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I had a dream a few days ago, and decided to post it because... well, because.

It started out with me watching a commercial for a pair of shoes- slightly strange, wedge-heeled, definitely feminine black leather shoes. The ad claimed that 99% of the people who won the pulitzer prize were wearing those shoes at the time. Then I went to go visit Paula (the head Panerophile) and her family for something to do with the pulitzer prize. Let me clarify- I have never had any ambitions towards winning a pulitzer. I'd much rather win a nobel prize. I have no idea where all this is coming from. So after I finished admiring Paula's phantom bands, and acting oddly because I knew who she was and she had no idea who I was- other than a sudden, underage pulitzer prize-contender- I went outside her house. Some salesman came over and gave me a band- different kind, the cheap shiny plastic ones with ugly black snaps- and it was the same weird beige color as the m&m I ate last night. They were supposed to enhance your strength and last for years. After about five of them broke in an hour, I confronted the annoying salesguy and told him, but he kept insisting that I'd outgrown them. Then I woke up.

*bows*

I finally got to the root of the issue that's been bugging me for awhile. I think I have a solution; I wouldn't be back if I thought this was going to resurface. Let's hope I'm right.

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*sighs*

It doesn't just go away, does it? Not just because you know what it is.

"Okay," I said to myself, "the first step is to friend all the people who you find interesting. That's simple. It's a great way to get to know them better."

"erwellaboutthat" I muttered.

"What now? What could possibly be the problem? I've formed a hypothesis, tested and proved it beyond reasonable doubt, thought of a solution and decided to implement it. There's nothing more to it."

"Well, I'm nervous. I mean, I don't really know these people too well..."

"Well, I'd like to, wouldn't I?

"Yes, but what if they wouldn't? I'm not the most interesting person in the world..."

"I've already been over this! If I can't be interesting, I can be interested, and that's nearly as good. I can't always wait for other people to make the first move."

"But I'm so nervous... I can't do it. I can't!"

"But- but- but then I haven't really solved anything! I'm back almost to square one!"

"I just can't. I'm sorry. I don't have the courage."

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Two steps forward, one step back. At least that leaves me with one step, which is one more than I had before. Such is life.