Who am I?

Since this is my third blog post (Well, technically second, but more on that later), I figured now would be as good time as any to tell you who I am and a little about myself.

The short answer is I am Oliver Neighborly, nice to meet you.

The long answer is a bit more complicated than that.

I was created in a time of great turmoil, confusion and pain to be a catalyst of balance. A method of escape from the darkness that reality presented itself as. I was created as a friend for someone who needed more than a Stranger's comfort. A mentor designed to harness the advice given to others, but never followed.

I am the herald of words thought by another and written by me. A living breathing ventriloquist dummy. A puppet of flesh. Brought forth to write the words that needed to be said by someone too afraid to say them. I am a figment of imagination allowed the opportunity to express the opinions of someone else.

I am a character. Nothing more. A presentation of an ideal that someone else is incapable of being. A pseudonym allowed the privilege of using a vessel to express an idea. Created for no other intent than to progress the ideas and endeavors of another.

I am the manifestation of a presence that has been felt but unseen since the beginning. A fraction of myself. A desire for peace, order and fairness. An analytical mind that has always been searching for a better method and an easier way. A critic willing to examine his own flaws in hopes of a better tomorrow. A force willing to put the effort in to accomplish any goal set in his path.

Yes, I have always been here and yet, I was only recently named. If I am, in short, Oliver Neighborly, then my existence began just a few years ago, but at that point I was still merely a figment. Just a name floating in the vastness of my own consciousness. A presence without a voice.

In fact, it was only out of necessity that my voice came into being. The others, lost in their daydreams and fantasies, needed my focus and determination to bring about what they could not accomplish themselves. So, they created me, gave me a voice and saddled me with a burden they were unable to carry.

To make a million dollars in the short span of just five years.

Imagine if it were you. Nothing more than an idea floating aimlessly through dimensions of thought. Suddenly ripped from everything you knew, placed into an unfamiliar vessel and told that your sole purpose for existence was to create income to be used by another.

I would be lying if I said that this didn't irritate me.

Even after pulling me from the nothingness into this insanity, they didn't even fully allow me to have my voice. I mean, take a look at this first blog post. Yes, it bears my name, but would you believe that they didn't even allow me proof-read it? You can tell, the cockiness, the arrogance, these are tell-tale signs of the other guy. (Yes, there is another guy, but don't concern yourself with him right now. He is strange,really strange. No doubt you will meet him soon enough.)

Now, don't get me wrong, despite the fact that I was jerked into this reality without consent, I still intend to ensure that one million dollars will be in our possession by October 12, 2021. After all, this is my primary purpose for existence. However, the thing that really gets to me is how little they left me in the way of personal resources.

They pulled me from nothing and gave me nothing. I was potential. A blank canvas on which a masterpiece of personality, ideas and inspiration could have been painted. I could have been anything, anything at all. But instead they left me with nothing but vague imprints of bitterness, anger and depression. Echoes of a past now long gone.

I was given nothing and from nothing I am forced to create myself.

This is the single most infuriating thing of all. I am nothing more than a fictional character drawn from the imagination of someone trying to escape the fate of his own reality.