My name is Michael im 24 years old and I've spent my whole life so far in Connecticut. I grew up in Darien which is a small WASP town about 45 minutes from New York. Its a small wealthy little town.. though its changed drastically over the past ten years. Its a shore community where everyone used to know each other and of course know everyone's business. When I was eleven years old my dad decided to stop working for our landlord at his plumbing company and go off and start his own business. Threw a painful trek of eviction and fights we ended up buying a house in Norwalk about 15 minutes from where I grew up.. so not a huge move just one town over. Though I realized when I went to school it was a huge culture shock. From a small WASP town to a multicultural city.
Growing up in Norwalk was amazing.. I immediately made a whole bunch of friends though I admit I was very cautious. My first friend was a boy named Corey.. It was wood class I was sitting there first day of school in my little Ralph Loren polo sweater with my turtle neck and khakis..I remember thinking to myself as I looked around.. What's FUBU and who is this Tommy Hilfiger. I had never seen these brands before.. they certainly were not in the Darien Sports Shop. It was then that I met Corey. He sat down next to me pulling up a bench and said "Hey Cracker". I was soo confused! It was from that moment on that I started to build strong friendships and my identity. I played all the sports growing up from hockey games to football and skiing.
I realized by the time I got to high school that I really was drastically different from everyone else. I was taller, bigger, louder.. and so many personalities mushed into rooms of thirty kids it was great! I remember thinking to myself as I got to know more and more people how cool this was.. I had the chance to invent myself into anything I wanted. My freshmen year I spent a good deal of my time with the jocks. Sophomore year I strayed over to the artsy people and had a blast getting to know them. Through the four years of high school I literally floated around getting to know all these different people and by the time I got to my senior year I knew everyone.. and was able to maintain countless friendships. I graduated from Brien McMahon School in 2003. I was elected big brother of my class and I have a whole bunch of great memories from high school, I LOVED it! Though here I am 7 years after graduation and I cant help but think my mom was right. She said to me senior year when I stepped down from the podium my diploma in hand her usual negative self.. she said to me "Look around and hold onto your memories.. because these people will not be your friends in life.. they will just be part of the pages of your life.. memories." She was right.. I dont talk to hardly anyone that I graduated with and most of them I dont even honestly care to get to know. High school was a big game.. it was work.. and life choices that helped define who I am now. I am 6ft tall and about 300lbs im a big kid now! I have always been the fat funny kid. Stop.. wait.. go back a few words.. FAT.. now you may think that word bears some kind of negative meaning but let me explain briefly.. I love being larger then life.. and despite what you may hear "The war on obesity" I dont hold that same view.
I hope this brief bio gives you a glimpse into the Jiggle that is me. That voice of what not to say.. that little ooo you shouldent say that wont be found in this blog.. I will push the envelope of the norm. I will be crude at times and funny.. I will rant and I will yell.. but through this blog I hope that I can share my opinion with ya'll and perhaps offer a chance for a different point of view.
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