Self-Evaluation
I often find myself doing self-evaluations. Sometimes I like to do a chronological recap of the person I began as up to the person that I am now. And through many phases of anger, humility, frustration, optimism and sadness I struggle to find myself. Just who is Pog? Is he the man behind the many masks that he presents to the world or is he the spirit behind the man behind the mask. Ever since I can remember I’ve always questioned my existence. Questioned why I chose or was chosen to inhabit this lump of flesh and bones. Along the way people have given some version of an answer. From religious fanatics to spiritualists, numerologists to astrologists, drug addicts to street pharmacists….they have all given me some kind of answer. However, it’s still not enough. I have this insatiable appetite to consume the world and everything in it. Does that make me a child of Lucifer? For it is he that was flung down from the heavens to rule upon the Earth. Well, at least that’s what Christians believe. Sometimes I like to think of myself as the bastard child of Jehovah and Lucifer. The forgotten son. I know there is more to this world, to this life. More to me. Most of the time I feel like I don’t belong here. like I’m an extra-terrestrial exploring this strange and wondrous place. I get lost in conversations like I’m a fly on the wall. . . or maybe an investigator trying to break a big story. I don’t know. But enough of my babbling. More to come…
