Case of the Nutty Blond

I will not fall to self-pity. Self pity is only selfishness, cleverly disguised only to the person feeling it. I am not pitiful. The fact that I eat lunch alone every day on campus does not make me a sorry excuse for human being. You may say it might, but the fact remains that I am still me. So what am I going to do with that hour? Well, today I am posting on my blog. I am reaching out. I am not alone; I know I am not. I have a God who not only loves me, but loves me enough to strengthen me so that I can help others. I also have a dear friend in Idaho who also often eats lunch by herself. I'm not alone; my experience just isn't a popular story to retell, though I am willing to bet that it happens often. (Though one would just think that they would not have this problem their sophmore year at the same school when they did indeed have friends their freshman year!) But I will not give in to despair. I am given an opportunity. I can reach out to people, and I am going to start here with this blog. You, Reader, are reading this, and knowing that makes this world less large, my life less insignificant, and this campus less lonely. Until my schedule gets busy with dance and hockey, I hope to be posting regularly, go home to eat with my family, maybe spend more time in the library here at WWCC (which I love; it is a beautiful, cozy little library!) perhaps I'll even do homework. So who cares that I eat lunch alone? I don't. This too shall come to pass.