So it's been a while.
Yeah.
*rocks back and forth sheepishly*
You see, I could stand(sit) here and make jokes about how I was busy, or I could just say that I was too lazy. Which is true. >.>
I have another blog on Wordpress that's dedicated to book reviews. You can find it here.
So yes, that's that.
The last time I wrote a post on this blog, it was about I was a mermaid, and how people around me were reacting to it. I wrote that it was difficult for me at times to try to keep a straight face and be serious, with everyone around me laughing as I raised my hand and said, "I'm a mermaid." They just didn't seem to get it. They would say something along the lines of "Oh, you're a mermaid? I must be a werewolf!"
First: don't insult me. I'm not a werewolf fan, but I'm not knockin' anyone who does, 'kay? But don't compare us to werewolves.
Second, sometimes I can't tell if they're mocking me or being serious. O.o
My closest friends as school were the best at accepting that, though. I could say it to their faces and they wouldn't laugh. They didn't really agree with me entirely, but they didn't say anything negative about it. And that was pretty much the awesomest thing that they could have done–nothing. By not saying anything, it gave me more confidence to continue claiming this as public knowledge. :) Eventually, though, they accepted it whole-heartedly. I remember the turning point, it was fantastic.
It was raining that day, and there were puddles all over the place. I was standing under a ledge where the rain couldn't get to us with my closest friends, and we were talking when some kid ran by, splashing dirty, muddy rain water all over me. I stumbled backwards and started 'ew'-ing all over the place.(come on, I mean, who wouldn't?)
The first thing that my friend said(once they'd stopped laughing) was, "Y'know, for a mermaid, you sure are squeamish about some rainwater."
That made me more happy than she could possibly ever know. It meant that I had finally been seen a mermaid in their eyes. It meant that when they thought 'mermaid', their first thought was 'Maddie'. And that was the most gratifying feeling ever. Keep in mind that this is a couple months after I announced that I was a mermaid.
Now, my next worry was my old friends. My old friends back in California. I've known them all my life, and they're some of my dearest friends and most hated enemies(my school was weird). They could be my best friends or my worst enemies. They could be kind or they could be hateful. And that doesn't mean that this applies to all of them.
I wasn't sure what their reactions would be when I would go home and announce that I was a mermaid. I didn't want to be doing that again. I thought they'd judge me more than the friends here.
This, above, is what my original post said.
I deleted it.
I deleted it because it's not true anymore. I found that my friends didn't judge me, and that they've changed a lot, for the good or for the bad, I don't know–yet. But I do know that I can be as open as I fricking want to, because I'm a mermaid, and I'm not afraid to say it anymore.
This is more recent:
I met this girl at camp. Let's call her Ella. She was one of the greatest people I've ever met, and I hope that I'll see her again sometime. The camp was in France, building tree houses in the forest for three weeks. She was one of the only English speakers there, aside from me, my brother, two friends, and two brothers from Saudi Arabia. She lives across the globe.
Even though I only spent three weeks with her, I can't say I've ever had a better friend within that time. Within the first week, I think I could say that she was my best friend, and not just at camp. I've never connected with anyone like that–ever. She listened and she understood, and I've never been as open as I was with her as I've been with anyone else. I'm not a talking-feeling kind of person to begin with–that's why I'm a writer, I can say everything I feel, without actually saying it. But she was so awesome and she didn't cal me crazy, even though she'd only known me for a week.
I have another best friend back in Cali, and I love her to bits, I do. But we're different in many ways, and we both have very different views on, well, everything. But Ella and I were like puzzle pieces, the exact ones. She's just amazing, and I miss her everyday. We send emails occasionally, but she has a life(unlike me :P) so she doesn't really respond most of the time. And emails don't really do social interaction any justice.
Anyway, back to the point.
Ella was the first person to ever accept me as a mermaid so fast. She was just...ugh! I love her to death. When I said, "Did you know that I'm a mermaid?" her response was, "That's cool."
I took my toothbrush out of my mouth, rinsed it, and hugged her tight as I could. I just love her asdfghjkl ♥
And I can't forget another friend that's been wonderful to me the whole way through. Let's call her Annie. She is also a mermaid, and a very open one, at that. Even more so than me, and I admire her so much for it, though I know that if I tried to push myself, I wouldn't be so socially incompetent. :P
But anyway, I've never met Annie in person. I met her online, but I trust her completely. She first helped me realize who I was. I've always had a thing for water, and now, à grace d'Annie, I know what it is. :)
So that just about wraps up today's more-emotional-than-usual post, and hopefully I'll be doing this more often. 'Cause, you know, the last post was in June.
Heh.
