So I’m reading this book “Thief’s Magic” by Trudi Canavan. And so far I’m really enjoying it. There was a moment around page 75 when we went from mystery, theft, conspiracy, chase, and magical fights to some girl describing walking down a street that made me put down the book for 3 days because I found it hard to get past each paragraph, but that soon changed.
Now she’s finding herself, much to her own disgust, falling for a charming boy’s smile. A fact that I can’t help but smile at, I love how ridiculous those situations are they tickle me so.
But this joy at the fun story telling soon lead me to relatively unrelated childhood memories.
My parents always thought i was going to be hard to handle once I got to a dating age. I made out with my best friend in kindergarten, though I don’t remember her name now. In fact most of my friends growing up were girls. One loved to come down stairs (12 story apartment buildings) and get me to play house with her. I learned how to handle an easy-bake oven well. Don’t ask me how but I always ended up the wife when we played these games.
I was, however, also very shy. Which meant that I tended to follow my friends around absent-mindedly, especially in large groups, just so that I stayed close to people I knew. So to the un-informed I always seemed to be following the girls around.
This is cute when you first turn 12 or 13, gets creepier by 15.
As you can tell that’s quite unrelated, so to what do I relate this story to those memories? A blonde haired boy named Justin who was very infuriating to be around because he loved to smile at me. I did such a good job of hiding myself and making people think i was a creeper after girls, and this guy almost unmade me.
So, I know how you feel random fiction character. I know how you feel.