Living a life of transparency.

For those that know me know that I live a fairly open life. I will always let you know exactly how I feel whether that is good or awful. I don’t ask for much in return. I don’t ask for your life to revolve around me, rather I’d like it not to revolve around me. I don’t ask for your undivided attention. I only ask that you are completely open with me.

That’s it. It’s simple.

You live openly to me and I’ll live unreservedly to you. I don’t believe in wasting my time by giving only a part of myself to people. I don’t believe that we are meant to live a life of different faces. I will be me if you be you but only if you do it with your full honesty.

I’m not pulling this kind of writing to attack anyone, rather to let you in on me.

I am Bobby Koch. I am twenty-two years old and pursuing a Philosophy degree at Lincoln Christian University for God knows why. I will not claim to be intelligent. I will not claim to know much about philosophy. I will instead prove to you my worth by working hard at the things that get me going. This blog for instance. I love sharing my deepest darkest secrets with the world, especially when I know so very few of you actually give a damn, so I post to my little heart’s content about all the things that either upset me or bring love into my life.

There I go rambling again. I apologize.

Which brings me to something else you have to know about me. I am bound to say “I’m sorry” to you more than a normal human being. Why? I’d like to try to explain it, but when it comes down to the nitty-gritty I am just a terribly unconfident person. I say “I’m sorry” as a means to safeguard myself. I say it because I constantly believe that I am doing something wrong or that I am letting somebody down. No matter how untrue my feelings of self-doubt are, I will continue to apologize because I believe it is the right thing to do.

When I’m wrong, I’m wrong.

And I’m wrong a whole lot. Your first inkling of that may be where I typed “damn” up above. I typed it with full knowledge that it’s going to make somebody, somewhere upset. That honestly makes me super happy. Not that I want people angry or upset with me, but I do not want to live a life that makes me hold back how I feel. I know most people don’t care to read any of this. It upsets me. Not because I’m conceited. It upsets me because I have a personal belief that every human voice should be heard.

and seeing that I am me, I believe my voice is important.

Why? Why not? I’m making my voice a voice that should be listened to. Not for authority, but for pleasure. For something you’d like to read. For something you’d like to relate with. For something you want to be a part of.

With all this being said, I’m back blogging world. Beware, prepare.