I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Something new and amazing happened to me the other day. Something I never pictured myself really being a part of. Bizarre as it was for me, even though it’s just a natural thing, really. I don’t feel so odd right now. Actually, I’m quite fascinated by the whole thing and I want to tell the whole world that I did it, but that’s not quite proper, is it? A smile hidden on the inside only to be shared later, I’m sure.

Sadly, I have no idea what I’m talking about here.