the self deprecating manifestations i call my inner monologue

Is it just me, or is being an author one of the most conceited "professions" out there? I have been trying to do some self reflecting on why I want to start a blog. The era of blogs is long behind us, and its not like the things on my mind are that important. Plus, if I really wanted to reach the masses, why not just start a monetized youtube channel like every one else? Having a blog might be one of the most narcissistic endeavors I have ever gone on, but believe it or not, all of my ramblings will serve a purpose: of honing my skills as a writer.

A part of me would not be bothered if no one else ever read this. A part of me would be bothered if no one else ever read this again. I want to put my heart, and better judgement, on the line, and give you fine folk a look into what goes on in my life; as a mortician apprentice, entrepreneur, and someone who cant figure out what generation they are from. I might over share, and sometimes I might not explain things well enough. Am I embarrassed and confused by why I think starting this blog is a good idea? Yes. But I do know that every day I find myself pondering on the profound.

Welcome to a new era of Sick Thoughts.