Day 8 —Tell your life story from someone else’s point of view.
The early years were pretty typical. She cried her lungs out like any other baby. She ate and pooped and slept and then she ate and pooped some more.
One time I can’t forget is when her sister was misbehaving and her mother decided to say “If you’re a bad girl, I’ll love your baby sister more.” The older sister bit her toe in retaliation. Needless to say, more tears were shed.
She continued to cry right up to elementary school. She cried the first day of Chinese school when her mother dropped her off. She started bawling when her sister headed to her own class. It was so bad that the teacher tried to calm her down with a stuffed animal and when that didn’t help, the teacher had another student go find her sister.
However, she didn’t cry that time she tripped on the way to school and scraped up her face. Nor were there tears that time she got elbowed in a face by a man playing volleyball at her block party. Well, at least not until she felt the blood gushing from her nostrils.
Fast forwards a couple years and she’s not crying so much anymore. Second grade, she decides that she hates all substitute teachers and doesn’t have to listen to them because they aren’t her “real teachers.” Unfortunately, her “real teacher” was on maternity leave and she almost failed the grade. Probably.
One year, she doesn’t even have friends just because little kids are mean and stupid. “Don’t be her friends,” one says. And lo and behold, she has no friends for a year. It was just plain pitiful.
She meets her first best friend in fourth grade and her second one in sixth grade. Around the same time, she begins to make internet friends because you know, that’s the safest way to make friends of course. In eighth grade, she meets another girl and by this time, she’s given up on the term “best friend” and has decided on “closest friends” instead. She also decides that it’s stupid to just be quiet and get shoved around and so, she grows a backbone. Good for her!
In high school, she experiences her first crush, a guy with a headband. What she was thinking, I have no clue. She and the second best friend stalk him through the school and take pictures through the windows on the classroom door.
She also experiences a guy confessing to her. Unfortunately, he is a complete psychopath. Even more unfortunate, all the future confessions will be from sociopaths. Also, the two boyfriends that she does have in high school really don’t last. She’s just much too fickle to hold a relationship, though she did find close friend number four in one of them.
She spends the rest of high school filled with mostly self made drama and summer internships, and not to mention, she has her first girl crush. Fun times that most teens experience. In freshman year, she finds close friend number five and close friend number six in her senior year. Also, one of her internet friends visits for her prom. Again, safest way to make friends.
College classes zoom by and she’s shoved from one group project to the next. Maybe I haven’t mentioned it until now, but this girl is a complete social retard. Group projects with her, to say the least, are interesting. She takes commands because no one else does. She needs the work done. Seriously, she’s so unbelievably pushy and OCD at times.
In her second year of college, her second close friend decides not to be friends with her anymore. She reverts back to her five year old self and bawls for several days. She’s emo as fuck and most people probably couldn’t stand her but were almost forced to be nice to her.
But since then, she has re-evaluated her thoughts and actions and resolved to be a more optimistic person. Too bad that resulted in a “Why are you acting so fake?” Major ouch. It was a minor set back, but she learns exactly how caring and dependable her friends really are.
Currently, she is happier. She and close friend two have made up since and she has at least a vague idea of her direction in life. Hopefully, she stays content with life because it’s really annoying when she cries about anything and everything.
What else is in store for her? She will hopefully graduate from college in a year. Aside from that, I have no idea. Let’s just hope for the best.
