Resume

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.