Considerable descriptions of myself

Wow,
Here I am.
I have been considering writing on this site for around a year now, and, with this being my first article (and possibly my last, I just don't know yet) I guess I should give myself an introduction more in-depth than the 500 characters allowed in the 'Biolog':

I have joined this site in an attempt to unleash many of the thoughts that I have on a daily basis, regarding myself as a person, my life past-present-and-future, and, on occasion, my thoughts on the rest of the world (well, we all have our own perspectives on everything so this seems as good a time as any to express mine. Feel free to agree or disagree and let me know your thoughts).
So far my life has been very rich and colorful and the future holds many happy days I am sure. However, amidst all the wonderful chapters in my life there have been some very dark, cruel, and gruesome times that will have inevitably shaped who I am today.
Please, don't get me wrong, I have not joined this site in order to compose articles filled with my most depressing thoughts and regrets of times gone by. Although, it is not possible to consider how I have become who I am without also considering the good times and the hard times that I have lived through to date.

I lived a childhood that most people can only dream of. I grew up in a small Welsh village near to the Rhondda valleys (which does mean that I am a 'Taffy'... technically) surrounded by country side, culture, woodland and of course rugby. I was lucky enough that my parents were successful and able to bring me up in a modest house hold where I never went without. Despite sometimes feeling I did.
Looking back on my childhood I never realized how poor the area surrounding my middle class village truly was. As a teenager I would have complained to you that I lived a sheltered life, away from the realities of the world. However, looking back on 'the good ol' days' I now realize how blind I was. Our house was larger than normal, our cars prettier than most, my school exclusive. My youth club: filled with people that hated me for no apparent reason, my rugby club: filled with young men that played for no more than passion, my Cubs hut: a way of keeping kids off the streets once a week.
As well as offering me all the highlights of life that they could afford, my parents also made an effort to ensure that I lived in the 'real' world and did not grow up believing that life was just, running around saying hi! I had friends that were able to offer for me to travel with them on holiday, and I also had friends that were only able to offer hand puppets as entertainment when I went over to play.
Considering it now, I'm not sure if it is coincidental or not that it is only those friends I knew living a similar life style to myself that I am currently in 'touch with'. Of course 'in touch with' is only an expression to explain having a person as a 'friend' on my Facebook page. Just as a spontaneous theory, perhaps those of us that grow up surrounded by successful people are more eager to shout about our success’s as life moves on. Almost as a way of saying "I'm making it with/without my parents". Where as those friends I had who were equally talented but living in less well-off environments are not so fast to look up old friends and brag. Perhaps they are more cautious to the idea that success is represented by your current career. Perhaps whilst my current 'friends' are eager to boast of their current success those I am not in touch with are working hard to ensure that they are successful in ten years time.

Of course it is also possible that they have made little of themselves and do not wish to share that with the world.

I hope the latter case is far off, and all those people that were more than kind to me as a child have grown up to be happy and proud with who they are and what they do. I learned long ago that a person’s professional position gives no indication of who they are in terms of decency. It is all too often that a person in a managerial position is too closed minded to see the potential in front of them, whilst the least paid member of the team genuinely has the teams best interests at heart.


And there above is one of my many traits that I wish to explore in my writing. I am completely unable to view any subject in black & white. The subject matter does not matter. Whilst it may be more sociably acceptable to agree that something is right/wrong I find myself turning my back on public opinion and asking questions that may seem controversial i.e. a young man recently passed away doing his job and most people agree that the company he was working for needs to suffer. Whilst I understand the delicacy of the situation I can't help but also ask questions such as 'why was he working on a Saturday when his job has always been Mon-Fri', 'Did he have permission to be where he was?'
I wouldn't dare try and casualise the situation, but do not agree that conclusions should be drawn without fully understanding the situation at the time. Life is very rarely black and white, although society sometimes appears to wish it was...


I have to get to bed with my beautiful fiancée now, it's getting late. I feel my first entry has gone well, especially as it has been six years since I last wrote anything (and that was erotic writing).
I have not been as light hearted as I would like to be in future entrees, but perhaps my introduction is not the best time to be whirring in with flaming balls and one liners?

If anyone is there, thank you for sparing me your time.

Night.

Captain Etin