Name:
Twenty-something
Age:
See previous answer
Address:
Suburbia, USA, somewhere south of all cold weather.
Position Applying For:
Personal Blogger
Qualifications:
·
20+
years of continued existence
·
Diploma
from uppity prep school
·
Two
creative writing classes
·
Too
many literature classes
·
Nearly
4 years working in service industries
·
Rapier-sharp
wit
·
Continuous
internal commentary and dialogue
·
Highly
skilled at introspection, as well as advice-giving
·
60+
hours of college credit
·
Eclectic
and passionate love of music, movies, literature, etc
·
Excessive boredom during occasional spare time
- Wonderful Personality
Will This Be Your Primary Employment:
I view this more as a reflection on all of my employments, lucrative and
otherwise. Besides, I've got to actually do stuff to blog about.
Briefly explain why you think you would
suit this position: I hope that this will prove an outlet for my own creativity, and a useful
tool for self-improvement through introspection. I also hope to inspire others through
relating the elations and tribulations of my highly relate-able life. As though there weren’t enough of these
floating out in the interwebs.
Seriously
though, enough of that trite garbage.
One of the
wisest men I’ve ever met teaches a humanities class on Rome. During the course of that… course, he showed
us so many wondrous things. Statues
larger than life, strewn liberally throughout the city. The bustle of modern society set amongst the
majestic remains of unremembered grandeur.
Paintings of such quality that they make even an atheist wonder. And so many, many more treasures, most of
which I can no longer recall. [Professor
K, if you’re reading this, I’m sure you’ll forgive me. I’ll make it up to both of us by going to
Rome one of these days.]
But one of
the things that’s still burned into my brain is the image of this huge, ancient
Roman building, magnificent in its decay—with some dead guy’s name carved in
huge letters across the top of it. I
can’t even remember what the name was. [Maximillian. Maybe?] All I remember was thinking, ‘Why on earth
would you cut your name into something so perfectly beautiful? You don’t put your name on art, not the kind
that lasts. What you create should
outlast yourself.’ My, wasn’t I an
idealist?
It’s been a few years since I took that class, but I think I get it now. Dead Guy [Augustus?] might have known
that his buildings weren’t going to make it, that they would probably only last a bit longer than himself. Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he just wanted to prove that he could
do something with his life, and leave something behind for everyone else.
Or maybe he
was an extravagant narcissist. Who
knows?
My point is,
I want to do that. I want to leave my
own mark on others, to make this life I’m living every day mean something
to somebody, somewhere, somehow. I’m not looking for fame or
a movie deal. I probably wouldn’t even know what to do with myself if I
got more than a few followers on here.
This blog is by me, about me—for me.
And, just this once, that is enough for me.