So, I recently moved into an apartment building with an elevator for the very first time. To clarify, I've lived in apartment buildings before; they've just never had elevators. Anyways, I'm living in my brand new apartment building, and one of the things that I find most difficult is standing in the elevator with other people. I never know what to do. I'm not entirely sure, but I believe that my discomfort at standing in elevators is some sort of cliché. As I was saying, I never know what to do. It's not as if we are in a large, anonymous office building, where everyone is pretending to be too busy or too arrogant to speak to anyone else on the elevator. We're at home! The place where we all ought to feel most relaxed and happy. But, in our homes, there's this tiny little box, in which a person can get trapped with total strangers. What should I do when I'm stuck in there with other people? Some people are very friendly and they say hello. Others don't say anything at all, and stare blankly at the blinking numbers, or the ceiling, or the floor. Yet others will be super, super friendly and chat with you the entire way up or down. The first week I was here, I would awkwardly walk away from the elevator, if it opened and there were people in it-- even though it was obvious that I was the one I called it. I would pretend I'd forgotten something in my apartment, or needed to check the mail. I know: I am the queen of maturity and social etiquette (that's sarcasm for those of you who are unfamiliar with my narrative voice). If other people got in with me, I would scoot to the far corner, in order to give them as much space as possible, but I now realize, it probably seemed like I was trying to get away from the dirty, other people fodder. That certainly isn't how I feel, nor the the impression I wanted to give my neighbors. Right now, I've progressed and am just one of the people who don't say much and stare at my shoes when there are other people in the elevator. However, I have to admit that I feel like an underachiever for not chatting with the other people in the elevator, like some of my neighbors do. I really wish I had enough thoughts floating around in my head, that I could strike up a conversation at a moments notice; however, for me, conversations are quite a chore. I usually need to think of a topic (and let a practiced person tell you, "how's the weather?" is one of the worst conversation starters in the history of mankind...or at least civilization), and assess how viable that topic will be, and make sure I have my position on the topic well-thought-out. I'm probably significantly exaggerating the amount of effort I put into conversations with strangers, but it certainly feels like that much effort. I am excited for medical school to begin when I really will be much to preoccupied to care about my behavior in the elevator. For now, I will just have to tread lightly, and be sure to only use the elevator when traffic is light.

Yeah, so I've been adamantly resisting using the "Design!" tool on the other blog, because I really like the green look that I achieved with that one, and I'm too lazy to sit around and manually adjust everything so that the new design will look like the old one. So that blog will just have to be old and classy. BUT! Since this blog is basically empty, I figure there's no harm in playing around and giving it a new look!

Ok...so this blog hasn't really been under construction at all. I've been busy with the other blog, and I haven't really gotten to working on this one at all. For now, I'm thinking of devoting this to short stories. Oh...I'm sorry, I've gotten your hopes up. I'm not a good writer, and I haven't written a short story since my high school creative writing course. So, please, bear with me, as I get my thinking cap back on, and slowly redevelop my creative writing skillz...