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Any text posts you see here are technically a part of my Ao3 and Wattpad story about Stray Kids called: "A Series of Unexpected Events: Stray Kids" by whyyoumadbruh143

Go check it out to see the full story!

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I noticed something weird today.

So I posted a short video on my snapchat story this morning because I did my hair and makeup and I felt cute.

I'm not one to really post anything anywhere because I just feel like it feeds our messed up appearance-centric society, and I like to keep my life private, but today I gave in. Anyway, I didn't think anything of it, pressed post, and went on with my day. Fast-forward to like an hour later and my phone blew up with so many messages from people I haven't talked to in months or years, responding to my story. And it continued like that throughout the day. Message after message from old friends, acquaintances, and classmates who haven't spoken a word to me for any other reason since.

I'm not popular, and I have a small group of friends. I get maybe 2-3 messages a week max from my circle of 4-5 close friends. So a scrolling list of messages in one day was way out of the norm.

I'm not sure the reason exactly, but to be completely honest, it kinda really bothers me. What about my mindless 5 second video caused this spur from so many people? One, I can understand. Sure. But any more than that...I don't know, it just unsettles me.

I'm not conceited enough to say I'm a 10/10, but I'm decent looking. Is it my looks that made people want to reach out? Most people who responded to my story didn't say anything about the story itself! It was completely unrelated. Which makes me think it had nothing to do with my looks at all. But then what was the cause?

Is society that broken that we truly can't reach out to anyone unless there's this virtual little olive branch that deems it okay to strike up a conversation because, "Hey, I saw your story. Looking good! Long time no see. How have you been?"

Maybe it's just me, but I find it hard to stomach that that's the only way we remember people enough to talk to them. What happened to truly caring about people and checking up on them regularly? ESPECIALLY when they don't post. That's the time people need love and support the most! Either you care about someone or you don't. If it's the latter, a video shouldn't be the reason you reach out. What happened to humankind that we wait for someone to put themselves out there in such a generic, distant, soul-less way and that's the only acceptable invitation to a conversation?

Ugh, I'm going off on a tangent, but you get what I mean. Maybe I'm looking too deeply into it all, but from one overthinker to another, this is the kind of stuff that goes on in my head. Especially because I've always been a black sheep. I've never accepted the rulebook society set out for me. I don't like how the world functions, especially with how harsh our technological influence is. I don't like the rules and expectations and all the norms we accept because of it either. Like the one I talked about here. No matter how hard I try, I just can't understand it.

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There are just people you come across in your life, people you know you were meant to love. Destined to love. People who teach you what the good in life really is.

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I want to believe that all of the bad things in my life went bad for a reason. I want to believe that it's because there's something better around the corner and that space had to be made for it.

But why is it so freaking hard to hope for that? To face the fear of "what if I'm waiting for something that will never come"?

To hope is to believe in miracles. And I've seen one too many tragedies to believe in anything otherwise.

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How is it that I can feel fine one day--I can feel over it and healing--and the next, so very broken.

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Can someone tell me how it's possible that I can be writing something, have a thought about the next sentence, decide to finish out the sentence I'm writing cause hey it's like 9 more words and I won't forget the thought.....and then when I finally get to it, I have no freaking clue what it was I wanted to write in that next sentence? Like how? Brain, what the fu is up with you?

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(It's the holidays during COVID times, someone rings my doorbell)

Me peering through the peephole at them to see if they have their mask on and then screeching through the closed door: You're not sick are you?

Them: ...no...

Me: No cough? Fever? Trouble breathing?

Them: No?

Me: Temperature?

Them: Umm, normal?

Me aggressively swinging the door open and spritzing them with Lysol: Welcome to my home.

Them: Thank you?

Me whipping out a tray of candies: Care for a treat? We have Ricola, Sambucol, Ricola double strength, oh and triple strength--

Them: . . .

Them turning around: Yeah I'm leaving.