Wounded and Alone
Okay, so I know I don't write in this thing much. I have little need to.
But something has been on my mind the past few days. I don't know Galinda, and don't believe I have as much as spoken to her before. However, her reputation precedes her and I know she is one of the friendliest, bubbliest, most accepting girls on campus. Almost to the point of being annoyingly giddy at all times. So when out of nowhere she tells me that I'm a horrible person, it was enough to catch me off guard.
Perhaps I don't give people a chance to understand, as she said. I have good reason. "Hi, I'm Raven, the girl that's going to eventually destroy the human race" isn't the best way to introduce one's self. But is it still so much to ask that there be at least someone who understands me? At least on some small level? Especially at a school like this, full of people that don't function well in society due to their unusual abilities. But no. The best I can hope for is a weak "She's not that bad" reply from another girl who doesn't know me, doesn't understand me. And even that was more than I expected.
I've done nothing to most of these people. I don't see why I'm automatically assumed to be so loathsome that people compare even Elphaba favorably to me, as if I were the textbook example of the worst possible scenario. Galinda even added one of those annoying face...things after that comment, showing how little she cared and how obvious it must have been to her and to everyone else. And why? Because I'd rather drink herbal tea and read quietly in my room instead of gossiping and shopping for shoes in the mall and doing whatever these other, so-called "normal" girls do? Aside from my dark future, I don't see how I'm any less normal...just different. I'm not the same as the others, though that hardly should be enough to brand me as an outcast.
Part of me just wishes that someone would realize that I'm simply different. Not "creepy" and "weird" and whatever else. But the rest of me realizes that it is futile, and wonders why I even bother to type this post.
But something has been on my mind the past few days. I don't know Galinda, and don't believe I have as much as spoken to her before. However, her reputation precedes her and I know she is one of the friendliest, bubbliest, most accepting girls on campus. Almost to the point of being annoyingly giddy at all times. So when out of nowhere she tells me that I'm a horrible person, it was enough to catch me off guard.
Perhaps I don't give people a chance to understand, as she said. I have good reason. "Hi, I'm Raven, the girl that's going to eventually destroy the human race" isn't the best way to introduce one's self. But is it still so much to ask that there be at least someone who understands me? At least on some small level? Especially at a school like this, full of people that don't function well in society due to their unusual abilities. But no. The best I can hope for is a weak "She's not that bad" reply from another girl who doesn't know me, doesn't understand me. And even that was more than I expected.
I've done nothing to most of these people. I don't see why I'm automatically assumed to be so loathsome that people compare even Elphaba favorably to me, as if I were the textbook example of the worst possible scenario. Galinda even added one of those annoying face...things after that comment, showing how little she cared and how obvious it must have been to her and to everyone else. And why? Because I'd rather drink herbal tea and read quietly in my room instead of gossiping and shopping for shoes in the mall and doing whatever these other, so-called "normal" girls do? Aside from my dark future, I don't see how I'm any less normal...just different. I'm not the same as the others, though that hardly should be enough to brand me as an outcast.
Part of me just wishes that someone would realize that I'm simply different. Not "creepy" and "weird" and whatever else. But the rest of me realizes that it is futile, and wonders why I even bother to type this post.