WHO are you?

So I’m utterly confused. You have me baffled. At first I was sure it was Brian. And then we were convinced it was Tim. We soon scratched that and decided upon Gretchen, which turned into Sloan. Now I’m clueless.

So we know you’re versed in Christianity, though you say you aren’t always the best model. We know you don’t speak German (much to our pleasure? chagrin?), but rather French. You write poetry. You know me, Ron, Meg, Aims, Emma, and Kim. You can sometimes sound condescending, but are clearly not trying to seem hostile. You don’t hate Meg, but like yard gnomes? You, my dear friend, are a mystery.

We assumed you were in French class… but perhaps you only used to be? We assumed you were a guy… then thought you were a girl… now you could clearly be either, while your notes to Kim sound female-ish and your notes to Meg and Ron male-ish. I suppose the most aggrivating thing is knowing that you know exactly who we are, most likely see us everyday, and we cannot for the lives of us figure out who you are. Gretchen? Ashish? Leigh? Garett? Scott? You have us completely twisted confused and stumbling. (Somehow this seems not so fair… this is wear I break into German…)

And so you tell Ron that we will soon know. Or did you mean only he would soon know? Ahh, and now I simply mutter under my breath and dream of sleep.

G’night dreamerworld.