Beginning

I always figured being intelligent was a good thing. Academic achievement came easy; listen to a lecture or read a book and the information was mine for a lifetime. To see a word was to know how to spell it. Mathematics, foreign language, philosophy, literature, economics, chemistry, physics; I loved them all. I pulled straight A's through high school and college without hardly breaking a sweat. My biggest dilemma was deciding what to major in. I spent the first three semesters of college taking classes from nearly every discipline, trying to decide what I liked best. In the end I went with psychology, because above all else, human behavior fascinated me. What makes people do the things they do? Are we a product of our environment or our genes?

I thought I was so smart then. I had no idea how stupid I really was.

Here commences an attempt to chronicle the really dumb things that go through the head of an individual who appears to have it all together. I'm keeping it anonymous because I'd like to be able to say what I truly think without worrying about shocking my family and friends.

You see, deep down I have one basic, irrational fear: that if my friends knew everything about me, they'd disappear.

Hence this anonymous blog. Maybe I'll have a lot to say. Or not.