Five years ago, if someone told me that by the time I graduated high school I would have landed my first job as a mascot for my city’s minor league baseball team, I would have sworn they had the wrong person.  Not only because I didn’t particularly wish to be known as Wally the Walnut, but also because I was one of the most timid, shy, quiet, lame kids you would ever meet.  Now, here we are.  I’ve graduated and have my first job.  What do I do?  Oh yeah, I’m a nut.  People tell you that high school will be the best four years of your life.  Those people are liars.  Rotten, filthy liars.  What they don’t tell you, that they really should, is that how you choose to spend those four years will determine who you will be for the rest of your life.

I used to be a firm believer that people never change.  That second chances were a waste of time.  But in retrospect, I realize how wrong I was.  I’m proof that people change.  Not drastically, and not over night.  But they do.  I am not the same person I was in 2008.  Heck, I’m not even the same person I was in 2011.  Now here’s the thing, high school actually was the best four years of my life.  But how old am I?  I’m barely 18.  I still have so much life left to live and while high school was great for me, there’s no way that there won’t be four years ahead that won’t top it.  That’s not always the case though.  Unfortunately there are those people that make high school their everything. They become so wrapped up in fitting in and making sure they’re ontop, and then they’re spit out into the real world and fall flat on their faces.  So how did I get by?  For starters, I rarely went to school.  My junior year I was informed that if I continued to skip school I would be sent to Elliot, which is basically the school in my city for all the kids who get knocked up or are involved with gangs.  But the problem was, that my grades were amazing.  Unlike the kids that get sent to that school, I was a smart kid.  I skipped class because it was too easy, and I got bored.  And I knew the less time spent around the people at school the better.  I’ve always been mature for my age, the majority of my friends are a good couple years older than me.  I did my best not to associate myself with highschoolers and I didn’t tell people my age unless asked.  But I got by.  I did my work, kept my head up, did what I needed to in order to get accepted into a university, and then I got the heck out.  That’s the secret.  You do what works for you.  You analyze where you are in life, establish where you want to end up, and do whatever it takes to get there.  As a freshman I was some scrawny shy deperessed kid who hated life and avoided attention at all costs.  I graduated as an outgoing and optimistic individual who is excited about life.  I don’t really know what I’m getting at here, but bear with me.

The first time I made a blog, I was so wrapped up in how many followers I had and I had a good amount.  The fact that over 5,000 people cared about me made me feel good about myself.  Then I realized how lame I was to actually believe they cared about me.  No, they cared about the hipster pictures of alcohol and partying I posted.  At that point in my life I’m pretty sure I’d never been drunk and to this day I still don’t party.  Talk about fake.  So I deleted that blog and made this one, in attempt to get people to understand who I really am.  And you know what happened?  I got a huge amount of follwers following me because they enjoy the pictures I post.  Pictures of food and nature and clothes and whatever else I post.  I didn’t take a single one of those pictures.  So, if you’re still reading this thank you for caring.  Because the reality is that followers don’t care about you, they don’t even follow you.  They just creep on the pictures you steal.  So here’s what I’m going to do.  I’m going to continue posting pictues I steal and I will continue to follow people back and all that jazz.  But I’m sick of not being real.  I’m tired of trying to please people that could care less about me.  It’s like high school, you have to analyze where you are and establish where you want to be.  This is my blog and I’m going to treat it as such.  So yeah, I’m going to write these dramatic long posts that nobody but me will ever read.  And yes, I expect to lose followers because of it.  But you know what the beauty of it is?  I don’t give a damn.