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Just for that I'm gonna leave it there! ...ah shit. 😝
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I have two besties that I love and they're both just as weird as me which is great but one of them is weirder than the other so she just sorta does her own thing and the other is super smart and cool like me on the outside and then when we're together we both just go wild but anyways I got my phone and started recording a vid of my suuuuper weird friend and was like do something weird and she just sorta went limp and fell in the floor and then I did the same for my smart but hilarious friend and she stood up straight, looked me straight in the eye, and said "sometimes i wonder if humans can walk on the 'water planets' bc they say they're made of water so technically if humans CAN walk on them doesn't that make us like magic of smth" and I was like uhhhhh
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Clown
I cannot be entertaining enough to fix this.
I cannot pretend the rawness on my face is a clown's mask.
Exaggerations have left me empty-handed.
I grasp my own hands, my own flesh.
My jokes are no longer funny.
They aren't big enough to distract.
I want my humour back.
I want it with rage and I want it with hidden fear.
I don't want you to see this.
I'm sorry you have to protect yourself from me.
Deep breaths before opening my messages, hoping that you won't find something final in my jumbling words.
I'll keep trying to be your court jester.
I'm not so good at it anymore.
No one wants to look in my eye.
I used to be easy, barely human, fun.
Now everyone sees how bloody my insides are.
Everytime I trip, a bit of my insides spill out, and the crowd I have amassed cringes.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to be found out like this.
I meant to be something better.
Forgive my humanity, how ugly it is now.
I'm sorry for being a pill hard to swallow,
And hands always reaching out.
I'm not your duty, but you're there every time,
Watching my madness with your sad eagle eyes,
Never looking straight into mine.
-- Mischa N.
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Friends and I have a story about Dinosaur Riders Vs Aliens. Each of our rider character's dino is named after a character from an ancient story. My characters partner is a Raptor and has been for years. But then one day bestie just asks out of the blue:
I personally find this hilarious. Now if the dinosaur really did spit venom and hoots like an owl is irrelevant. My bestfriend saw "VENOMOUS HOOTING OWL DINO!" And thought of me.
And guys....
She commits... now at first it was a simple copy and paste... but as you can see; shes getting a bit creative.
And starting to disolve into madness.... more to come
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One of the most memorable interactions was Saturday. Into our booth strolls a small family, tempted by free samples of freshly brewed tea. We chatter and give them the spiel, that the tea is character merch and we’re a cozy health-based app called Forage Friends.
The young girl zeroes in on our pride pins.
“They have my pin!” She says excitedly. “They have my flag!”
The dad blinks. He is surprised, but also calm and positive when he sees it’s the lesbian flag. “Oh. That’s… different from what you told me.”
“That was months ago, dad.” And she rolls her eyes. Definitely a teenager.
I turn to him and say, “Yeah, dad.” And we share a little laugh about it.
He says, “No, it’s great. That’s amazing, honey. It was just news to me.”
“Well, I guess I just decided to stop lying to myself. About liking guys. Like right now.”
A little lesbian just came out to her dad and he was super cool about it.
I’m standing there in my tie-dye mask and my cheery blue apron pouring tea and making small talk and I’m trying really hard not to cry or compare it to my experience, the fire & brimstone, the disgust, the conditional acceptance as long as I never bring it up.
So as this beautiful bonding is going on, the girl’s even younger brother turns his gaze around. He’s in a snorlax hoodie and bored and wants to go look at the swords across the hall. But on the other side of our booth….
“WHY DO PEOPLE DRAW THAT?” He asks loudly, and we all turn to our neighboring booth.
Our neighbors were extremely lovely people. Every time we had a break we would talk, and we became good friends over the weekend. They kept apologizing that their booth was next to ours and we kept repeating that it was totally fine. Their booth was great. I even bought their merchandise.
The thing that was so contentious, that they felt the need to apologize for, was that they were selling explicit titty hentai stickers of popular characters. They were censored with little yellow R18 labels but the content was very clear.
So back to the family: I freeze and immediately go somewhere else to let dad handle this question. With adult customers I’ve been loud and positive about our neighbors. (“Man, how has it been boothing next to them?” It’s been great! They bring a lot of foot traffic and they’re kind and wonderful professional neighbors. If anything it’s a fun juxtaposition. We believe in artistic freedom. I bought a sticker too!)
But this is a kid, it’s not my place to explain anything…. But I was extremely curious about what this chill dad would say.
“Well,” dad says with a long measured silence between each word. “Sometimes people are horny.”
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