Letter from the CEO

Abrupt change? Not quite.

A little more than a year ago I gave my "other" alter-ego free reign for a little bit. It was an interesting time in my life. I bought some stocks. I became a little more business saavy. I started caring more about investing in myself and my future than I did my present. Hell, I even tried my hand at becoming a stock broker. It was an interesting time, but a time I'd rather forget at the same time. I felt a tad hollow, as if the only thing I was focused on was money and my best interests. Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing with those two things, but having them as a focal point isn't a good way to go about living your life. So somewhere along the line I decided to put up the three piece suits and investment portfolios and go back to having fun and living life as it comes. Sure, I still reached back into my closet of alter-egos and pulled out the dress shoes when necessary (the Beautification had to be financed somehow), but all in all its been fun in the sun for the last 14 months.

Well now I'm ready to move forward. Or at least I think I am. Either way, I don't plan on staying in Sumter or Florence or South Carolina for that matter much longer -- so I've got to start somewhere. Consider this the start.

A blog? Why you may ask (or actually you don't and I'm just having more delusions of grandeur, but that's okay)? Well because I like documenting things. I like knowing where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm supposed to be at. (And following that logic, I'm supposed to be into my third week of grad school. As you see, I'm not. Anywhoo, that's neither here nor there.) Also, because we all know that I love letting my imagination run wild from me. While I credit the Orientation crew with giving Piddy legs to stand on, he had to start somewhere. And the scary thing is, he started the same place that my Mr. Polk alter-ego did. The only difference between the two is that Piddy's has been given freedom to do as he pleased for the last four years whereas Mr. P has pretty much been locked away since high school (for good reason -- but that'll make itself clear as time goes on). And with that freedom came a voice. Do I really have an issue with Katie Couric? To be honest, I don't know. But considering Piddy has been wanting to decapitate her for the better part of two years, I might. Either way, its definitely a case of what I believed to be real becoming my reality. Which is why I stripped the RAW column away from my "base" personality and handed it over to Mr. Polk. If Piddy could convince me into believing that having a stripper wrap her crotch around my face was a good thing, I'm POSITIVE that I can be convinced into believing that mutual funds and an MBA are nothing but good.

And yeah, I just spent way more time explaining the core of my three faces. That's what I do. I'm not crazy. Yet. But if I manage to accomplish all the goals I have set for myself (and the new ones I plan to set as this blog gets some legs), just do me (and yourself) a favor and pretend this post never existed...

Sincerely,

Mr. Polk