Just a girl with too many voices in her head trying to tell her what to write. Hopefully you like some of it as much as I like writing it!
Why You Buggin'?
Boy are you in for a treat, readers. This one's a doozy, so strap in and enjoy the ride. Allow me to set the stage: It's summer. I don't remember the year, honestly. Some days it feels like it was a lifetime ago while others I feel like it just happened last week. That really doesn't matter now, I suppose. It has no bearing on the story, just my own thoughts and feelings about getting older.
The Night Court
When I first saw this challenge announced and opened yesterday, a veritable whirlwind of emotions went through me in what felt like a millisecond. Excitement, eagerness, passion, borderline mania, you name it.
A Little Help From Friends
Of all the things I am sad about in life, I think the one that sticks out the most is that my mom never worked at home during the time that would become known as "The Time of Great Annoyance with Humans Always in Our Space".
Most people, at least until recently I think, would look at me and ask "Who?" whenever I mentioned my favorite band. Even with their first Number 1 song on the Alternative Rock charts, a feat I feel was way too long of a time coming, I still receive this perplexed look when I talk about them to someone new.
Mermaid at Heart
Who am I? Such a simple question, deceptively so maybe, but still. It's not a hard question. It's not the mathematical equations and formulas that gave me such grief in school.
The Chicken Thief
I could not remember the last time I tasted food. Had I ever been fed? Did these foolish humans ever think about my needs? Hardly. Despite my constant reminders, loud ones mind you, they always assured me 'You've already been fed! Stop trying to lie. You can't fool us!'
Staring out the window, watching raindrops patter before sliding down in one long trail of silver, I felt my mind drift. It was as if the clear pane of glass was a portal to another world. A looking glass for Alice to tumble through.
OCD or OC...Me
I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Or as it's more commonly known: OCD. I was not diagnosed, officially, until I was in my mid-twenties. However, it wasn't until just a week ago that I truly understood what it meant, besides the glaringly obvious fact that I will pull my hair straight out of my head if not medicated properly. (Trichotillomania is the official term. It's a subset of OCD)