Hey. Welcome to the show. I am (as you've hopefully figured out by now) the critical young.
I suppose this needs some explaining...
I'm a paradox. I remember the first time someone told me that...it was my dad and he said, "Allison, you're a paradox--you play the piano like an angel, but you sure eat like a linebacker". That doesn't describe me in full--not by a long shot, but I guess I've never minded being a paradox...you might even say I relish it. And so among a plethora of other paradoxes comes this one, this critical young, which really started out as nothing more than a joke.
"Critical Young" was the name of my middle school rock band that never even existed (because what kid with a love of music doesn't have a non-existent rock band?). It became a running joke among my friends and a convenient pen name to replace my mundane and boring email addresses and whatnot. But, as I got older well I changed and I realized in a way it fits quite neatly.
Don't get me wrong...the word critical tends to have pretty bad connotations...I'm not a pessimist and I'm not a jerk (usually anyways), but I'm definitely a critic. And, well, as of now I'm still relatively young. So there you have it...the critical young.
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