Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Day 16-- A Letter to a Stranger

Hello,




This is awkward. I don't know anything about you, and you don't know anything about me. Which is good. And bad. I can be anything that I'd like to be in this letter. I can be a sweet innocent girl to a sly cunning prostitute who would steal and murder their 'customers'. And the best thing is, you'd never know the truth. But I think that pretending to be someone that I'm not is mentally exhausting and it hurts my brain. So I think I'll stick to the truth.

I'm actually not very good at the people that I hardly know. I think that I'm not easily open myself up to new people. Maybe this is genetic. Maybe I was born that way. Honestly, my mom told me that I even got scared and cried just because my mom put me in new clothes.

Anyway, I am Indira. No, I'm not Indian, since a lot of Indian people asked me that before they looked into my photos. But yes, my parents seems to get the inspiration from Mrs.Ghandi, which symbolizes a  successful woman (my mom's word). And If you looked into my photos,  might look Japanese, but I'm not Japanese either. But yes, my country fell into the Japan's hand in 1942. My Mom and Dad are locals. And I have no Chinese blood whatsoever. Well, maybe since my Dad was a mixed blood between two locals from a different area. One of them are from a place where people there at least have Chinese ancestors. That's why I got this look. Which was good, when I was little. I was so cute, you know. Round cheeks, small nose with a resemblance of freckles, round, but relatively small blackish brown eyes, long lashes, fair complexion in contrast of my jet-black hair. But now? I don't know since no one have ever call me beautiful except my own family, and it doesn't count.

I know literally nothing about you. What you like, What do you do in your spare time, Whether you're old or not, If you're single or in a relationship, or whether you like books or movies, and what kind of music that you listen. So, I might want to explain myself that can fit in any people, like the state that I'm in, or the thoughts that came into my head before I fell asleep.

Unlike any teenage high school movies, I don't hate people. Yes, maybe I can't befriended some kind of people but I understand that we don't have anything in common. Maybe they do something that I don't like but it's their life. Their choice. They did it in a full consciousness. Maybe there was some story behind their actions, so I think it's not very healthy to judge in people in any circumstances. And unlike any high school movies, I didn't have any crush(es) at anyone ever, I didn't go to a crazy party and get drunk, and I didn't have my first kiss stolen by anyone. I'm no bully and I'm not a person who you considered to be 'invincible'. But I'm not everyone's friend either, which is probably my fault. But I have friends, alright and thankfully my high school life didn't suck like those movies.

Me, like any other teenager, like to listen to music, which my friend said to be too 'prehistorical', watch movies-not chicklits, although it's like a girls' curse to like sappy romance, and may I remind you, I am a girl, and read books. My love and social life mainly consists of three of them, which explains why I'd never fall from actual people. Only a characters of books I've only known by their actions and thoughts the writer beautifully describe, which caused me questioning my normality. But this last 10 days I'm proved to be normal, thank you.

I don't know what is your main interests in the process of knowing people. And I know that I sound like a mere teenager, which is mainly true. I am in a matter of fact is a teenager who still in the process of searching her true self. So why don't you tell me a little of yourself?



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