I was never good at…

I was never very good at writing about myself. I’ve always had a knack for voyeurisitic storytelling, that is, telling stories about other people. But the times have changed, and I now realize that my place as an observer to all the strange and terrifying things that happen around me plays a role in the story being told. We are never casual observers, we are always a part of the story even if we are just witnessing it unfold.

Through various mediums I have tried my best to capture these stories in the way that they seem to me, but either through my lack of understanding of other platforms, I find that I cannot quite express it correctly. In fact, the only medium in which I feel most at home, and most able to express myself is in the written word. There is so much you can do with words that it is truly a shame more people don’t use them in fun or interesting ways, and in the age of the influencer, where a generic inspiring quote and an ass pic are somehow supposed to motivate me to go to the gym, I’m afraid wordsmiths are having a hard time competing. I don’t have an ass to grab your attention, nor do I have a perfect jawline or a pristine complexion that looks like it was made from the skin of a newborn baby. Most of the time I look like a disheveled homebody that barely managed to crawl out of bed. How am I going to compete with instagram models?

The answer is, I’m not. I’m not even going to attempt to enter that vanity contest. It’s no fun and there’s no prizes to get. At most, if you’re lucky, you’ll achieve the people’s approval for a whopping 15 minutes before they dump you and move on. Woohoo! The approval of random strangers on the internet! What a prize! People’s opinions of me have never mattered much to me to begin with. When I do things, its because I want to do it, and usually when I do things, I want to do them well, because well, something well worth doing is worth doing well.

And that ladies and gentlemen brings me here. I’ve wanted to start a blog for so long and I feel like I finally have the time to express this journalistic passion in some form or another. In combination with my observations of my adventures and mishaps through life, will be photographs and videos crafted by myself. This will be the Eli Watson experience, if you desire to give it a name.

Until then…

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