Visit Number One

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"So, Megan, how would you describe yourself?"
"Uh...myself?"
"Yes, you. What makes you tick? How do you think others see you? What do you like to do? I want to know about you. I've seen you around, at church and things, but I've never talked to you."
"Um, well..."

I hate these conversations. I'm not friendly, I don't do much, I'm an extremely private person, when it comes to things that actually matter and count, and I'm almost always a completely different person. And if there' one ting I hate above all other things, it's being asked if I'm okay. Not because I hate being asked, but I never know what the answer is. And just about every time, I feel like crying, for no apparent reason. If you ask and I don't start crying right there, you can be positive I'll cry myself to sleep that night.

"...Yes?"
"...Yeah. I honestly don't know how."

And then an hour went by and we ended up talking about cameras.

Oh, and side note...102 entries and I'm still introducing myself. Says something, doesn't it?

-megan.