The Thought of a Thought of a Thought

   The autumn wind pries the leaves from the reluctant trees, leaving them groaning at the loss.  Yes, it's fall here in my little college town, and dramatically beautiful, even with the trees ripped half bare of foliage.  Unseasonably balmy, too—a reality as cherished by the students as the coming of winter is loathed.  But college students love nothing better than to have something about which they can cheerfully gripe; and while classwork is the obvious default, the winter onslaught provides a satisfactory substitute when the need arises.

    I might as well confess at this point that, despite the conveniently impersonal phrase "students," I am one.  I am, therefore, equally prone to complaints about weather, professors, and cafeteria food as anybody else, but I'll try not to bore you with the details.  Though, honestly, there are few things more amusing than the creatively horrendous dinners college gives us on Sunday nights.  Not that they seem funny when you're eating suspiciously pink, under-seasoned chicken, and disturbing conglomerations of bell-peppers, carrots, soy sauce and beef, but we jokesters have to take what we can get.

     Well, if you've stuck around this far, you're probably at least vaguely curious about who I am.  So, naturally, I think I won't tell you now, but let it come out naturally.  Suspense is good for the soul.  And, anyway, I'm a contrary sort—a consequence of being quiet, reflective, overly polite and extremely opinionated, I suspect.  When you feel no one's listening to you, you have to take a stand where you can.  

       So, you're probably thinking, "If she's not going to tell us who she is, at least she could tell us why she's writing this!  Or at least what it's about."  Fair enough; I shall.  Ready for it? 

       Nothing.  It's a blog about...nothing.  

       Alright, alright.  It isn't really about nothing; I just like quoting Seinfeld.  This blog will be, on the contrary, based on everything in my life.  Dreams, worries, joys, experiences, books, movies, animals, and TV shows; memories, things I believe with every fiber of my being and things I fear I shall never understand; a conversation with a friend, and the thought of a thought of a thought...

      Because there are some things too precious to share with anyone but your best friend—or a stranger.

      Because, as fortunate as I am, in some ways I'm very much alone. 

      Because, in some ways, all of us are alone.

      But never in the ways that matter. :)