The Beginning

Let's begin at the beginning.  There are things here we must define, or at the very least, origins that must be explained.

We'll begin with a name...

mirth

  [murth]  Show IPA

noun

1.

gaiety or jollity, especially when accompanied by laughter: the excitement and mirth of the   holiday season.

2.

amusement or laughter: He was unable to conceal his mirth.

Originally "Mirth" came to me as something of a "gamertag" or screen name to use because, one, I like the sound of it, and two, it's related somewhat to the activity.  Despite the above definition, I've always felt that mirth also carried with it an air of being a somewhat more mischevious, or even devious brand of fun.

...then continue on to a title...

a·drift

  [uh-drift]  Show IPA

adjective, adverb

1.

floating without control; drifting; not anchored or moored: The survivors were adrift in the   rowboat for three days.

2.

lacking aim, direction, or stability.

Adrift may be a bit melodramatic, but it describes accurately a large portion of my life.  Not so much physically, but mentally.  The term also carries a sense of duality that is both appealing, and disconcerting.  Such as it is, it will do for now.

Now, let us address "why"...  

We are here, or at least I am here for a simple outlet.  A friend of mine, suggested a blog as a way to get out of my comfort zone.  Normally, I scoff at such suggestions, but she was adamant, and the suggestion stuck with me. You are here for your own purposes, perhaps you are drifting as well, perhaps not.  Perhaps you've found something interesting here, perhaps not.  I've already decided that the content herein will exist for its own sake, which I suppose makes further extrapolation on "why" rather irrelevant.  Such content will be varied, and based largely on anecdote.  At times, I'm sure it will make sense, other times, it will doubtless be esoteric, pretentious and generally a load of crap. Such is life sometimes.  Such, I suppose, is the nature of being adrift.