That's So Zander?

Maybe I'm overthinking this whole blog thing. Or maybe I'm just overthinking in general. The title of this blog is of course, "That's So Zander." I don't post everyday because I usually want to have some sort of epiphany about the world and the ironies of living on it before writing. But what I realized is that I am Zander and that whatever I say should be "so Zander." Why am I overthinking writing that no matter what I write will still be "totally Zander" or even perhaps "completely Zander." I am Zander, hear me guffaw. The obligatory deep and ponderous feelings I'm attempting to convey are those of living up to a legacy of myself. I don't really know what that legacy is, but I was referred to by someone I've never met as "Chapman Zander -- the guy with the super long hair." My hair preceeds me as does my name.

I think of famousness as a fraction. [The amount of people that know you] / [The amount of people you know]. I've noticed that due to parties, this number can be very shaky, due to intoxicants causing people to not remember others as well. The strange factor is that Zander on a scale from Mercury to Awesome is apparently memorable enough that black out victims somehow manage to remember me. I don't know if it's me, the hair, the name, or perhaps a modest combination of the three.

The point of the matter is that I have no idea what my point is. In all honesty, this blog really has no purpose. No meaning. It's just what's on my mind at the time and what of my bizarre and illustrious thoughts happen to make it into typed form. [Most of you wouldn't have known I was thinking about baseball bazookas, but now you do.] What I'm saying is that things don't always need a story, a plot, or even direction. It's what you like or dislike and what makes you happy. If this blog has made one person besides myself happy, I'll consider myself a success. If it didn't, don't worry, I really don't expect anyone to read this anyways. I am me. You are you. I am Zander. End of story.