No Matter What
I might be not as much on blogger now, but that has no connection with disliking dolls. I mean, come on, what is so bad about dolls? Sure, I mean, they are molded plastic with a set smile, glass eyes and artificial hair (or real hair!), but they can sit still for a pose, can't they? (whereas humans, well, like to fidget more) They can smile at you and be cheery when you aren't feeling the best of sorts. Dolls- can mean so much. It doesn't really matter, if you've ever owned a doll, you know the feeling.They are your little servants, except for the fact they do absolutely nothing for you. lol
Mocked? Laughed at? Join the club! People may think you're a little odd, but so what? I personally love taking awesome scenic shots, because it's so...perfect.
A little story I wrote which could be true and is half-based on a real experience.
I giggle excitedly as I rush out the red mini van on the lane.
I'M NOT ONE WHO TALKS A LOT.
"Mom! Hurry! They're here!" I cry.
Mom gathers her purse into her hands as she tells me I'm in too much of a hurry. I, of course, say I'm not. It is nearing dusk, and the sun is going down. However, it is April and spring is showing the signs. My friends hop out of the van and come rushing to me.
"Ready to go, Nicole?"
"You can count on that!" I say. "Say, did you bring your dolls?'
"Nicole, seriously?" Tyler asks.
I gaze at them. They are twins, Tyler and Taylor. We used to be best friends, but we're still really close. They invited us to go to one of their friends' house with them. Well, all the moms go and have a "meeting" and look at catalogs. It's more like a gathering with your friends. The family whose house this is at has a girl. Tyler and Taylor tell me she's a literal snob. I can't wait to meet the 'snob.'
I arrange my doll along the sofa in the basement. Tyler and Taylor are right beside me, arranging their dolls. We had arrived, and had been cordially welcomed by the girl. She had an other friend sof hers, and they were staring at us from a corner. Freakishly freakingly freaky.
But let me fast forward to the main point. We were going to film a stopmotion and I was excited. Just then, the 'girl' came down, with a guy trailing her.
"Uh, uh, who the world is that?" I asked Taylor, leaning closer to her.
"Her brother." She answers, not really focusing on my question.
Oh well, mustn't be too bad.
We keep on with our "work" and the girl and guy and girl (sister, brother, sister's friend) stare at us like we're aliens from Mars. Then the girls starts.
"What are you doing? Stopmotion? Weird. What's that? Actually, don't tell me. That's so weird. Why do you play with dolls? You are too old for dolls. You're crazy."
Tyler and Taylor retort back to her and keep the argument feisty. I'm like shaking in my bones, freaked, I mean who wouldn't be? This unknown girl drags her brother to ridicule us?
But then No matter what, I'm a doll lover.
that was literally all true, except i made it a bit fictional to put it in story format
So you get the idea, I know what it's like. But believe me, who gives a care in the world about them?
What's your story? Are you going to quit on dolls when someone thinks you're crazy? Comment!