...and yet I still continue to begin my sentences in medias res. On the other hand, however, you must acknowledge that starting sentences in this manner mimics how we all must approach everything in the world--trails, peaks, meadows, lakes, animals, food, other people, ourselves, socio-economic issues, politics--we are all inheriting a legacy, positive or negative, left behind by those natural/cultural/social/individual forces of the past. The funny thing is, as I write this, I realize how ridiculous I sound, trying to discuss that which everyone already innately knows, but talks about in different ways. They perhaps wax more eloquently than I can, or choose to speak like a normal, socially acceptable person might. So, yeah. By now you probably know enough about me to decide whether or not you'd like to run into me on some trail in some remote corner of the United States. Whether you do or don't, you probably won't recognize me anyway, and I probably won't try to begin a conversation because I'm painfully reclusive and socially awkward. If you try to talk to me though, I won't panic and cry and hide in a hole. The initiative of others gives me the courage to socialize. Which is sad, that it takes someone else to open my mouth.
Oh yeah, I also climb mountains. I'm not sure why. I've thought about it extensively, and it doesn't make much sense in the grand scheme of things. But then again, not much does if you think hard enough about it.