05-18-2015, 12:00 AM
Thanks to the efforts of my team, I am now able to make the following scroll available, which contains 2 Ooomtiyahs.
#1 Find me, breathe with me. I am 12 years old. I'm reasonably athletic compared to my peers, but I am unpopular. I'm used to that. I'm in Junior High school. I don't like it. I hate sitting in classes. My next class is gym. Even though I don't like my classmates, sometimes I enjoy what we do in gym. I don't know what we will be doing today. After changing clothes, I had no one I wanted to talk to so I'm the first one to enter the gym. The air is slightly humid in here. The room is spacious. The sounds echo off the distant walls. What is it like, for me, this feeling of just entering the gym?
#2 Find me, breathe with me. I am 18 years old. A girl I've met recently, Amynita, has just left my apartment. She's been staying here the past 2 weeks even though as it turns out, she's only 17. We met her only recently, during that week long stint we worked at the carnival. We in this case is my roommate and myself. She sort of ran off with us, though we didn't really realize she was running away from home so to speak at the time. Amynita is not typical for the girls of my people. She has an ability to enjoy herself and truly live that I have never seen matched in another person. It is nearly impossible not to have fun when she is around, because she loves to find ways to make others enjoy themselves and then keeps pushing those buttons. I've seen her do this to everyone she spends any time with. She also makes her own decisions with no regard for the social mores of our culture. Already with an infant baby boy when we met, she chose to sleep with my roommate... then me the next day. I tried to hold out, to be an honorable sort, not sleep with my roomies girl and all that. To her that was nothing but a challenge, which she enjoyed as much as she enjoyed anything else. With her curly blonde hair and sly smile I had no chance, though I gave it a good fight for about an hour. In spite of what many might feel about her behavior she projected love onto everyone. She took good care of her baby even while finding a way to play with us and everyone else all day long. She made everything seem easy, and when she encountered setbacks they didn't matter to her in the least.
But like I said, she just left. Her parents arrived, with her little brother. They were quite concerned and worried about her, and gave her a "good talking to". I could tell they had been frustrated to no end by her, probably for a long time. But the lecture was nothing to her. Her happiness never waned. She did not get guilty, or sad, or feel like she'd broken some obligation or anything. Everything was ok. The baby was fine, she was fine, so she simply wasn't swayed even a little by her parent's concerns. In fact the whole time they lectured her she just smiled and projected love at them. And when they were done she, with no regrets or disappointments simply accepted that it was time to go back to her parent's house. With the usual smile on her face, baby in her arms and supplies on her back, she left with them. I watch, amazed at this. Amazed at the courage she must have to live like that. Acting purely as she wished, with no regard for anyone else's conventions and with constant joy, even if things were going to go against what she was trying to do. And during the whole time she, at 17, was taking care of a baby and in a way taking care of everyone around her. She made it look easy. She has become a hero to me. I wish I had the courage, and whatever else it takes, to live like her. Regardless of what you might think of any of the aspects of this situation, can you go to where I was that day, and feel what I felt about her?
#1 Find me, breathe with me. I am 12 years old. I'm reasonably athletic compared to my peers, but I am unpopular. I'm used to that. I'm in Junior High school. I don't like it. I hate sitting in classes. My next class is gym. Even though I don't like my classmates, sometimes I enjoy what we do in gym. I don't know what we will be doing today. After changing clothes, I had no one I wanted to talk to so I'm the first one to enter the gym. The air is slightly humid in here. The room is spacious. The sounds echo off the distant walls. What is it like, for me, this feeling of just entering the gym?
#2 Find me, breathe with me. I am 18 years old. A girl I've met recently, Amynita, has just left my apartment. She's been staying here the past 2 weeks even though as it turns out, she's only 17. We met her only recently, during that week long stint we worked at the carnival. We in this case is my roommate and myself. She sort of ran off with us, though we didn't really realize she was running away from home so to speak at the time. Amynita is not typical for the girls of my people. She has an ability to enjoy herself and truly live that I have never seen matched in another person. It is nearly impossible not to have fun when she is around, because she loves to find ways to make others enjoy themselves and then keeps pushing those buttons. I've seen her do this to everyone she spends any time with. She also makes her own decisions with no regard for the social mores of our culture. Already with an infant baby boy when we met, she chose to sleep with my roommate... then me the next day. I tried to hold out, to be an honorable sort, not sleep with my roomies girl and all that. To her that was nothing but a challenge, which she enjoyed as much as she enjoyed anything else. With her curly blonde hair and sly smile I had no chance, though I gave it a good fight for about an hour. In spite of what many might feel about her behavior she projected love onto everyone. She took good care of her baby even while finding a way to play with us and everyone else all day long. She made everything seem easy, and when she encountered setbacks they didn't matter to her in the least.
But like I said, she just left. Her parents arrived, with her little brother. They were quite concerned and worried about her, and gave her a "good talking to". I could tell they had been frustrated to no end by her, probably for a long time. But the lecture was nothing to her. Her happiness never waned. She did not get guilty, or sad, or feel like she'd broken some obligation or anything. Everything was ok. The baby was fine, she was fine, so she simply wasn't swayed even a little by her parent's concerns. In fact the whole time they lectured her she just smiled and projected love at them. And when they were done she, with no regrets or disappointments simply accepted that it was time to go back to her parent's house. With the usual smile on her face, baby in her arms and supplies on her back, she left with them. I watch, amazed at this. Amazed at the courage she must have to live like that. Acting purely as she wished, with no regard for anyone else's conventions and with constant joy, even if things were going to go against what she was trying to do. And during the whole time she, at 17, was taking care of a baby and in a way taking care of everyone around her. She made it look easy. She has become a hero to me. I wish I had the courage, and whatever else it takes, to live like her. Regardless of what you might think of any of the aspects of this situation, can you go to where I was that day, and feel what I felt about her?