My first blog. But I don’t wanna start it that way. Everybody in the world who blogs probably starts with “my first blog,” am I right? Maybe not. I haven’t read too many blogs but I was just surfing the web and was like, “hmm…I wanna start a blog.” So I’m just gonna roll with it and see where it takes me. There’s no right way to blog, is there?
I think the thing most people are worried about, or at least what I’ve heard in the bubble called high school, is that they’ll die hopelessly alone and miserable, calling out the name of their only love as they slip off into eternal sleep. Fine, I made the last part up. But seriously, when I hear the question:
What’s your biggest feeeaar? (to be said in an annoying teenage girl’s voice who thinks she’s the greatest thing since sliced bread)
…I always get:
Dying alooone.
Wow. Reeeaaal original. But even though it seems stupid, it probably is what most people are afraid of.
That’s not my biggest fear. Not at all. Mine would probably be…getting the mail in the middle of the night (or what feels like the middle of the night) because I’m afraid I’m going to get kidnapped by a grossly hairy caveman. ANYWAY, I am a high school freshman, and the thought that I believe sincerely that I’ve never been liked by a guy before (to my knowledge) is sliiiightly frightening. I know what you’re thinking. How do I know? Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but most guys have a more than healthy ego about them, and I’m sure if one of them liked me they would’ve just told me. I’m not intimidating, or socially awkward, or unbearably ugly. Just a normal teenager.
Maybe that’s the reason why most girls are afraid of that, despite their fifty-three boyfriends. Maybe they’re the opposite of me. Maybe, because a guy has never liked me, I have nothing to be afraid of. Those girls who have every guy after them have much more to be afraid of, come to think of it..
