Joining The Masses After A Few Cocotasos

Three of us walked ahead, leading the birthday girl and her party to another locale where drinks and music would be plentiful. But instead of discussing possible destinations, we discussed the world of blogs - past street signs, street lights, and cracked pavements. Instead of discussing possible drinking games, I was confronted with the blog movement and why I, a student of writing, wasn’t part of a world that is so autonomous it is almost liberating. But just as I skirted past fences and averted stepping on discarded gum, I avoided the conversation. I could hear my pulse and my breathing, no longer steady, because I was being persuaded by one of the two amigos to begin my blog journey. I could hear my voice, loud and high pitched, rising with every rebuttal as he spurted blog this and blog that. The third party, still focused on the destination ahead, continued to lead and ignored our bickering. We were two fiery, opinionated individuals who refused to raise the white flag; a leisurely walk towards the continuation of a drunken birthday celebration had become the war of the blogs. But in the mist of trying to prove each other wrong and the verbal crossfire of buts-, waits-, and eventually whatever’s, I mentally began to write this introduction. And because I am writing this introduction, the introduction to my very own blog, I am also admitting I was wrong. So I welcome you to In The Words of A Twenty Something…where relatable thoughts, stories, and observations will be shared weekly and an entirely new world will be explored by both you and I. I am officially a blogger, joining the masses after a few cocotasos.