Okay, so… first blog entry. My first impression, as it were. The chance to put forth my best self, because you don’t get a second chance at a first impression.
I hate first impressions. There’s so much pressure to present the ideal image of yourself, which is worthless. Because when you get to know a person better, you see a more complete picture. You’re not going to keep seeing just their ideal. When one first meets me, they may think me fairly well together. As they get to know me, they will learn (usually quickly) that this is far from the case.
So forgive me if I don’t really try to impress anyone here. I will present myself as I see me, both good and bad, and damn the consequences. Because the Ideal Me is not the Real Me, no matter how hard I try. I’m always going to run horrifically late, no matter how early I get up; I’m always going to swear like it’s going out of style (fair warning); and I’m always going to think Brian was the best Backstreet Boy. There’s no changing me. Because I have gone through a lot to get to who I am today, and I’m not about to go changing it due to social conventions.
I’m Anna. Please to meet you.