Doesn't Anybody Want to Be Moved Anymore?

It seems to me that no one listens to me anymore. Of course, that assumes 2 things. One is that they ever listened to me in the first place. And two is that I have anything worth listening to anyways. Maybe assuming both, or either, of those things is too much. But regardless, I'm tired of being ignored. I suppose I should clarify that what I'm most concerned about is my music recommendations. And I also suppose that when I specify to that degree, not many have ever really listened to me at all, and at the very most have done so sparingly. But why would I assume that they should listen to me? I'm sure they all see me as some over-hyping idiot who is way too elitist to begin with. But to me, all of these bands and artists move me. I just find it too hard to grasp why others wouldn't want to be moved as well.

What exactly is so moving about all these guitar-strumming and screaming outcasts? It all connects on an important level. When someone can express him or her self in a manner that not only seems genuine but also universal, that's something special. It sets forth a mood, or at least a moment, of self-reflection. The initiating point can be something about life in general or maybe relationships, romantic or otherwise, or even something as simple as a clever placement of words that induces an admiration of someone's grasp of this language. But when it hits, it seems like the most important, intelligent, and urgent thing that mankind has ever put forth. And when one can do so while rhyming over a catchy melody, well that just gets all the respect I could ever muster. So why don't people want to be moved like I am? Why don't they listen?

Well, I suppose there are a number of reasons my pleas always seem to fall on deaf ears. The most obvious is probably myself. I'm sure I'm guilty of over-hyping, of presenting myself in a grating manner, and also of not being able to express myself in the same manner as those I admire. If I could, I suppose I would do something with my talents other than tell people about the talents of others. Maybe its a bit of a catch-22. If I could express myself in an interesting manner, I could tell people about all these great things in a convincing manner. Then again, if I could express myself, I would just make my own work to tell people about. Maybe another reason I feel like I'm screaming at a wall is that these moments I feel like are universally moving are really only moving to me. My own arrogance and short-sightedness prevent me from understanding how these musical geniuses may not connect on the same level as others.

In spite of all of these things working against me ever breaking through, I continue to ramble on incoherently about the current greatest of all time. Maybe the only obstacle is myself, and someday I'll get that out of the way. Until then, I'll just go on being the same old me.

A New Hope

So here is the unveiling of my new and very first blog. Luckily, I get a free one this time, right? I get to use this one to just post about me and introductions and all that stuff. Or at least that's what I'm hoping you'll allow me. So why am I here? Probably mostly as another way to avoid doing any of my readings. But maybe also to waste more of my time in a manner that will make me completely unreliable and annoy every single person in my life. What should you know about me? I don't know. What do you normally like to know about people on the internet? I'm a grad student in political science at the University of Nebraska. I listen to way too much music, mostly of the pop punk variety. I watch way too many sporting events. Other than that, we'll see what strange, twisted, and incomprehensible thoughts my brain can churn out. From what I've found, they're often too outrageous for others to grasp and the same usually holds true for me once I go back and look again. So anyway, thanks for being here and strap in for a mostly smooth ride full of me complaining about inane or insane things over and over.