Hi.
Awkward, I know. Imagine how I feel. (Remembering to space only once after each period. Knowing that I will ultimately space twice at some point. Oops.) I knew that this would be difficult...the whole putting myself out there thing...what if we don't make it past this first meeting--you, me, us, here, now....
I know that I can write whatever I want; that's the beauty of blogging, right? But this is kind of like dating...I mean, sure I can say whatever I want, but if I want to keep you around, I need to convince you that I'm worth taking on a second date. I have to create mystery and intrigue...establish a rapport, remind you of someone you admire, make you think of something I said (or will say) at a later time. I don't want to appear desperate--only a quick spritz of perfume and a bit of rouge, not too much cleavage (nothing to worry about there)...chapstick, not lipstick.
I never used to care what people thought. Okay, that's not true. Let me rephrase. I've always cared what others thought of me, but when I was younger, I didn't care if the attention I received from others was positive or negative, as long as it was attention. Well, that's not quite right either. I cared, I just didn't consider what type of attention said action would receive until after I'd actually committed the action.
Sure my seventh grade self willingly volunteered my shoe as a football when the substitute teacher took the actual football away from us. Sure I felt like big stuff knowing that the game continued because of me. Sure, my bare foot felt lonely-gritty-off kilter-- walking back to the classroom after the same substitute teacher refused to return the football and my shoe. No, I know that's not really funny, but it was definitely humiliating. Cool to superzero in less than five minutes. Oh no. I'm already rambling, aren't I? And blushing now too...I can feel it.
So enough about me; what about you? Why are you here? What do you expect to gain? Insight into my insecurities? You've come to the right place. A taste of my opinion? Just remember, you asked for it. A look at my flaws? Have you not been paying attention? Fashion advice? Oh, now you're just flirting with me...seriously though, remind me to tell you my panty story sometime....Are you curious? Bored?
Well, alright then. I'm feeling better already. Really, I'm just pretending that you aren't even there. I'm not anticipating what you want, I'm focusing on what I'm ready to tell you. And, if we continue to see each other, I think I may become comfortable revealing more and more. After all, that's what dating, um blogging, is all about, right?
Awkward, I know. Imagine how I feel. (Remembering to space only once after each period. Knowing that I will ultimately space twice at some point. Oops.) I knew that this would be difficult...the whole putting myself out there thing...what if we don't make it past this first meeting--you, me, us, here, now....
I know that I can write whatever I want; that's the beauty of blogging, right? But this is kind of like dating...I mean, sure I can say whatever I want, but if I want to keep you around, I need to convince you that I'm worth taking on a second date. I have to create mystery and intrigue...establish a rapport, remind you of someone you admire, make you think of something I said (or will say) at a later time. I don't want to appear desperate--only a quick spritz of perfume and a bit of rouge, not too much cleavage (nothing to worry about there)...chapstick, not lipstick.
I never used to care what people thought. Okay, that's not true. Let me rephrase. I've always cared what others thought of me, but when I was younger, I didn't care if the attention I received from others was positive or negative, as long as it was attention. Well, that's not quite right either. I cared, I just didn't consider what type of attention said action would receive until after I'd actually committed the action.
Sure my seventh grade self willingly volunteered my shoe as a football when the substitute teacher took the actual football away from us. Sure I felt like big stuff knowing that the game continued because of me. Sure, my bare foot felt lonely-gritty-off kilter-- walking back to the classroom after the same substitute teacher refused to return the football and my shoe. No, I know that's not really funny, but it was definitely humiliating. Cool to superzero in less than five minutes. Oh no. I'm already rambling, aren't I? And blushing now too...I can feel it.
So enough about me; what about you? Why are you here? What do you expect to gain? Insight into my insecurities? You've come to the right place. A taste of my opinion? Just remember, you asked for it. A look at my flaws? Have you not been paying attention? Fashion advice? Oh, now you're just flirting with me...seriously though, remind me to tell you my panty story sometime....Are you curious? Bored?
Well, alright then. I'm feeling better already. Really, I'm just pretending that you aren't even there. I'm not anticipating what you want, I'm focusing on what I'm ready to tell you. And, if we continue to see each other, I think I may become comfortable revealing more and more. After all, that's what dating, um blogging, is all about, right?
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Excellent start Carrie! I've already fallen in love with you :) and we just met! haha kidding! You're going to win hearts, cause confusion (that's not meant in a bad way), gain respect, create clarity, spark interest, break free and grow in depth beyond your grasp! Awesome :) Looking forward to the next!
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