MY NAME IS H W KANG , though in this time and age when fame is the altar at which many people worship, I'm not sure why you should care who I am or that i exist.

I am not a celebrity nor am I a friend of theirs. I do not own a shop owned by one and definitely do not have any ambitions of being one. In school, my teachers recognise me by the grades I get, and in the army, the extras i sign. My friends treat me as well as I am of use to them.I am such a nobody so much so that no one apart from my friends and friends gives me a second a look or gives a damn what I am doing.

Is there any wonder why so many people have trouble finding themselves? We have difficulty identifying with ourselves because other people impose their views on who we should be on us. We are labelled by the way we walk, talk, dress, smile, think, laugh , cry, sing. etc. Reality shows are so popular because the programmes gives us the chance to judge other people, often bearing ill intent.Too often we judge too superficially. All too often we embarass others to make ourselves feel superior.

I am nineteen, an age bordering on adulthood. To an adult my friends may consist of like-minded individuals between eighteen and twenty-one. To them, i may be no more than a child. To a child I am old enough to be distrusted, to be forever excluded from the young and beardless.

In truth, I do not really care about all of this. However, the point is, you do( if you have already read till here). Why that might be I don't really know nor do I really care. The thing is, I have reason enough to believe that someone, somewhere on the other side of the world , may be at some time reading my idiosyncratic nonsense in the hope that (gasp) it may lead him somewhere which, I tell you now, it does not.