Heads or Tails?

*Dramatic introduction*

*Flickering lights slowly sustain to illuminate an empty room*

What happens when one decides to revert to an old habit in hopes of eradicating a different, more unsettling habit?

I have no clue. But I guess that's what I'm trying to find out.

Welcome to the mind of an introvert with a very extroverted facade. I'm so timid I'm not even sure if I want to expose my identity. Part of me is hoping to make a whole new group of internet friends who have, somehow or another, happened upon and decided to read this blog. Friends who understand and/or relate to the person portrayed in these posts.

Obviously that person is me, but which me? Heads or Tails? The person I want to portray is the one I've been hiding for about a decade. The one I'm ashamed of. The one that wrote all sorts of angst-filled Xanga, Blurty, Livejournal and Blogger posts in high school. Is that person really so bad? Is he Heads or Tails? Maybe he's an awful crybaby that no one wants to pay any mind to? Maybe he's just vulnerable sometimes and wants to be open and honest about it? Maybe he's a high school kid stuck in a 26 year old's body? Maybe he's much more mature than he thinks he is despite the fact that he's currently blogging about himself in 3rd person?

Who knows? Who cares?

Nice. Well let's get to the less cryptic and confusing part of this backwards introduction.

Hi. I've decided I'm not going to say my name just yet but I'm a 26 year old dude who loves music a whole lot. I'm currently sitting alone in my bedroom listening to a pretty awesome band (Northcote) that I found because a new band whose music I've fallen madly in love with (The Color and Sound) recently signed to a label (Black Numbers) which is apparently chock full of amazing bands. It probably sounds like a sad and lonely thing to do... and maybe it is. I just find that it adds to the cathartic effect of blogging to have an awesome soundtrack.

I'm not sure what this blog will be like but it will be honest. it will have music. It will be raw sometimes. It'll actually have words... ones that I typed with my hands that aren't captions for pictures. It will probably be pretty awkward. It will reveal parts of me that I hide from even my closest friends (not necessarily intentionally). Hopefully it'll spark some conversations. We'll see.

Thanks for reading as much as you have. Ask me something I guess. This is already awkward.

Old habits die hard.

*Somehow the room is full of people playing all sorts of instruments and dancing and singing together*