I' starting to sound snobby, which I didn't mean to. I'm not like my name-sake, Ashley Cole. I don't think I'm better than I actually am and I'd much rather have success than money any day, although I guess he has been proven right on both accounts, given how many titles Arsenal haven't won since he left them...
But anyway, I'm the sort of person that would happily sit and write up every aspect of my life all day, every day, in the hope that just a couple of people would read it and maybe laugh at the odd occasion. Anyone who follows me on Twitter could verify this. I don't do it in the now famous "I brought broccoli, lol," sort of way. Nah, that's not my style. It's always been my aim to make everything I say worth listening to, usually by making it slightly amusing or a little bit witty. You might think that's a bit pretentious, but there's a sinister meaning behind it all really. See, when I was 16 I sank in to the deep, dark pit of depression. While I had lots to say my lack of confidence restricted me to mostly silence, and when I did speak up it was often simply to greet the rare friendly face who passed me buy, or to confirm my attendance at an A Level class I already knew I wasn't going to do too well in. Writing got rid of the need to speak whilst still allowing me to get my point across. Sure, at first this point was only being put across to a few pages in a note book but it was a start. One girl once asked me why I was so much quieter in the flesh than I was when I spoke to her online. I doubt she'll ever read this, the chances are slim, but if she does then it will all make sense, (and she'll realise I was the one for her after all, not all those handsome, popular types she seemed to favour before.)
Fortunately, after years of self hatred and emotional self combustion, I re-found the ability to open my yack and talk to people. Albeit I don't do it well a lot of the time, and I tend to stick to what I know (wise cracks and banter) it's definitely better than just being the shy kid who sits on his own all the time. Sometimes people probably get a bit sick of me, and I can understand why. I'd get sick of someone too if all they did was try and be funny all the time, but to those people I say tough. Get to know me better and you'll realise I'm not a one trick pony. I am capable of some emotional connection and can, at times, take things seriously.
This, eventually, leads me back to the title of this post to which I have currently not really elaborated on in any detail at all. Upon deciding that I'd quite like more than a handful of people to read my opinions (for some reason I assumed they were interesting enough to warrant this) I came on here, only to realise that I'd apparently done that very thing a few years earlier. My name and password were already sat there, looking at me. "Why did you leave us?" they said, in my head, a place where all inanimate objects have a voice. To be honest, I'm not sure. I never actually made use of them to write anything. Maybe it was just a whim one day that I never made the most of, as in I got as far as registering and decided coming up with a password was enough creative out put for one day. Not any more though. Now I shall write more than one word (or is it two words, with numbers and hyphens in it to add extra security) and I shall tell tales by using far too many brackets and limp metaphors. I recently got a place on the student magazine, so over 15000 people will have to put up with this on a regular basis! I'm here to stay this time, password. Ironically you still wont get used much as I clicked the "remember me" box. Sorry. But at least you'll be there, in a constant state of pending as I whittle away the hours before eventually I decide that I've had enough of playing Football Manager and that my time would be better spent rambling about stuff no-one really cares about in the naive hope that someone might just give it the time of day, and at a couple of points think to themselves, "Oh, that's quite clever..."