Writing

Mar 08, 2008 - 00:56 AM PST

I had a Xanga and wrote in it until I started college and realized that I wasn't really that emo and needed to move on from something where I called myself "loserguy". So after watching the premiere on NBC, falling in love with Dylan, and hearing of its subsequent cancellation, here I am. I used to like writing a lot, and I had some pretty good stuff on there. I'd like to try and find that again.

So as a current community college student, I find myself with the opportunity to take courses that would've been laughed at when I went to Illinois Wesleyan. For any introvert that ever thinks of taking an applied psychology class, my advice for you is simple: don't. At least if you don't want to progress as a person, which I assure you I had no intentions of doing before I took this course at the last minute. It's like I'm getting college credit for having a life coach. By far the most awkward organized event I've ever had to attend. The beauty of my writing on the internet is that I'm not vulnerable to immediate judgements, and anyone that would bother to comment on my work would be someone who enjoyed it, because it requires too much effort to not just skip to another page on the net for something you dislike. But now twice a week I have to sit in a semicircle and talk about my feelings, my perceptions, and my faults while other people watch me. So I know right away whether I'm funny, relatable, attractive, captivating, or even interesting. So far I'm batting below the Mendoza line, I think. I don't hear too much laughter, but I avoid looking at faces so I don't have to see the expressions.