For a very long time, well, since I was little, I've loved technology. Even more so, growing up here in a small city in the wondrous land of the USA, I loved business. My friends and I each had computers, one a Dell Dimension from the golden years of home PCs and a small, clunky laptop I used to scour the web with. Around 2011 I started noticing this trend toward startup companies. I stayed inside a lot doing homework and reading, along with some basic programming, so I figured I would do something with my environment. I'm not horribly fat; I'm six foot even and about 200lbs. Average with a hint of extra love, as my friend's sister, had said.

There were all these places to fund your startup. For a couple years, maybe less, Kickstarter was the place to grow your product. You can't just have a startup company, you need a product, something to offer as well, otherwise, you're not going anywhere. I studied more and more, school approaching its end quickly. I kept learning, listening to other CEOs, researching and reading in-depth interviews. Aside from the normal teenage boy things most kids my age did, digital production and distribution were all I cared about. I loved the concept of creating something, selling it and expanding a company.

So I waited, patiently, to turn 18 and finish high school. I stayed out of trouble for the most part. I smoked decent marijuana sometimes, but nothing in the high levels like my buddies did. I had to keep a clear head if I wanted this to work. My accomplishments were only going to be met if I did things right. My parents weren't rich, nowhere near. I didn't want to be like that when I got older. I wanted to make something of myself and I wanted to do it completely independent of the system.

I wanted to be an entrepreneur. That's what they were called, I had learned. It wasn't easy and sometimes really unpleasant, but it was me, it was my calling.

No other profession or any kind of lifestyle would come close to satiating my desires. This what I had to be and I was going to do it whether it meant staying up for days on end finishing a product or leaving my social life. Whatever the price, I was going to make a product and company that would rise to the top. Once I was done with school, with my life as I knew it then and there, I went on to do just that. I went to college, nothing fancy, just something to put the experience on my resume.

Eventually, a job came, something I was using as a means to an end. The idea was to fund a workstation I was going to use to set up my product and company. An apartment came next after moving out of my parent's house, eventually my own car because after walking all over the damn city, I needed a better mode of transportation. I had one roommate at the time, one of my friends. Right now I'm sitting in the living room with my laptop and a bunch of things, mostly just notes on what I want to do.

Outside it's not too bad, just a tiny bit hot. Nothing I can't handle.

For this project, my first startup, I'm working on some code for software that aggregates and compares trending data on popular items, then rates them specific to the person. It's like how Google does its thing, but with products instead. Moore, my friend, comes out from his room and stands there, staring at me. I glance over, shrugging. "Yeah man?" I say.

"Well, it just seems you're working on this really hard."

"That's because I am."

He scratches his chin, then head, and sighs. "Just worried. You don't seem to sleep very much."

I nod. "Yeah. That's how it works, though. At least for me."

"What are you working on again?"

"Core Tech," I say, "the new product that will take marketing and product sales to a new level."

He falls back into the couch, sitting and stretching. "Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot about that."

"I don't talk about it much."

"Why not?" he asks.

I test some Javascript I have set up, which seems to be working. "Been so busy, man."

"Yeah," he says, "fair. I get it."

"We can test it out later if you want. It's meant for people who sell stuff or companies. Big companies, etcetera."

"How would you do that though, with me I mean?" he yawns.

"Well, I just need to see once it's up if it personalizes the best results for the things you like. Just go to the site and log in and it will do the rest. Afterward, you should be able to go to any store and it will personalize the data so there's less junk to go through. On the opposite, the company side, it should tell me what you're most likely to buy based on your personal settings."

"So it's customized shopping for me, which means the guys who use it, the companies, will have a better insight on what I will buy?"

I nod. "That's pretty much how it works, yeah."

"Huh," he says, "yeah we can test it. Try it."

"Sounds good," I say.

Moore does some design for a couple places. I'm guessing it will probably aggregate whatever he uses, like software or tablets, whatever, into some sort of feed. If this works right, the test brand and corporation I have set up should show me what he's most likely to buy as well as the ratings on these items. Forecasts, charts, and all the graphs you could think of will display here for me and on his end, he'll see the only stuff he cares about. This to me seems like it'd sell well and could become something great.

I just need to finish programming it and pitch it to someone, that or crowdfund it.

There are places to do that too, plenty of them. I just need to find the time to follow through with it.