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[This is an interesting snapshot of where my life was when I wrote this post.]

This will be my last post here as I transition to a different blog and a new stage of life.  

https://tristanwruark.com/

The last post I made here was in 2014. I made some posts prior to that then I went back in and pulled them from the blog.  I started this blog back in 2005. It's now 2022. Wow, have things changed. Who am I?  A lot has changed in the last eight years. A lot of life has passed through the Angry American. I'm a completely different person between the Angry American and the man I am now. I don't think I was so angry when I first started the blog over fifteen years ago. Wow. A decade and a half. I'm thinking how crazy it would have been for me to start a blog back in 1990. 1990 was the ending of 7th grade and the beginning of eighth grade for me. I would have been 13 years old. Thirty-two, 32 years ago, I would've been able to keep my own blog because I would've been 13 years old. What is the comparison? 

Here's a tik tokker who is 13 at the time of this post

https://www.tiktok.com/@stayflyooo/video/7046536814118653231?is_copy_url=1&is_from_webapp=v1

This young lady has a YouTube channel at 13

https://youtu.be/tiNqhOds9l8

In comparison, I didn't have social media until I was 28 years old in 2005. This blog was my first social media. I started it because I was in Iraq, and my buddy had a blog. I didn't even know what a blog was. I just wanted a spot to share my experiences in Iraq with my family. The blog ended up taking a form of its own during my deployment in 2007. I quickly learned that people only give a shit about you when your life is in danger. 

So why am I coming back in 2022? Because I haven't really seen anything through in a year for a while. 

[I didn't see this through either.]

Many reasons really. I'm enthralled with the ability to be able to keep a diary through the years in almost real-time. Imagine if Anne Frank had a vlog or blog. Anne Frank would be the most recent time I could think of; I imagine the ancient humans being able to show us pictures of the time they lived in. What a perspective we would have for the times that history has forgot. 

Anyway, I'm back. For how long, I don't really know. This is more of a New Years' challenge than anything. Obviously, we need to cover ground, and I'll do whatever, however, until I get some reader feedback unless no one is reading this. You let me know what you want to know about.

 A lot of time has passed, and we have lost a lot of people on this journey. In a separate post/post, I will name the people because they are special to me. I think that people should know their history and learn from their mistakes and honor their legacy. For now, I'm late on this post. We have more to come. It's a history of my life. I'm hopeful that it will reflect the years I lived for the person I chose to be during my short stint here in life. 

I'm not the best version of me through a lot of this life. Shit though. I had a fucking blast, literally. It has been a huge learning curve and also a blessing. I have lived through some shit but nothing in comparison to others. I would be remised if I didn't admit that it has been a wild ride. My favorite quote in this life isa quote from Hunter S. Thompson: Buy the ticket, take the ride. 

It means what it means. Life is a ride. Participate.

Anyway, I'm back. I want to tell my story. It's been tame yet crazy to me. I'm a lucky fucker. I want to thank the beautiful people who have crossed my path to make my adventure so amazing.