Rambling Lemurian

I’ve been in a rut lately so I rather impulsively decided to start this blog. I’m not a writer. I don’t know what I will end up making this blog about. I’ve never been particularly good at “creative writing” or coming up with original ideas. I’ll probably write a bit about my struggles in fatherhood, or the Chicago Sports scene, or the random dinner I made recently as I cosplay as Jacques Pepin. I’m not sure how you ended up here reading this blog, but I must pre-emptively apologize that you’re unlikely to find any content here regarding the lost continent of Lemuria.

I suppose I should explain the name then. In the past few years, I have rekindled an interest in the paranormal or “high strangeness” subjects. I’m not obsessed with this stuff, and I don’t believe most of the stories and theories regarding UAPs, Bigfoot, Mothman, or pseudo-archaeology. But I still find it interesting and entertaining. Diving into this topic led me to learn about the Lemurians. Frankly I don’t remember much about the mythology surrounding them. I think it has something to do with Hollow Earth Theory. But I chose the name simply because it’s a good pseudonym for my real name.

It probably doesn’t come through in this post so far but I have a talent for writing, even if it’s in a rather rambling, stream-of-consciousness style. Or at least I did have a talent when I was in college. In a freshman writing class, I was nominated by my professor to participate in a Freshman Writer Showcase thanks to an essay I wrote analyzing Barack Obama’s Inauguration Speech in 2009. I didn’t think I was a particularly good writer. I didn’t put a ton of effort in it. Rarely if ever did multiple drafts of a paper like I was supposed to. Often I would procrastinate writing a final term paper until the night before in one sitting and still ace it (or bee it?). Sometimes I would get a peek at other students’ writing and didn’t understand how they made it to college. In my junior year I took a half-credit Business Writing course. One day the professor pulled me into the hall to tell me I had a true talent for writing and I should add Writing as a major. At the time I was already double-majoring so I said I would think about it, but I didn’t. Maybe I could have been a journalist. Even a sportswriter, which is the closest thing I have to a dream job. But alas, instead I work a supply chain job in lower/mid-management for a conglomerate. Oh well.

I have depression and anxiety. I was diagnosed with it about a year ago but in reality I’ve likely had depression to varying degrees since I was in my early teens. Having my first and probably only kid in the early stages of the pandemic didn’t do my mental health any favors either. I tried therapy, but didn’t like it. I started reading books and that helped for a while until about 6 months later my motivation to continue the habit fizzled out. So I figured why not try the opposite and start writing.

Some other quick hits about me to provide some context about the things I will hopefully end up writing about…. I’m in my mid-thirties as I write this. I live in the Chicago area and am a native Chicagoan. I like to cook even if I’m not particularly skilled at it. I like all the sports to varying degrees. I have a wife, a kid, a dog, and a white (but not a picket) fence.

I won’t be doing a lot, or probably any, marketing for this blog. I might test out some SEO stuff for the sake of saying I know how to do it for job interviews. I’m not expecting anyone to read this stuff. But in case you did stumble across this little site of mine, then welcome. Stay as long as you’d like. Make yourself at home. Just make sure to lock up when you leave. Come back whenever you’d like. Maybe next time I’ll have some chili for you.