I came across an ad on Craigslist. In an attempt to branch out and start cashing in on a few of my talents, I began looking for small-time writing gigs. The ad read “Established Millenial Looking For College Writers”. I figured hey, I’m a millenial, I’m in college, and I write things-perfect!
After about a week of back and forth e-mailing, resumes and writing samples, I was welcomed into the Collective Lifestyle family. My first feeling was of excitement, I’ve never written for a website nor would I have even pictured myself doing anything remotely close to this last year. My first thought, however, ‘Oh, shit’. I’ve never written for a website, let alone do I even have the slightest idea of what topics to cover. A good percentage of the articles published here seem to be about the latest movie trailer or what Kardashian to keep up with this week. My apologies in advance. I don’t watch television, and movies cramp my attention span. My knowledge of anything culturally popular usually comes from the awfully annoying news ticker that I can’t seem to remove from my phone- that and my twitter timeline-which seems to shun me more and more each week that ‘Empire’ comes on and I have nothing to say about it.
I believe it is best stated that my stance on pop culture isn’t of ignorance, it’s apathy. I simply do not care for or about reality television, scripted drama, sports, or anything else where I have to sit and pretend to be engaged in the predictability of the flashing pixels in front of me. In short, television bores my soul, conflicts my mind and brings restlessness to my body. I cannot sit through a 30 minute sitcom without thinking of how much life I’ve wasted in the last 1,800 seconds. I could’ve read some career-themed literature, called and caught up with an old friend, hell, I could’ve smoked some pot (for medicinal purposes) and written some trippy song lyrics. Anything to expend a portion of the energy that God (and caffeine) bestows upon me every rising sun.
Maybe it’s my nearsightedness that crutches my visual stimulation. My eyes have never really been a reliable source of entertainment and information retrieval. My teachers always referred to me as an auditory learner. My psychics always referred to me as a clairsentient. I hear and feel my way through life, like the blind bat my friends commonly denounce me as. This lead me to an infatuation of music at an early age. Music has always been my primary connection to the contemporary world, yet since early on I have had a strong distaste for contemporary music. Rebellion has always been the theme for the songs I would burn on my mix CDs or upload to my MP3 players. Whether it be the poetic activism of 2pac or the youthful insurgency of Nirvana. Anarchic music has always captivated me in way that LL Cool J and The Fresh Prince couldn’t. Growing up with my grandparents under strict baptist doctrine, the church was like a cell block to my free spirit. I was always looking for some type of escape and I’d find it in the expletive lyrics blaring through my earbuds. Which brings me to the scattered topic at hand (excuse me I tend to rant and reminisce). Should I write editorials focused on music? Maybe the occasional critical album review?
The notion is a sticky note on my mental idea board. I also thought about doing an interactive advice column, which seems to be missing from the site. More appropriately, an anti-advice column. Telling other people what to do conflicts with my pro-choice ethical values, but considering all of the mistakes I’ve made in this life and probably my past ones, I feel as if I’m a respectable authority on what not to do. But that idea would still take a priori post, and that is the subject I’m attempting to tackle with this one.
In the midst of writing this article I felt that the best way to sculpt a first post out of my writer’s block was to formally introduce myself to the loyal subscribers of the site. I wish I could say that it doesn’t usually take 700 words before I make myself acquainted with someone but as I ponder upon the issue I find that it happens more often than none. I can ramble and open up a slew of communication lines before even stating my name. I’m SeVontae, named after a background singer in the popular 90’s R&B quartet, Jodeci (which proves my status as a millenial). I’m 21 going on 70, let the people who know me tell it. I am a parolee on the path to recovery, currently doing a stint in a rehabilitation center to manifest the change. I am am one of those college students who didn’t quite realize exactly why they were in college except for the scholastic environment, until a major fell out of the sky and hit them on the head. Mine was followed by another, respectively, Philosophy then Audio Engineering. I enjoy a cup of Folgers instant coffee and a menthol cigarette every morning. Something about caffeine and nicotine spark plugs my morning like no other combination of substances. I use an excessive amount of profanity and sarcasm. I’m in the process of figuring how to appropriately incorporate that into my editorials without offending readers. Wish me some fucking luck. I’m currently learning to play guitar. It was love at first E minor. The melancholic yet soulful groan of that chord resonated to the core of my own soul and I’ve been an acoustic junkie ever since. But I’m rambling. Hopefully you as a reader get enough of a feel of my perspective to persuade the direction of my articles. What would YOU like to read about? What would capture YOUR attention? I’m open to any and all suggestions, criticism and feedback. I do however beg of you that you don’t suggest I watch ‘Empire’. If you’re ever reading that article then it’s already too late. Once again I am SeVontae and I am one of the newest members of the Collective Lifestyle family.
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