As a general introduction to my self I will be concerned in matters of my social disposition in the interest of self reflexivity, which is of great importance to me. I will present my social position and a brief summary of how I got to where I am today. I feel that this is an important thing to write about as it affects my views on almost everything.

I am generally quite well off for a 20 year old student without a job. I have a good-sized apartment, a newer car and no student loans to worry about. I don’t have to worry about bills or money or anything of the like because it is all paid for by my mother and step-dad. When I write, I usually disregard this aspect of my life. I know I should not neglect the fact that I have relatively no worries in comparison to other people in my age group, but it is impossible to avoid as I have never had to experience ‘real life’ problems.

I was not always within what I would consider to be the lower upper class (higher than middle class to say the very least) of society. For the first eleven years of my life I lived in a suburb of Vancouver (North Delta) with my mom, who was unemployed, and my dad, who was (and still is) a real estate agent. At this time I had no concept of social position, so any term that I would attach to it would be purely in reflections sense. I had everything that I needed as a child; lots of Lego, books, and a computer. My parents divorced and almost a year later my mom became involved with a man who owned a Canada-wide wholesaling company, as well as a few restaurants in Maui. Meanwhile, I lived with my dad and grew up living in much comfort (except for the fact that he wouldn’t drive me anywhere so I had to walk over an hour every day to get to my elementary school). When I was fifteen we both moved in with my grandma in Vancouver after the untimely death of my grandfather. Two years after that we moved into a basement suit for rent.

I moved out of my dad’s house in the summer after graduating from high school, as I felt like I needed to be alone. I wanted to be my own man. Before this time I had not seen much financial support from my mother (who had married the man she started seeing a year after her divorce with my dad), except for an unworldly amount of Starbucks gift cards (I am very addicted to caffeine). Upon moving out I received the full benefits of having all of my expenses paid for as well as receiving spending money whenever I would ask for it. A year after I became ‘my own man,’ my mom bought me a car. I have recently moved to a bigger place that is closer to my school.

I am well off now. Indeed, I am sitting in the concert room at my step-dad’s house with a full-sized wood-finished grand piano sitting beside me while writing this blog. I have not had to struggle with the trials and tribulations of adult life as many of my friends have had to. I have had two jobs since moving out of my house. I had a great deal of fun at both of them, but went to work with the intentions of being able to leave at any time I wanted.

This puts me at a great disposition when writing about things. Sometimes I cannot fully understand, no matter how hard I try to fit things in my mind, why certain people do what they do. Things are easy for me; just ask for more money if I am hungry, if I want a new kettle, etc. Generally other people have to work for the luxuries of such things. This reflects on the actions which reflect on other actions which lead to different logic structures or something like that. The point I am trying to articulate here is, that because of my social position I may view trivial things as more than what they are, or things that are important as mundane and obviously a certain way.

Of course my life hasn’t been all roses as I have described here, and you will probably find this out upon reading more of my writing. I feel that mentioning my social disposition is important so that the reader can become more aware of why I think the way that I do. Understanding, after all, is an integral part of reading.