So here it is! My first effort at blogging: A weird, diverse and probably grossly inaccurately punctuated attempt at textually vomiting the random thoughts and theories of a man rapidly approaching his mid 30s.
For years I have thought about conducting this, my own version of self-directed therapy but never had the true time nor inclination to do it. It’s amazing how, for the first time of having a little quiet and being partially inspired by the clear benefits it has had on a friend from many years back, I decided to put finger to key and let it out; so here we go. I suppose the best way to start would be to give a little back ground about me; this may help to explain the title of my blog.
Born and raised in the very early 80s, in a small town smack dab in the middle of South England, I developed into a loud fat kid who would not know when to shut up and would do anything to get a laugh from those around me, typically using humour to gain acceptance with the in crowd of school, sports club etc.
Although I wasn’t seemingly granted with the best structural genetics, I was blessed with very supportive, loving parents: A somewhat liberal mum who personifies optimism and refuses to see the bad in majority of the world; and a dad who, and I quote looked like “the bad guy from Popeye” but has always had a very settling smile and slightly right wing political stance(but not racist I would like to add). Dad didn’t have a very well paid job but always worked and played hard, making sure that his family never wanted for anything. I was always empowered by my parents that I could do anything I wanted to in life, if I wanted it bad enough.
My dad strongly advocated the need for me to not work with my hands but with my head. As an ignorant kid I heeded this solid-gold advice very little, as all I wanted to do was make people laugh and attempt at gaining the acceptance & admiration of those around me whether it be by singing, dancing, acting or incorporating a combination of said activities with a sporadic bout of slapstick. I became obsessed with TV, film and music, sponging up anything I could get away with seeing (and not in a lot of cases). I would attempt to mimic the voices or recall full scenes of movies/TV verbatim to impress my dad and his mates down the local rugby club. I was able to answer a vast amount of questions on Noel Edmonds’ Tele-Addicts show, questions that should have been well beyond the comprehension of a child barely into his first decade of existence.
At the time this seemed great and provided very much the basis for my pastimes and massive distractions in school up to my early teens. Then suddenly 13 years of age, as with many a boy, things changed, not just biologically but definitely emotionally and psychologically. It was as if at this point I suddenly had a brain reboot well more like and upgrade; I started to embrace PE and all things physical without any excessive force from external things. But most importantly I was still able to be a closet geek.
For as long as I can remember, I was obsessed with all those things not of this world, sci-fi, fantasy, comics anything that meant I could pretend to be someone or thing else that would make me the centre of attention …..I am starting to think that I may be a narcissistic characteristics as I write this.
SO I think that is enough for a debut post and hopefully dangled the carrot in front of the donkey about what will hopefully come in the future. Just to emphasise, the intention of this blog is primarily cathartic and for no one else’s benefit but my own. However, I hope that this brief insight into the dark recesses of my omnigeek, uberhybrid will let me ramble about a range of topics that you will find funny and maybe even insightful. it will be my intention to talk about things geeky but also lots of things about training, science, sport etc maybe I could be deemed as a jack of all trades…but definitely a master of none.
Thanks for reading