Sparkatale

So... I'm Jonathan. Or Jas, if you'd prefer. I'm not one to introduce myself, and I'm not too good at explaining who I am. In the basics, I'm a 15 year-old aspiring writer, who has written stories for a year-and-a-half while writing at my leisure to this day. I don't write often, but when I do I tend to spend hours improving on the either short story or chapter I wrote. Sometimes, I spend days. I'm a perfectionist, if you'd like.

If you press the advanced options for me, I'm a bit more... confusing, for lack of a better word. I enjoy humor, but somehow my humor is tasteless. I laugh at one's joke, but I cannot make anyone laugh by my original jokes. That's normal, correct? I enjoy... how should I say? ... Fluffy. Yes, fluffy. I enjoy fluffy romance novels, but I can't depict exactly what love is. I love talking to people, but I can't bring myself to say a word. I dislike school, but I strive my best for it. I strive the best for myself, although I like helping others. Without words, my help would be useless. You see, I'm more of a philosophical and inspirational talker... but, of course, I'm too shy to speak up. I can barely say a word when meeting someone new.

But, of course, as with almost every human being, I have a goal. My goal, or perhaps goals, are to make the best of life. However, I wish to make the best of life by going with the flow of rules and laws in the universe. I try to swiftly move through these rules. Sometimes, though, I may meet a rule that I don't enjoy; in which case, I follow it, but only to a certain extent. For example, if something tells me to not speak to a person, I will not. However, I would write to them. You see? Bending the rules. Following, but sneakily getting close to breaking them.

I enjoy reading enjoyable stories. That basically means any story that doesn't give me nightmares or a weird fuzzy feeling inside. The weird fuzzy feeling is the worst, I'd say. I enjoy writing about anything that doesn't give me a weird fuzzy feeling inside. I'd even write horrors, but not the very-scary kind. Oh, and this weird fuzzy feeling I sense sometimes may be a normal part of humanity, but I don't like it. It makes me smile awkwardly, while also being genuinely happy. It's odd. Now, an example of how I write is this: I enjoy action, but I also dialogue. To me, a gun to the head is the equivalent of an argument to the ear. In writing, that is. In real life, I'd much rather take the argument.

I ramble. A lot. Mostly about myself. Sometimes about my dreams (both my expectations and goals of my life and my actual dreams that I see when I sleep or daydream). And sometimes, rarely, about others. When I ramble and rant, I go on for a while, and usually stray off the original path. I stray off the path with a mule, though, not a racecar. And in my rants, I don't give up. I try to convince, even if it seems I cannot. Although there are indeed sensitive subjects I stay away from, and do not argue with others. In those subjects, I honestly respect others' opinions. One of those subjects is religion. I can't argue about religion, because it, in all cases, never ends until either one is tired. By then, no opinion would've changed. No heart swayed. No person pleased.

And so, I have rambled about myself long enough. I suppose you should do something productive with your time now, as every morning is a miracle of waking up. For, you do not know if a disease decides to invade, and sometimes you know only when it's too late. Enjoy your time on Earth and the Internet, and enjoy your time with your friends, family, and enemies. For, a day could come when you regretted spitting in your enemies' paths, and that day could be any day. Now, go on and live life to the fullest, but not the most extreme. There is a difference between filling up a gallon of water to the brim, and overflowing a shotglass with liquid nitrogen. Live safely, my friends, and remember that a stranger is just a friend you haven't met. Unless if they're a mass murderer or rapist or the such. ... Have a nice day.