Paradoxical disclaimer: The fact that JudeRants is trademarked is an entirely fabricated (and only Mildly intentional) implication. I just thoroughly enjoy tastefully peppering my writing with various unauthorized symbols of intellectual property protection, so expect tons of that here. “Here” includes, but is not limited to: the confines of this blog, the omni-applicable “here” that refers to the existence of humanity as a cosmic fluke, and my overall presence.

I’ve Barely written two sentences and my train of thought is already starting to digress towards a bizarre, nonsensical, and mildly offensive existential brain regurgitation that I don’t even understand myself, so I’m just going artlessly cut to the chase here:

Welcome to what is supposed to be a manifestation of my unconscious inferences and apperceptions of life!

You’re right, at this point I’m just liberally dispensing Helmholtz and Wundt terminology like a Pez container in the likeness of a forefather of psychology, despite the fact that I can barely spell the word. But essentially, this virtual space is where I Write what I’m thinking.

Why? Because, frankly, I don’t want to lose my voice in the incubator of fact indoctrination that is society today. And also because I like writing. And also because the next entry I brainstormed on my “Exploring Creative Outlets” list involved starting a fashion blog, which is hilarious. Resorting to that measure would have obviously been a disaster because my summer #ootd line up for the past few days has been fuzzy socks and polka dot pyjama pants, which I fully consider to be couture but I’m not sure other people would buy into that. Yeah, that’s the only reason.

And so here I am, armed with grammatical ineptitude (feel free to take a shot every time you find a run-on sentence) and an overly sarcastic take on life, ready to write into cyber oblivion. And here I go.