S: Invisible Fish, Awkwardness and Miscellaneous: the tale of my life and it's weirdness
BC: The End
FC: By Anonymous | Invisible Fish, Awkwardness and Miscellaneous: the tale of my life and all of its weirdness
1: Dear Reader
2: I would like to make it official that I am a nerd My family is insane My friends are the same as me And everyone else is just dull
4: See that may sound bizarre but let me explain... | In a world of reality TV, and iTunes, and YouTube, and Twilight, no one can fall into the category of being normal. We are all so bonkers that there is no clear definition of normal. You and I all have that weird relative (she woke my uncle up in the middle of the night with a knife over his head), or guilty pleasure (pumpkin muffins), or bad habit (taking the backs off remotes) that makes us who we are. Yet the media projects this idea that the perfect family has two kids with straight A’s and perfect athletic abilities, and the dad has an average, middle class job while the mom stays home and takes care of the house. And I am sorry, but I can’t buy into that.
7: Any family that meets that criterion is weird because in comparison to our Dance Moms, Fast Food, Skinny Jeans world, filled with randomness that is just not normal. We all just want to be normal, to fit in, to be a part of the cool crowd. But in reality, life sucks. No matter what group you fit into. Like the rich and popular don’t have their own problems? We all have our own issues. Rich, and poor, smart and challenged, popular and not so popular.
9: So let me tell you, forget about being normal and just be yourself, because I promise you, everyone else is driving themselves crazy trying to figure out who they should be too, but what they really should do is just accept themselves for who they are, and be happy. Is that off topic? I lost my train of thought I do that often. Well anyway, welcome to my universe of Doctor Who, Knitting and dancing like no one is watching. I am sure you will fit in just fine.
10: So, this being my memoir, let’s start from the beginning. I am not an average child. When I was little, I hated preschool, and my parents talked to me like I was an adult. A 30 year old in a 2 year olds body. See, that’s where I think they screwed up. I had a pacifier forever leading to the most crooked teeth you could possible imagine, braces at 8 and yes, I wore them for 4 years.
13: I had the biggest brown eyes, the curliest brown hair, and had a family like none other. A Mom from NYC, Brooklyn to be exact and a Dad who was from right here, good old Richmond VA. The best of both worlds in every sense, north and south colliding.
14: When I started Kindergarten, I cried every day and had no friends. None. In second grade, I got sent to the principals office for never mind. In fourth grade I thought I was perfect (literally, we were tested on our abilities to evaluate our skills and I gave myself 100 out of 100) friends still give me a hard time about that four years later. And then I applied to Moody.
16: Now being the little girl who at recess would ask every five minutes when we were going back to class, I could tell I wasn’t normal.
17: In third grade, my best friends were all boys. One an online gamer (don’t judge), a boy who had a speech impediment, and an Indian boy who liked to talk about women’s shoes and musicals.
18: Somehow I survived, and yup at Moody, I grew. I am by no means perfect. I have friends (or at least I hope) and feel a part of a family of kids who would rather be learning than going to recess too (oh be honest people).
21: This is where I am in my life. So though my journey has been weird so far, it can only get better. Right?