A Story Starter
There are sometimes in life that I wish people would ask me the important questions.
I honestly don't care about how my own days are, because nothing truly significant seemed to happen to me ever.
You know what I'd love?
Someone to grace me with their spirit, simply by entering the room smiling.
For me to glance up, and reply with that same smile.
There would be no distressed sighs of frustration, or a hint of distaste in a person's voice.
Almost like interested children, they would question my character, not my actions or quietness.
I glance around the room some days, and it doesn't matter which room I am talking about. It could be absolutely anywhere. And I ask myself "Why is it that in this place, I am supposedly the shy one? Why is it that I cannot express myself the way I wish I could, but instead follow the pattern of everyone else around me?"
I am currently in one of these moods of questioning, daydreaming, and oblivious to everything around me. My teacher waves his hand obnoxiously to my face, and I look up, to smile stupidly and answer whatever problem the class was working on from our sheet.
Please keep in mind that I am embarrassed, and as much as I'd like you to believe that I am a confident and assured person, I've nearly second guessed every choice I make enough to the point that I don't trust any of my actions to be truly correct.
My teacher chooses to use both of his pointer fingers, to direct them toward his eyes, and then without hesitation points them to my own.
I smile yet again, and get back to my work. No one else in my class seems to care about this confrontation. They are busy being terrified of the wasp that had decided to stop by and comfortably sit by the light.
I honestly don't care about how my own days are, because nothing truly significant seemed to happen to me ever.
You know what I'd love?
Someone to grace me with their spirit, simply by entering the room smiling.
For me to glance up, and reply with that same smile.
There would be no distressed sighs of frustration, or a hint of distaste in a person's voice.
Almost like interested children, they would question my character, not my actions or quietness.
I glance around the room some days, and it doesn't matter which room I am talking about. It could be absolutely anywhere. And I ask myself "Why is it that in this place, I am supposedly the shy one? Why is it that I cannot express myself the way I wish I could, but instead follow the pattern of everyone else around me?"
I am currently in one of these moods of questioning, daydreaming, and oblivious to everything around me. My teacher waves his hand obnoxiously to my face, and I look up, to smile stupidly and answer whatever problem the class was working on from our sheet.
Please keep in mind that I am embarrassed, and as much as I'd like you to believe that I am a confident and assured person, I've nearly second guessed every choice I make enough to the point that I don't trust any of my actions to be truly correct.
My teacher chooses to use both of his pointer fingers, to direct them toward his eyes, and then without hesitation points them to my own.
I smile yet again, and get back to my work. No one else in my class seems to care about this confrontation. They are busy being terrified of the wasp that had decided to stop by and comfortably sit by the light.