So I decided to go with all my ideas for the blog. I will post excerpts from the story I am writing for feedback, and I will transpose my moleskine ramblings. Here's the first one I picked out, written in the bathroom at a party:
I hate that nervousness translates into your outward appearance. The minutia of a person's stance of movement can instantly tell everyone around what is going on inside their head. It's unconscious and nearly impossible to control. It hardly seems fair! Being nervous is unpleasant enough without it being so obvious to others. What if other emotions were readable like that? You look at the way someone carries themselves and think, "Hmm... they look anticipatory..."
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