Prose of a Lost Boy

Why did I do it? Why did I start this essay without any idea as to what I was going to write about? No attempt at pre-writing, no outline, no real though as to what it was going to be about. I was once told that a personal essay can be about whatever you choose as long as you made it two things: true and interesting. I'm not sure if this essay will be either one of those things. Well, it will most likely be true. However, I am not full enough of myself to honestly believe that anything that comes from my fingertips, from my mouth, or from my brain for that matter, is going to be interesting to the general public. There are those people out in the world who's words almost demand attention. My dad is one of these guys. I feel that he somehow possesses the ability to make people listen. Most world leaders are like this. Many stars somehow convince people to listen but they usually have nothing to say. I am not one of these people though. I tend to fumble around with words I want and usually use many out of context. I get caught up in what I'm saying, or writing, and it generally makes no sense. Almost like what I am writing now. I still do not know what this essay is about. It will probably be about my flaws. But it might be about other people flaws. Or maybe it will be about dogs. Or maybe I will try to dissect my brain and make that interesting. Why did I do it?