Welcome all!

Welcome all readers to my initial entry into the world of blogging. Firstly, let me state that I truly hate the word "blog", I know, it's an abbreviation of the words "Web log" however I am one of those people who hates abbreviations, can't stand "trendy lingo", and nearly wants to vomit when I hear things like, "staycation", or "OMG". However, since "blog" has now so ingrained itself into our everyday vernacular, I will refer to my "web log" as such.
The other day on my facebook page I commented that I was wondering on which side of the narcissistic/introspective line I stood. I think I'm probably leaning towards the former. Fortunately I feel that blogs are the perfect outlet for an admitted (or closet) narcissisist. They're self indulgent. They allow the writer to pontificate about any topic they please, however, most people usually talk about themselves, their feelings, what's on their mind, etc. As I've already admitted, I myself have a bit of a self indulgent streak, so most blog postings will be regarding what's rambling about in the head of Joshua Brent McFall (narcissists regularly speak in third person). So...Here goes.
As a young person (I hope I can still call myself that) I'm still trying to figure out the things that matter most to me. I'm an honorably discharged veteran of the U.S. Air Force, with a good job, a nice apartment in downtown Denver, which I share with a beautiful girl, and a dog who loves me, (I hope the girlfriend does too). I have all the material posessions I need (aside from a kitchen table, whole nother story), the nice car, the awesome skis and snowboard, and seasons pass to 5 different colorado ski areas, and more than enough running/hiking/biking/skiing/snowboarding trails to efficiently occupy my time. I'm also going back to school this January. So...What else could a boy want, right?
Well, here's where the whole priorities topic comes into play. From birth we're all subliminally told that there is a path that we are supposed to stay on. This path weaves from elementary school, to junior high/high school, playing sports, chasing girls, college education, into a career, to marriage, family, mortgage payments, little league games, boring meetings, 401k's, investments, college payments for the kid who was playing little league yesterday, Bailing the kid out when he does the stupidest things, realizing you used to do the same things, Do we have enough to retire?, The gold watch retirement sendoff, Grandkids, the big RV, watching your body deteriorate, certain things don't work like they used to, and your wife's an old lady anyway, Dr. visits, pills...lots of pills, watching your friends die, and eventually, death.
OK, so that's kind of a bleak interpretation of life, but it seems to me that so many people, through a series of choices, trap themselves into that bleak predetermined fate, and I just don't want it to be me. I've been called self-destructive by some. I think sometimes I was just rebelling against the norm. I don't know if that rebellion is something I'll someday outgrow, but keep watching. I'm sure it'll be entertaining from now until then.