Many years ago, a young woman read a book, then watched a movie, and then read many other books. She fell in love with vampires and the idea of family and friends. You see, this young woman didn’t have much in the form of a social life. After reading this book, she found others who loved it as much as she did. She read and read and read these people ideas of the future of the book. She fell in love again. This time it was the community with the book.
For years she found a home because of this book. She connected with people and found others who loved the books as much as she did. For a while, everything was perfect. She shared her ideas for these characters with others and then slowly began to put them in scenarios the books didn’t fit. She took away the vampires and made them people, and with those she’d connected with, found these people to be just as intriguing as the book that helped form them.
So, she continued to read.
And her relationships with the other people who enjoyed these books and characters grew. They became apart of her real life, which was sheltered and safe because she needed it to be that way. They became so real that she met them and talked to them. It was wonderful and amazing, and suddenly this young woman realized that these books gave her a gift. They gave her friends and they showed her a talent she hadn’t know about.
As she read she wrote, and then she fell in love again.
Because of these books and these people, she found herself. She understood that she’s not normal, and that’s okay. Because no one is normal. Nothing is normal.
Normal is what you make it.
So this young woman who fell in love with a book, found friends, and found herself eventually came to a crossroads. She could keep half of herself in the fantasy world she’d created or she could truly realize who she is. She thought she could do both because of the community she’d found. And she did for some time.
But then the young woman’s life changed once again. The talent she’d found because of the book she loved led her to meeting her favorite young man. He was not in this community, but held a spot in another. As her life combined the two, she thought she could have it all.
But then, she realized she’d fallen out of touch with the friends and community she’d found because of the book she loved.
She wanted to badly to have it all. To keep the fantasy, live the reality, and morph them together. For some it works, but for others, like this young woman, it became a choice. Where does her time go? To the talent she’d found, to the young man she loved, or to the community she’d joined?
The choice was difficult, so she put it in the hands of the community. If they chose her, she’d chose them. But they didn’t. She’d already lost her place as she struggled with her choice. She was devastated, but she knew it only meant one thing. Her choice was made.
She chose the man.
And she chose to leave the fantasy behind.
But she’ll never forget how she came to be, and for that, she’ll always be thankful.