The Manifesto

What you are about to read is a personal manifesto, a declaration of beliefs based on nearly two decades of astute observation and analysis of the human kind. What I’ve written depicts a harsh reality that too few recognize. Although some may say that my criticisms are pretentious and harsh, I assure you that I am only verbalizing what the others that share my level of awareness are thinking to themselves or worse, whispering to their friends.

Having re-read the previous paragraph, even I think I’m a jerk. Actually, most of my good friends call me a jerk on a regular basis. Either way, I’d like to establish a bit of credibility. I don’t consider myself perfect in any way. In fact I probably have more problems than most of the people reading this book.

I suppose I’ll start with some words that capture me: underachiever, liar, addict, and quitter. For the purposes of this book, I’ll do my best to be truthful, but if I say that my looks are slightly above average, I’d be pushing it. I’m 24 years old and I’ll probably have a full head of hair for the next six months or so. As I’m sure you’ll infer from the book, I have brutally high standards for women (well, people in general), which, if fulfilled, makes said ladies completely out of my league. If by some miracle this blog where ever to be (read) published, it would most likely be classified as self-help, which would be totally ironic considering I would benefit from almost every other book in that section. Basically, all I want you to understand are the following points:

1. I have no right to criticize anyone.

2. I don’t always follow my own ‘expert’ advice.

3. I think I’m really smart, but deep down, I’m smart enough to know that I’m not really that smart.

4. I don’t care about my imperfections; yours are more fun to point out.