My name is Minerva.
Not really. I wish. But this is a confidential blog, so I won’t delve too much into my name. I could be anyone, you know. I could be your neighbor or the cashier you saw at the store last Tuesday. Yeah, I know you tried to sneak that six pack past my alarm. So just treat me as if I were anyone. I’m not going to name myself. I am as anonymous here as I am at school.
Who am I? I am a high school wallflower. I don’t attend dances. Instead, I sit at home and write. I plan to make a career out of my writing. That and psychology. I don’t like crowds. When I’m in one, I feel like I’m expected to do something. I steer away from pep rallies and during Homecoming celebrations, I wish I could find a calm place on campus and just melt into it forever.
I am Hairwoman, which helps me when I’m writing. I analyze each and every detail in my life. That shows through my blog posts. Vignettes are my style lately. When I feel I can capture the feeling of a moment in a few sentences, I know I’ve done my job.
I’m a deep thinker. During passing periods, I contemplate life. I wonder why we’re here. I try to imagine what people’s struggles are, and I enjoy thinking about causes and effects.
I use large words in everyday conversations. I quote nerdy movies.
I am a trustworthy person. If someone needs to vent to me, I’ll listen to it. I won’t give suggestions unless asked. I’ve been pestered too much lately by people judging my decisions. That’s why I made this blog. A nice, private place to discuss my feelings without the fear of being judged.
I am Minerva, maybe. You can make me up a name if you want, if you suspect you know who I am. But I’d never give it away, anyway.
