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When I was younger I cared far too much about what people thought of me, it gained me friends but none of which I actually have now so none of it was actually worth it. I had one best friend who knew the real me, and funnily enough she is still my best friend today. Younger me would hide my reading obsession, I would be into everything that everyone else was into and I would act like they would. I drank because it was the cool thing to do, I smoked because everyone else was doing it and my conversations with everyone but my best friend was about popular “cool things” It wasn’t until I was 17 that I started admitting how much I adored books and how much I preferred them over other things. How I would much rather be at home with a book than stood in the…

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Basic Income Tax Lessons – Part 1

As part of my journey to try and become more well-rounded, I thought learning a little about finance would be helpful to me in life.


I got my first job ever just 7 months ago (granted, it is an internship), however I have never worked a day in my life so it was both exciting and nerve-wracking to begin. However, along with my job came earning money, and along with earning money came getting taxed.

I now understand  why people complain about taxes all the time – what I don’t understand are “taxes” themselves. What are they? Why am I forced to pay them? How are they calculated?

In hopes of learning, I watched this video:

This blog post will be a summary of what I learned; I am mainly writing these as “notes” to myself for future reference, when I will inevitably forget how all of this works because my memory is so poor, so while the knowledge is still fresh in my mind, I thought I would jot it down! If this helps anyone understand taxes, though, I will be very glad.

DISCLAIMER: Most of the knowledge written down here is gleaned from the video I watched, so the only thing I own in terms of creative freedom is just the organization of my notes, everything I write content-wise I have learned from the video. I also do not own the featured image on this blog, so please do not sue me, I barely just got my first job ha ha!

So without further ado, here is a quick and clear explanation of how taxes work.

What are taxes and what purpose do they serve?

Tax collection is the government’s way of raising revenue, as well as encouraging social and economic policy.

So, the raising revenue aspect makes sense (the government uses the money collected from taxes to fund its functions and programs), but how exactly does tax collection help stimulate social and economic policy?

Let’s take an example of how it influences social policy: for instance – contributions. You can earn tax deductions (these are good! More on these in a moment) on your income if you make contributions to a non-profit or some other philanthropic organization; so this social policy is encouraging you to be more charitable with tax deductions as an incentive.

Now let’s view an example of how taxes influence economic policy: for instance – workforce development. You can earn tax credits (these are also good! More on these very soon) on your tax payments if your business hires a certain type or class of worker; so this economic policy is encouraging you to assist in the creation of jobs for specific people with certain skills or backgrounds by using tax credits as an incentive.

What is the IRS and who is required to report to it?

The IRS (Internal Revenue Service) is a federal agency that falls under the United States’ Department of the Treasury. They are the ones in charge of administering and enforcing tax law.

There are five entities that are required to file taxes and that pay directly to the IRS:

  1. Individuals – ordinary folks like you and me file the 1040 tax return and we pay taxes to the IRS (this comes out of our paychecks)
  2. Corporations – companies and businesses file the 1120 tax return and they also pay taxes to the IRS  (the companies each pay taxes as one entity)
  3. Partnerships – partnerships (these are small businesses usually managed by 2-4 members who share the partnership’s management and profits) file the 1065 tax return but they do not pay taxes to the IRS as one entity, like the companies do. Instead, partnerships file an “information return” and the members of the partnership each file their own tax returns individually on their share of the income earned. So the partners each pay their own taxes, but the partnership itself is not a tax-paying entity
  4. Estates – Estates file tax returns
  5. Trusts – Trusts files tax returns

These lessons will focus on the individual and the tax filing process related to such.

How do we know when we have to pay the IRS (Owing) or when the IRS has to pay us (Refund)?

If you have done taxes before, whether you filed them on your own or if you employed local H&R Block or TurboTax services for help with filing your taxes, then you know that the calculations end up with either of two outcomes: you either owe the IRS money or they need to give you a refund.

As we work, we pay the IRS in the form of a withholding. A withholding is a portion of your income that the IRS deducts from your paycheck and takes as tax payment. The IRS has a “pay-as-you-go” type of system rather than waiting until the end of  the year for each individual to pay the amount of taxes that they owe; because of this system, sometimes you pay more than you owe or less than you owe in tax payments to the IRS – hence the reason why sometimes you have to pay the IRS after filing taxes (because it turned out that throughout the year you did not amount to paying the full amount you owe in taxes) or the IRS owes you a refund (on the occasions where throughout the year you ended up overpaying  the amount you owe in taxes).

The Tax Formula: How do you determine your taxable income?

We start off with gross income, which is the pure, unadulterated amount of money that you have earned as income from your job, all before taxes are applied. So basically, the gross income is the amount of money you would have made if taxes didn’t exist and you got to keep all of your hard-earned money.

Now, apply tax deductions to this gross income. And this is the part where people get a bit confused – tax deductions are a good thing. The purpose of tax deductions is to decrease your taxable income, and subsequently decrease the amount you owe as payment to the federal government.

For  example, let’s go with an absurdly simple example (it is unrealistic but it is just here to prove a point). I made $500 in a year as my gross income, then tax deductions are applied and let’s say the calculations turn out such that $200 of my gross income is taxable income while $300 of my gross income is non-taxable income. Basically, my $300 cannot be touched by taxes, so those $300 are for me to keep; meanwhile, the $200 taxable income CAN be affected by taxes; this does not necessarily mean that I am going to pay $200 in taxes to the IRS, but it DOES mean that my $200 are fair game for taxing, and  that a portion of the $200 will be given to the IRS in the form of tax payment.

So, if the purpose of tax deductions is to DECREASE your taxable income, then continuing with our previous example, this would mean that let’s say we re-do some calculations, apply to them tax deductions, and now it turns out that $100  is taxable income while $400 is non-taxable income. Thanks to the tax deduction, your taxable income has now decreased. That’s great news for you!

The IRS allows you to deduct some things from your gross income, or in other words, they allow you to make some “adjustments.” Following these adjustments to the gross income, you end up with your “Adjusted Gross Income,” or AGI.


Next, we get to have two possible types of deduction applied to our Adjusted Gross Income.

One of them is called a “Standard Deduction,” which is given to you by the IRS based on your filing status: single, married, filing jointly, being head of household, etc (each of these statuses entitles you to a certain amount of deduction); the other is called an “Itemized Deduction,” and it consists of charitable, medical, house mortgage, and personal property tax deductions. The “itemized deduction” is also called the “schedule A” deductions, because it requires you to fill out the schedule A form, which people sometimes refer to as “the long form.”

So, you compare these two see which deduction is GREATER (in other words, which of these two turns out to grant you the larger deduction) and then you select the one that is larger.

Once you have made your choice of deduction and subtracted it from the Adjusted Gross  Income, you now also get to subtract your exemptions, which is a deduction that you receive according to the number of dependents you claim on your tax return (exemptions include yourself if you are single, your spouse if you are married, your children if you have kids,etc).

After you have taken into account the standard or itemized deductions and the exemptions and subtracted them from the Adjusted Gross Income, you are left with your Taxable Income, which as was discussed before, is the amount of income that you earned that is taxable to you, meaning that this amount of income is fair game to be taxed and you will most likely pay a portion of whatever that taxable income number turns out to be to the IRS.


So, from the taxable income, we can determine what the tax you have to pay will be. There are two ways to determine what your tax will be:

  1. Look at tax rate schedule
  2. Look at tax table

Now is a good time to quickly review what tax deduction and tax credit are, and what the difference is between the two.

Tax Deduction – reduces the amount of TAXABLE INCOME

Tax Credit – reduces the amount of TAX LIABILITY (Tax liability = The actual tax payment you have to make to the IRS = Tax)

And recall that your TAXABLE INCOME is not your TAX. Your TAX turns out to be a portion of your TAXABLE INCOME.

So, once you have determined your taxable income, you will use it along with either of the two methods (1) and (2) to figure out what your tax (the payment you have to make to the IRS) is. We will go more in depth on how to use these two methods in a subsequent lesson.

Once you have determined an amount for your tax, you need to subtract tax credit from that amount (remember, the tax credit reduces the amount of tax), and then add any additional taxes (there could be many types of additional taxes to pay, but as an example let’s say you take money out of your retirement funds before you  reach retirement age; you will be taxed for having done that). Once you have finished carrying out the arithmetic, you will be left with your Tax Due, which is what you will finally end up paying to the IRS (assuming it turns out that you owe them money).


As an example, let us say that your taxable income was $10,000, and through using either methods 1 or 2, you found what your tax was, and then subtracted tax credit and added additional taxes, and found that your tax due is $5,000.

But recall that as you were working throughout the year, you were paying the IRS by having a certain portion of your paycheck extracted and sent to the IRS, so they have already received some payment from you. The question is: does the amount of money that the IRS received from you throughout the year exceed or fall short of the tax due?

Once you answer that question, it will determine whether the IRS owes you a refund because you overpaid (your withholding ended up summing to more than the $5,000 tax due) or you owe the IRS money to fill in the gap in payment (your withholding did not add up to $5,000 and you need to pay some additional money to make up the amount still needed to reach $5,000).

So, in order to get how much you owe the IRS, you must subtract the amount of your withholding from the tax dues. Another item that must be subtracted from the tax dues is “payments – quarterly estimated,” which are payments made directly to the IRS. This applies mainly to self-employed individuals, who do not have an employer company that automatically extracts money from their paycheck and sends it to the IRS. Since they are self-employed, they must do this themselves, so they do not subtract withholdings from tax dues, they subtract payments – quarterly estimated, meaning that every three months they make payments directly to the IRS to remain in compliance. The rest of us (or those that are employees at a company/business) indirectly pay the IRS every time money gets taken out of our paychecks and sent to the IRS through our employer. So, generally you are either one or the other (withholdings or payment – quarterly estimated).

Some of us, however, even as employees working for a company, can also make direct estimated payments to the IRS if we don’t think that we will have paid enough into the IRS through our company’s automatic tax withholding (because there are penalties for not having enough paid in, so some people take the steps to make direct payments, as well, to ensure they do not get these penalties).


Continuing our example above, let’s say I am an employee and my tax due is $5,000. My company takes care of my withholdings and I make no direct payments to the IRS. Let’s analyze situation in which I get a refund and in which I have to make a payment.


That is all for this lesson on basic income tax. I hope I made my explanations clear enough to those that were interested enough to read. I will post the next one once I am done watching the next video in the playlist. I recommend watching the videos, as well, because the instructor is very good.















Snapshots of the Apocalypse

I have started writing a fanfiction titled “Snapshots of the Apocalypse,” which is a crossover between Fear the Walking Dead and The 100. I have been watching The 100 and Fear the Walking Dead and I fell in love with Elyza Lex, this character that the fandom came up with. The main characters of this epic story will be Elyza Lex, Alicia Clark, Clarke Griffin, and Lexa! Follow them as they journey through the apocalypse, and discover the mysteries that link the world of FearTWD and The 100.

Official Title Illustration

I also posted the story in Archives of our Own at This Link

And I posted it on FanFiction.Net at This Link

And I made a companion fan video Over Here!


“Phew. Well. That was a blast… without there having to actually be one!”

The blonde skipped out of the laundromat with power in one hand, and money in the other.

That was ridiculously easy, she thought as she smoothly sauntered away, opening up the man’s wallet and counting how much cash he had stashed in. Did he even realize he was getting swindled?

Elyza Lex was a young 20-year old in her sophomore year of college, hailing from Australia and hanging around the United States (L.A., specifically) as part of a study abroad program. She studied computer science, was the Australian ambassador to the Women in Stem organization at the American university she was attending, and volunteered at Kids Can Code afterschool programs for elementary schools near the university.

But with all this scholarship money that goes into my education, hardly anything’s left for some fun, Elyza thinks to herself as she now starts to leaf through the credit, debit, and gift cards. A girl’s gotta have a part-time job!

So when Elyza was not out magnanimously pushing the STEM agenda and being an exemplar model to unsuspecting young women and children, she earned her dishonest living through using personal information procured from hacked e-mail accounts, carefully reading finger movements and translating them to passwords or PIN numbers, pick-pocketing squished people at concerts or crowded metros, recording the patterns at slot machines, gambling for pots of gold at the casinos, and being a general salesperson by facilitating access to and generating more traffic to the deep web’s underworld drug trade.

Woot, yeah, STEM for the win, alright! she thought as she quietly chuckled to herself.

Oh, yes, and most recently added to the list: armed robbery.

“Not too bad for my first time,” Elyza mused to herself, eyeing her gun and putting the safety lock back on. “I think it was a mutually pleasant experience for myself and the poor half-wit that decided to do his laundry at this time of night.”

11:30 pm.

To be honest, she almost talked herself out of doing it.

But she had gone through the motions–surfed the deep web, found illegal handguns for sale, met with the dealer to pick up her purchase, practiced her aim and proper technique at shooting ranges, staked out places to rob, and finally plopped herself in location, poised and ready to assault.

I couldn’t just not go through with it after all that time-intensive preparation, Elyza told herself as she neared a dimly lit tunnel and found a magazine and newspaper rack near the mouth of the tunnel. Oh, right, I think I left my other magazine at the laundromat.

She pocketed the wallet, keeping one card out, swiftly picked up a magazine and started to sift through it, looking for items to shop for now that she had won her hard-earned money.

Frankly, she had let fate decide what should happen – if no one walked it, then she would take it as a sign that she should just ditch the gun and go back to her more indirect methods of extortion; if someone did walk in, then she would take it as a sign that it was time to level up her robbery game.

And when the attractive, poshly dressed young man stepped in…

“Well, the fates hath spoken,” Elyza said to herself, looking at the man’s driver’s license on. “So you see, I really had no final say in the matter; hope you don’t take it personally…let’s see uh… Brian!”

She laughed to herself again, and the sounds of her mirth echoed throughout the tunnel.


Elyza stopped.

That one didn’t sound like me, she thought to herself as she strained her ears trying to locate the noise again. Uh, who dares to interrupt me in the middle of my evil laugh? Gosh, I was already beginning to imagine the closing credits with my laughter as background…


She saw a dark silhouette slowly tottering its way towards her.

She narrowed her eyes to try and get a clearer view of the figure.


She blinked, and clasped her arms behind her to conceal the gun.

“Hey, uh…you alright there, mate?” she questioned in confusion.


“No answer, even though I’m right in your face? Shall I say—rude much?” she spat out with some attitude. “Whatever. I’m not dealing with this. You need me to call someone for you?”


“I know you must be smashed out of your mind, my friend, but a more eloquent verbal response would be preferable,” she said with playful sarcasm and a roll of her eyes.


Now that the man has shortened the distance between them, she notices that there’s something odd about him—he doesn’t have the demeanor of your regular, run-of-the-mill drunkard. His head is bent at a strange angle, his arms hang loosely as he walks, his eyes are blank glints, his jaw hangs open, and his clothing is tattered and covered in dark splotches of…

She whizzes the gun forward.

“Freeze,” she says firmly. “Don’t come any closer.”

The man keeps walking towards her.

“I may not carry a mace, cross, whistle, or pepper spray, but I do have a pistol,” Elyza elaborates. “Kinda trumps the other options, don’t ya think?


She starts walking backwards as the man continue to walk, as if not hearing her.

“Listen, so, uh, you’re a quirky one, and I don’t know what your angle is here—rape, assault, prank, come on—but I have every right to shoot you in self-defense,” Elyza explains carefully. “And my aim far from strays.”

Elyza gulps when the man, now less than 15 feet away from her, appears to trudge with more purpose, as if her spiel only encouraged him. And in the dim lighting, the girl finally notices the red tint to the splotches on the man’s battered clothing, and the drool falling from his jaw.

“Mother—shit. What the fuck is wrong with you…!?” Elyza manages to get out right before the man inadvertently launches at her in her moment of shock.

Elyza screams and dodges his attack, but he grabs her leg as he collapses on the ground, tripping the blonde along with him.

“Grrhgg… argh…”

Oh, God, fuck, fuck, fuck, she thinks as she panics. What is it? Rabies? Drugs? What is he on?

She looks at her gun. She’s never really shot a gun outside of the controlled environment of a shooting range. She had always worn earplugs and goggles, as well as gloves and helmets for added protection. The only other time she threatened someone with shooting them was back at the laundromat not even 20 minutes ago, and even then she was semi-bluffing, a part of her hoping the guy would just hand over the money so she wouldn’t have to hurt him.

The man growls at her and start biting her shoes.

“What in hell—!? BUGGER OFF, YOU FREAK!” Elyza shrieks, smacking him with her magazine to no avail.

She kicks him in the face and then crawls away backwards as quickly as she can. “Do you want money, is that it? Ok, fine, here”—she pulls out the wallet and throws it at him, hitting him in the shoulder—“have the stupid dough, it wasn’t even mine to begin with so whatever! Oh, hell, is this what this is? Divine retribution of some sort? Fuck, karma is a bitter bitch!”

The deranged man jumps at her again while she’s still down and she struggles to wrangle him off of her.

She grunts, and screams, and punches, and cries for help—all is moot, though, because it’s probably midnight by now and she was walking by herself in a dimly lit tunnel with no signs of other people therein.

“Fuck, is this how I’m going to die!? Eaten by some stranger? Not even in the good way, SHIT, FUCKING, LET GO!”

She makes a choice.

And she shoots.


His chest, his arm, his legs, his stomach.

Multiple times, so many times and she never even kept count.

He is immobilized.

She hastily gets up, hair in disarray, body shaking, shooting arm trembling, gasping and panting.

She surveys herself and notices she is covered in blood—how much is his or hers, she doesn’t know.

She swallows away the nausea as she stares at the body, then promptly turns to walk away.

Elyza knows she’s not a good person—she’s a liar, cheater, and a thief, but she never thought she would be a murderer. Even when she purchased the gun, she mainly wanted it with her as a reinforcement, an intimidation weapon, just for show. She never truly thought she would have to use it. She would shoot a few rounds, sure, but never at the victim, just around the vicinity, to scare them into giving up their goods.

Her night of glory ended in gore, and she can’t fathom how you can go from success to shit in such short period of time.

“… Ngh…rrguuh…”

The noise was curious.

Elyza is conscious of her heart’s two loud beats: once in relief— he’s alive! —once in fear— he’s… alive?

She gulps, and turns around slowly, finding herself staring into the dull, blank eyes of the man she just killed, who is standing upright and walking towards her again as she remains still in disbelief.

“… What are you? How are you… how is this… This is not real, is it?” she whispers, asking questions that she knows won’t be answered.

She lifts up her gun again, aims, and shoots.

But nothing happens.

The pistol is exhausted of ammo.

She stares at the gun in shock, then back at the man, then at the gun, and finally the ground.

“Is my death inevitable? Is this what I deserve…? Oh, God, I just, I don’t know…” Elyza feels herself frozen still, the shock of what was currently taking place still sinking into her.

She can feel tears rolling down her numb cheeks, and realizes that she really doesn’t want to die right now.

Her resolve steels.

“Fine,” she says with a false smile and a quavering voice. “If I’m going to die right now, I may as well go down trying to take you out. Don’t worry, I’ll try to get us in a cool wrestling pose for when they outline our corpses. That’ll be a pain to draw, I bet.”

She walks around him, hoping she can get past him to run in the opposite direction, but the tunnel is too narrow to make an escape.

Screw it all to hell, I’ll just go for it!

She takes off right past the creature, but it lunges at her, and she engages the attack.

As she fights him on the ground, punching, kicking, screaming, scratching, and beating him to a pulp, with the creature delivering the same in return, she sees bright white lights at the end of the tunnel.

“Ha ha, God, you’re still gonna let me into heaven after all this!?” she laughs maniacally as the white lights draw closer and grow brighter.

She separates herself from the creature and sways herself to a standing position, lifting her arms. “Come and take me, Lord!”

And she is promptly hit by a car.

Well, more like, is flung over it, landing sideways.


Two armed men in military attire descend from the vehicle, scurrying over to where she’s huddled into a ball.

“The target is secured,” one of them says. “The creature was found attacking a civilian at Third Street Tunnel.”

Finally! Took you long enough, authorities, she thought in annoyance as she groaned in pain.

She feels the barrel of a gun at her head.

“Ready to fire at a moment’s notice,” the other replies. “The creature remains still.”

Awww, these dumbasses, she thinks angrily, grunting in pain as she tries to move.

“It’s stirring, we’re taking off the safety locks,” the other one announces.

“Stop… stop it, dun… shoot,” she slurs out, feeling a concussion coming on.

“It’s… speaking?”

“That’s impossible. It said in our briefing that they cannot communicate orally. They only groan and growl,” one of the military men says.

“I was groaning… in pain… Jesus Christ,” she huffs out, trying to stand up.

The two men look at one another in alarm.

“We apologize. That was our mistake… you were attacking the civilian on the ground, you were covered in blood, we thought you were the creature…”

“Then you stood up and charged right at our vehicle,” the other explained. “That appeared to us to be aggressive behavior expected of The Infected.”

“In my defense… I thought I was running towards the pearly gates,” Elyza muttered out, now standing up with some stability.



“So, uh, The Infected?” Elyza slowly drawls out, trying to calm a headache. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I think you’re looking for… him.”


One of the military guys runs, places the barrel of his gun to its head, and shoots.

The creature immediately stills.

“That’s usually all it takes to knock them down for good,” the military guy that stayed beside her explained.

Elyza clucks her tongue and raises an eyebrow as she shakes her head. “20 bullets and none of them struck him in the head. Unbelievable.”

But at the same time, this is my luck we’re talking about, so of fucking course, Elyza thinks, rolling her eyes.

The military man that is returning from killing the creature on the points to Elyza pistol. “Is that your firearm?”

Elyza’s eyes widen.


“Is it registered under your name?”


“Are you certified to have a firearm with you?”

“That’s, uh…”

The three of them stare at one another.




Elyza spins on her heel and hauls ass out of that tunnel.

She’s shot with a tranquilizer.


She’s goes down, paralyzed

The men approach her. “We apologize, Miss…”—they take the wallet and pull out her ID cards— “These are not yours.”

They stare at her, unimpressed.

Elyza stares back at them sheepishly from her position on the ground.

“Well, Miss, it seems you have a lot more to answer to us than just questions about your encounter with The Infected,” the one military man says.

The other military man heads over to the body of the Walker. “Let’s take her to one of the safe zones, drop her in the questioning room. We will leave the infected corpse in the vehicle and then drive it to the command center.”

“10/4,” the military man near Elyza says.

As the military men roll her into the back of the vehicle alongside the infected corpse (because there was no space at the front of the vehicle to accommodate her own limp, paralyzed body), she stares into the lifeless (finally!) eyes of the corpse as she thinks to herself: Just another day in the life of Elyza Lex.

Hello, World! (Greetings from a Shut-In)

Hello, World!


(Scroll below for the TL;DR summation of this post)

Do you guys get it? Because “Hello, World” is, like, the first piece of syntax that beginner programmers are taught to output when learning a new computer language? Like making your low-key, grand entrance into the world and letting others know? Ha ha yes? Ha ha no?

Why am I even expecting some kind of answer right now? I am clearly writing to nobody at the moment, but this will eventually be published on my newly-minted blog so some hapless internet wanderer will read it and cringe at my awful introduction before hastily clicking away and deleting their visit to this blog from their internet history!

I do hope my first two paragraphs don’t cause you to go to such great lengths, though, dear hapless wanderer!

But all that aside, let’s carry on! Nice to meet you! How do you do? You can call me “The Well-Rounded Dabbler,” or just “Dabbler” to save you the jaw flexing exertion.

I am actually not a well-rounded connoisseur by any means, though. I HOPE to be, and that’s part of the reason I have started this blog.

I have been a bit of a shut-in for the past 7 years of my life — I am currently of college-age — and as I finally break out of my shell (my room) and dip my toes into foreign waters (the cement or grass in the outside world), I realize that I have missed out on so much of my youth because I have been so afraid of society.

I have decided that I don’t want to continue to waste away the precious years I have left of however long my life is, and that I want to try and make an effort to reach out to and connect with others, and do something significant with my life.

I think we all dream about doing that one great thing that will have made our lives worth living and that will leave a lasting impact on others’ lives. At the moment, I want to focus on reacquainting myself with society and trying to learn about different topics, ranging from TV shows, politics, current events, sports, and the arts to more academic things like math, science, history, literature, and research.

Currently, my greatest struggle as someone that has spent so long without human interaction is  that I have no idea how to talk to people without coming off as incredibly awkward or just staring at someone for uncomfortably long pauses while trying to think about how to start or maintain a conversation. AND on the off-chance that I DO manage to carry a conversation, most topics that tend to be common knowledge to everyone else, is completely new to me, and I feel so out of touch with what the rest of the world is up to. I don’t know or  I can’t do things that seemingly comes naturally to other people, and it frustrates me.

I would like to take the steps to improve myself, and I felt that starting a blog where I can, in some form, “take notes” on or write about new things I have learned will benefit me greatly. So, I suppose, this is a self-help blog more than anything. If anyone ever finds anything of interest in whatever I have written, I will be very glad!

So thank you very much if you have actually read through this epic piece of dissertation-like essay of an introduction that borders on the length of the “Terms and Agreements” contracts that nobody ever seems to read and just clicks the “I Accept” button on the dialog box for installing new software. Really, thank you.

And for your benefit, I have also added a TOO LONG; DIDN’T READ recap of everything that I just said:



So follow along, whether to laugh at my clumsy attempts to dive back into society or lend me some encouragement as I try to teach myself things I should have learned long ago had I not let my social anxiety take over.

\(^_~)/     PLEASED TO MEET YOU, (hopefully) KIND STRANGER


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