When my friends and I (I introduced them all to you in my previous blog post. Haven't you been listening?) go out, we go to this one park by an elementary school. In the park, there is a playground with this little dome thing which you can climb on/through/in. Like this one.
This dome has been dubbed the Dome of Secrets. Anything that is said in there stays in there. If you tell someone else's secrets, yours get posted on Facebook (and before you ask, I don't have a Facebook and I'll NEVER get one).
We always play a game or two of Truth, which always kind of dies really fast. We used to tell secrets in it, but now we mainly do this thing where we all turn our backs to the center (last night, actually, we just lay on the ground with our heads in the middle and our feet pointing out) and say To The Person I'm Talking To.
How this works (and it's actually a great thing for parties and such):
If I have something I want to say to Umbrella, but I would never say it to her face, I say: "To the person I'm talking to... *insert what I would say to Umbrella*." And it's generally supposed to be hard to tell who you're saying it to.
It's actually a great game, but because Salamander and Pegasus and Appletree and Ginger have so many inside jokes, it generally stops being serious really fast.
And I've been thinking so many of those that I thought I'd just post my ones to Salamander that I never said here.
So.
To the person I'm saying this to...
Every time I hear a love song, all I can think about is you.
I'm so glad that we're such good friends, and even if we stay really good just-friends, I'll be happy because I'll still be with you.
You can tell me anything and everything, if you want.
Sometimes I feel like you're the only person who really gets me and accepts me for who I am.
I love that you feel like you can trust me and that you tell me more personal things than you tell the others.
You're hard to read, but sometimes I can kind of see a glimmer of hope for the More-Than-Friends campaign.
Every time we text, it makes my day. You're the one person who can cheer me up when I'm sad, and I hope I'm the same for you.
When I say "us" or "we" in my texts, I generally mean me. So when you said "y'all", I hope you meant me.
It may sound cheesy, but you're pretty much the definition of "adorkable."
I love talking to you more than anything, pretty much. Except hugging you.
You're running out of options? Really? http://philosophistry.com/scans/2010/okay-face.jpg
If you want, we could be #ForeverAlone together.
I guess you do only see me as a friend, as an equal-- which is awesome-- but I love you.
...
*/emotional moment*
This dome has been dubbed the Dome of Secrets. Anything that is said in there stays in there. If you tell someone else's secrets, yours get posted on Facebook (and before you ask, I don't have a Facebook and I'll NEVER get one).
We always play a game or two of Truth, which always kind of dies really fast. We used to tell secrets in it, but now we mainly do this thing where we all turn our backs to the center (last night, actually, we just lay on the ground with our heads in the middle and our feet pointing out) and say To The Person I'm Talking To.
How this works (and it's actually a great thing for parties and such):
If I have something I want to say to Umbrella, but I would never say it to her face, I say: "To the person I'm talking to... *insert what I would say to Umbrella*." And it's generally supposed to be hard to tell who you're saying it to.
It's actually a great game, but because Salamander and Pegasus and Appletree and Ginger have so many inside jokes, it generally stops being serious really fast.
And I've been thinking so many of those that I thought I'd just post my ones to Salamander that I never said here.
So.
To the person I'm saying this to...
Every time I hear a love song, all I can think about is you.
I'm so glad that we're such good friends, and even if we stay really good just-friends, I'll be happy because I'll still be with you.
You can tell me anything and everything, if you want.
Sometimes I feel like you're the only person who really gets me and accepts me for who I am.
I love that you feel like you can trust me and that you tell me more personal things than you tell the others.
You're hard to read, but sometimes I can kind of see a glimmer of hope for the More-Than-Friends campaign.
Every time we text, it makes my day. You're the one person who can cheer me up when I'm sad, and I hope I'm the same for you.
When I say "us" or "we" in my texts, I generally mean me. So when you said "y'all", I hope you meant me.
It may sound cheesy, but you're pretty much the definition of "adorkable."
I love talking to you more than anything, pretty much. Except hugging you.
You're running out of options? Really? http://philosophistry.com/scans/2010/okay-face.jpg
If you want, we could be #ForeverAlone together.
I guess you do only see me as a friend, as an equal-- which is awesome-- but I love you.
...
*/emotional moment*
Okay, first, I know you probably don't want comments on this, vut that really, truly beautiful, and I admire you.
ReplyDeleteI'm... happy for you? I don't really know how to react seeing as I have no other friends quite like this. That's not a problem.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I'm from a different planet.
Katherine: Same. I feel like Roonil is living in some strangely wonderful book world, and I'm living in suffocatingly depressing world that consists mostly of piles of unreachable people and voices.
ReplyDeleteThank you for saying that.
ReplyDeleteOf course I want comments. HOW COULD I LIVE WITHOUT COMMENTS?! */needy* I just wanted to get out how I felt so my readers wouldn't think I was fickle and superficial in my romantic emotions (and when I say "readers", I mean...).
ReplyDeleteWonderful book world? Aww. It seems that way because I tend to leave out the bad bits because my family reads this blog, but parts of my life are actually rubbish and painful and tear-worthy.
Also, I go to a strangely-wonderful-book-world school that I don't even feel like is real. Seriously. I'll just be sewing away in class and suddenly I'll be like "ASDFGHJKL I GO TO THIS SCHOOL WAIT WAT THIS SCHOOL ISN'T EVEN PROPERLY REAL RIGHT WAT NO IT ACTUALLY IS REAL ZOMG BRAIN EXPLOSION".
Katherine, I'm confused. Just because you don't, like, go out a lot with your friends doesn't mean you don't have them! Remember Saar and Caronil and Katelin and Mary and everyone else we ate lunch with last year? They're all part of your very specific group of very close friends. I don't know, maybe you left them behind when you went to high school...
And *sends Ellie/Misty virtual RedVines for cheeryuppiness* I had very depressed phases on and off over the past 2 years. I hope you'll get over yours. Watch some StarKid. Introduce yourself to Doctor Who if you don't already know it. Watch My Little Pony (because it's impossible not to like that show). Yeah.
Nah, I'm not concerned with friends.
ReplyDeleteOuch.....
ReplyDeleteYeah. That was and Ouch. Sheesh. I get really scary. Or
ReplyDeleteNow I'm going to eat virtual Redvines (actually, they're real).
I would mighty appreciate a deletion of previous comments...