Fanatic

Years in high school passed by like a hallucination. At first you see it, and then, once you blink, it’s gone. Our little girl is not so little anymore, she’s now slowly becoming a young lady. When the writer says slowly, the writer really do mean slowly. Somehow, our little girl matured slightly slower compared to her peers, mentally speaking of course. She’s childish in a way, easily fascinated y new things and easily fooled, gullible, to put it in another way, oh she also quite innocent and not to mention an amazing freak. Once she gets hooked onto something, it usually takes a very long time for her to get over it.

The list of things she went fanatic about it quite long. Her obsession usually drove her friends off the wall, Great Wall of China even. She can talk non-stop about the topic day and night. But the sad reality is, nobody shared her interest. She felt different in a way, always interested in things that everybody else didn’t. It made her feel special in a way and yet, most of the time, she felt lonely. She felt as though nobody could understand her, for she knew no one who was as big as a fanatic as she was. Not even her closest friend could stand her ‘fanatic’-ness.

Over time, she learnt how to control what she said. Crazy, fanatic, obsession were kept to a minimum. She tried to avoid the topic as much as possible and to only talk about the ‘normal’ stuff that teenagers often talk about. She seemed happy on the outside, but, on the inside, it’s a whole different story.

She was happy that there was a friend who would listen to her when she went on and on about her random obsession. She couldn’t thank her enough and always felt that her ramblings were disturbing her friend though she said it’s ok. Inside, she’s just glad to have finally found someone which will listen to her.