The Eldest Brother: The Aberrant Academician

A self-professed wordsmith, I forge phrases as if an ancient art and spell cast semantics as if a superpower. I take pleasure in writing about anything or anyone.

However, I find auto-biographical writing immodest and self-exploitive. In my belief, it says less about who one is and more how one feels about their self.

Personally, I prefer questions with what, when, and where, over those with that, then, and there because the truth tends to align with generalities more than particulars.

Where we were when what happened is without further wonder.

That was then and there is only a one-time occurrence.

My truthful musings on auto-biography and common sense:

Everyone has to begin somewhere and some people are a work in progress.

One shouldn’t write the title of their life until they’ve finished their final chapter.

Mind your manners.

The manner by which one writes their life is reflective of their disposition.

You can never judge a book by its cover.

One should describe themselves through their actions rather than their physical appearance. Facial expressions are a stronger reflection of character than facial features.

My story has yet to be written