I'm an introvert but I really like talking about myself and I wanted to start a project. Thus, this blog. I want to write about how I got to the strange place I've found myself (with the strange human I've claimed as a life mate) and maybe through my writing I'll figure out where I want to be.
I had a pretty typical childhood in a suburb in Colorado. Went to school, played sports, listened to Mom and Dad, and had everything I needed. I was never very feminine so I struggled to stay on the same page as my female friends. It got to the point that I was practically afraid of boys even though all I wanted to do was play football and spit.
So there's my preteen self, all self-repressed and painfully shy. Through some wondrous coincidence I ended up in a casual friendship with hardcore anime fans. These people scared me because they were so open but I was dying to get a bit of their abrasiveness to rub off on me. Before I could stop being so agoraphobic, I started high school with a herd of preppy teenagers. Now don't get me wrong, they were (mostly) genuinely nice people. They just have a set of morals/priorities that I don't vibe with. Just like my elementary self, I tried to blend in and quickly realized that I wanted something else. I chose instead to break into a very different crowd; theater kids.
If you've ever spent any amount of time with these mutants, you know that they're all insane. They form little cliques just like everyone else but they're ultimately the most understanding and accepting people you'll ever meet. My time with them was short but fulfilling and other than a bass-playing English teacher, they're the only real friends I have. Now don't run away just yet; this isn't a pity party. It's a priority party. As every sitcom ever has told us time after time, it's more important to be happy than hang out with the cool kids. They go get wasted every weekend anyways. It's gross.
This is a pretty long post already so I'll stop for now and save my short college experience for next time. Hint: It goes very poorly.
-Kat/Ixi
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