Post by Charley Brighty on Mar 14, 2007 19:54:23 GMT -5
Yellow socks? Green socks? Maybe the yellow ones. Those are quite nice, they’re all….yellowy and stuff. So yes the yellow ones. On the other hand though those green ones are definitely a nicer shade of colour and go better with what you’re wearing, yellow is just so…well bright. But bright indicates cheerful and happy and the dark green ones, well they just look depressing really. Are you feeling depressed? No. Right. So it’s the yellow ones. But I thought we’d already decided that the yellow ones clashed? They do. Right…sooo? Fine, put on the white ones. But none of them are clean? Why not? I thought you did the laundry yesterday? Er…yeah, about that. Charley rolled his eyes at himself, he never did the laundry and always tried to avoid it at all costs simply because it seemed that laundry was a whole lot of effort that really he didn’t need to bother with because if he left stuff laying around the room then eventually it might sprout legs and be able to get up and walk itself to the laundry. Actually doing it yourself was just silly really, even if his mother had told him he ought to start being responsible for things and his ‘condition’ was really no excuse at all for sheer bone idleness.
You might be wondering about the strangeness of that paragraph, and you’d be right too, you see the young man it was about is a slightly confused individual. On his sixth birthday he was involved in a serious car accident, but tragedy aside because that really isn’t the part we ought to be highlighting. The really important detail was when he woke up six weeks later in a hospital bed covered in contraptions that were basically holding him together that he realised he was sharing his head with someone else. Actually there seemed to be an awful lot of other people in there, but they weren’t different, it was like sitting around a long dinging room table with argumentative relatives, except instead of relatives it was just you…lots of you. Dressed differently and arguing with yourself. Like there was one in a tweed suit and a yellow silk stock speaking very poshly and saying things like ‘I say jolly good show chaps, wot?’, and another who was bedecked in glittering sequins and spoke a little squeaky and seemed to be rather excited, and another who was sulking in the corner and dressed from head to foot in black and not forgetting one who was sat at the head of the table with a big green hat on and a fake nose stuck on, his hair jutting out at crazy angles from beneath the giant hat and waving a teapot around and reciting ‘Twinkle twinkle little bat’ before cracking an impromptu joke at the rather sinister looking version of himself sat next to him who seemed to be planning everyone’s downfall. According to Doctors something had gone amiss inside his head and they didn’t know what but it had affected his emotions, turning them into the equivalent of alternate personalities. He was told it hadn’t affected his intelligence or anything else, he would continue to function as a normal person but the only difference would be that he would find decision making difficult because he would argue with himself, literally and physically. Which he did, and an example of that sort of inner argument was exactly how he usually started off the day. It started with socks, then what he wanted for breakfast, then which way he would get to class and went on pretty much through out the day. He sometimes laughed at sarcastic passing jokes that nobody had made out loud but another part of himself had made inside his head. He had his quirks but on the whole Charley was about as nice as you could get, he might suffer extremes of emotions at times that simply turned on and off but he wasn’t a bad guy he just sometimes got so excited he fell over his own feet.
Having decided that one sock of each colour would be just fine he settled on left yellow and right green. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a strange array of bright coloured shapes over the left side from stars and swirls to circles and abstract looking flowers and pair of old jeans that were hanging together merely by threads. Charley was to be perfectly blunt a little strange and had certain…feminine qualities to his personality. He was flamboyant and outrageous but kind and thoughtful too so naturally when he’d been younger at school he’d been a prime target for cruel bullies, trouble was half the time he didn’t seem to look like the one being bullied much. The emotion of embarrassment would naturally go and hide in a corner so when he felt embarrassed he certainly didn’t act it, it merely stepped back allowing for another emotion to take its place. So he’d not ever been a successful bullying victim but he did remember people called him weird at school…and a few other unmentionable names and he struggled to make friends because they couldn’t handle his indecisive nature or the fact that he would just wander off and was far too easily distracted by things and every so often he would ask something insane. The only people who ever spoke to him had been girls when he’d been growing up really so he’d probably picked up traits from them in his childhood. It was bad enough being a teenager without being seen near someone like Charley, it didn’t do you’re street cred any good.
Although now he was twenty one and he was a Sophomore at Hudson University, he wasn’t even in the same country as he’d started his school career in. He’d been born in York but had moved down to London at two which he had to admit he didn’t much like really. Not simply because London had left him the way he was, but because to him London had taken his father away too. Bad memories were in London, he’d been glad to return to York when his mother couldn’t cope with the city anymore and both himself and her had gone to live back at his grandmothers house. And that was when Charley’s mother got wind of a promotion and it promised a brand new start if she got it. She was a talented lady and she earned her promotion taking herself and Charley across the ocean to start up once again with fresh ideas and hopes in Florida. Charley loved it, It was warm, sunny and pleasant. The people had been nicer to him, but that was probably just because he adjusted himself to be liked by them, and he was British and they loved his charming voice and instead of calling him weird they simply said he was eccentric. What wasn’t there to love? And then of course, the real icing on the cake was when he had been accepted to Hudson University where he majored in the one thing he loved most. Kaching!
His life revolved around music, he wrote music when he was happy when he was sad, even if he sometimes did go a bit scatterbrained at the sight of sheet music, he had a perfect ear to be able to just hear something and play it back on the piano. He worked hard and he at least knew which way to hold up sheet music now, and he’d also discovered he had perfect pitch which only one person in every ten thousand had. He listened to varied music from pop rock through to opera…which was where he found his voice. Tinkling around on the piano one day he’d been playing some absurdly silly little tune from an opera he’d heard once and started humming along until someone commented that he wasn’t humming it in the right octave for a guy. Charley hadn’t seen the problem, it was a soprano song and it was supposed to be sung that high, which then dawned on him that he could get that high. And he wasn’t female. He hadn’t told anyone about it after that because he knew people thought him weird enough without having the vocal range of a female opera singer and kept it to himself. Although quietly when he was by himself and writing away when he was supposed to be doing his work he would tinkle out some ridiculously catchy little number and add in his own little flair and style and skip right on into his falsetto which he found to be highly exciting. It gave him an edge, something he needed for the business he hoped to enter into one day. It all made him rather giddy.
Today though was a Saturday which meant he didn’t have any classes. Which meant Charley was going to the zoo! Despite the fact that he was twenty-one years old and a toweringly lanky six foot three did not mean he couldn’t revert back to being seven and getting excited about visiting the zoo. Charley liked animals, they generally seemed to like him too and they didn’t make rash judgements on who he was, he also didn’t deliberately try to fit in with them like some weird jelly mould that changed shape just to please people. He was rather fond of giraffes but after having been licked by one on his last trip wasn’t too enthusiastic about offering to feed one again. So having left his dorm once and had to return because he’d forgotten to put on shoes, he finally made his way to the zoo. After several more personal arguments with himself on which way would be quickest to get there, what he wanted to see when he got there and not least on should he take sunglasses or not. By the time he got there it was just after noon and the sun was baking hot. He knew half the animals would be clapped out in the shade somewhere but it didn’t put him off. So he got in line to buy tickets with the other people around, some locals and a lot of holiday makers by the sounds of it…either that or there had just been a mass migration of British people who looked slightly bewildered as only holidaymakers could. There was a small child standing with its parents just in front of Charley, Charley was unsure about gender because the child was squinting at him was wearing a rather boyish t-shirt but what looked like a skirt and seemed to have short cropped hair…It stuck its tongue out at him. Charley stared for a moment before adjusting the leather strap of his old tatty satchel and placing two finger carefully on the side of his mouth pulled it apart and went ‘neeeeer.’ The kid grinned before being pulled away to the kiosk for tickets and Charley snickered to himself as he stood in line.
The fact that he was going to the zoo by himself and not surrounded by a group of friends didn’t seem to phase him much. When he’d been growing up people had been mean so he’d sort of learned to be alright by himself. He was overwhelmingly self-confident but that was probably because esteem was an emotion and his were fragmented so he was either completely extraverted or hiding out under the bed, but of course his extravert nature tended to frighten away the more easily scared emotions so it was pretty much there non stop. He knew a few people really well, Joel and Temp and a few others, Joel being his best friend. Charley wasn’t always sure why though, he sometimes felt that he overpowered the guy by the fact that he didn’t stop talking or goofing around but Joel was nice and for a start hadn’t called him some unpleasant name describing his sexual orientation, of which they were completely wrong about but didn’t seem to bother those who coughed it at him anyway. And temp…well she just made him act stupider than normal, he often found that after spending to long with her he couldn’t breathe and his ribs ached from laughing so much. And yet here he was, standing in line to get into a zoo all by himself…
((Okay so I was really bored and got really carried away with my post there, lol. next one won't be as long and pleeeeeease don;t be put off by the length!
*Gigglefit*
Open to anyone!))
You might be wondering about the strangeness of that paragraph, and you’d be right too, you see the young man it was about is a slightly confused individual. On his sixth birthday he was involved in a serious car accident, but tragedy aside because that really isn’t the part we ought to be highlighting. The really important detail was when he woke up six weeks later in a hospital bed covered in contraptions that were basically holding him together that he realised he was sharing his head with someone else. Actually there seemed to be an awful lot of other people in there, but they weren’t different, it was like sitting around a long dinging room table with argumentative relatives, except instead of relatives it was just you…lots of you. Dressed differently and arguing with yourself. Like there was one in a tweed suit and a yellow silk stock speaking very poshly and saying things like ‘I say jolly good show chaps, wot?’, and another who was bedecked in glittering sequins and spoke a little squeaky and seemed to be rather excited, and another who was sulking in the corner and dressed from head to foot in black and not forgetting one who was sat at the head of the table with a big green hat on and a fake nose stuck on, his hair jutting out at crazy angles from beneath the giant hat and waving a teapot around and reciting ‘Twinkle twinkle little bat’ before cracking an impromptu joke at the rather sinister looking version of himself sat next to him who seemed to be planning everyone’s downfall. According to Doctors something had gone amiss inside his head and they didn’t know what but it had affected his emotions, turning them into the equivalent of alternate personalities. He was told it hadn’t affected his intelligence or anything else, he would continue to function as a normal person but the only difference would be that he would find decision making difficult because he would argue with himself, literally and physically. Which he did, and an example of that sort of inner argument was exactly how he usually started off the day. It started with socks, then what he wanted for breakfast, then which way he would get to class and went on pretty much through out the day. He sometimes laughed at sarcastic passing jokes that nobody had made out loud but another part of himself had made inside his head. He had his quirks but on the whole Charley was about as nice as you could get, he might suffer extremes of emotions at times that simply turned on and off but he wasn’t a bad guy he just sometimes got so excited he fell over his own feet.
Having decided that one sock of each colour would be just fine he settled on left yellow and right green. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a strange array of bright coloured shapes over the left side from stars and swirls to circles and abstract looking flowers and pair of old jeans that were hanging together merely by threads. Charley was to be perfectly blunt a little strange and had certain…feminine qualities to his personality. He was flamboyant and outrageous but kind and thoughtful too so naturally when he’d been younger at school he’d been a prime target for cruel bullies, trouble was half the time he didn’t seem to look like the one being bullied much. The emotion of embarrassment would naturally go and hide in a corner so when he felt embarrassed he certainly didn’t act it, it merely stepped back allowing for another emotion to take its place. So he’d not ever been a successful bullying victim but he did remember people called him weird at school…and a few other unmentionable names and he struggled to make friends because they couldn’t handle his indecisive nature or the fact that he would just wander off and was far too easily distracted by things and every so often he would ask something insane. The only people who ever spoke to him had been girls when he’d been growing up really so he’d probably picked up traits from them in his childhood. It was bad enough being a teenager without being seen near someone like Charley, it didn’t do you’re street cred any good.
Although now he was twenty one and he was a Sophomore at Hudson University, he wasn’t even in the same country as he’d started his school career in. He’d been born in York but had moved down to London at two which he had to admit he didn’t much like really. Not simply because London had left him the way he was, but because to him London had taken his father away too. Bad memories were in London, he’d been glad to return to York when his mother couldn’t cope with the city anymore and both himself and her had gone to live back at his grandmothers house. And that was when Charley’s mother got wind of a promotion and it promised a brand new start if she got it. She was a talented lady and she earned her promotion taking herself and Charley across the ocean to start up once again with fresh ideas and hopes in Florida. Charley loved it, It was warm, sunny and pleasant. The people had been nicer to him, but that was probably just because he adjusted himself to be liked by them, and he was British and they loved his charming voice and instead of calling him weird they simply said he was eccentric. What wasn’t there to love? And then of course, the real icing on the cake was when he had been accepted to Hudson University where he majored in the one thing he loved most. Kaching!
His life revolved around music, he wrote music when he was happy when he was sad, even if he sometimes did go a bit scatterbrained at the sight of sheet music, he had a perfect ear to be able to just hear something and play it back on the piano. He worked hard and he at least knew which way to hold up sheet music now, and he’d also discovered he had perfect pitch which only one person in every ten thousand had. He listened to varied music from pop rock through to opera…which was where he found his voice. Tinkling around on the piano one day he’d been playing some absurdly silly little tune from an opera he’d heard once and started humming along until someone commented that he wasn’t humming it in the right octave for a guy. Charley hadn’t seen the problem, it was a soprano song and it was supposed to be sung that high, which then dawned on him that he could get that high. And he wasn’t female. He hadn’t told anyone about it after that because he knew people thought him weird enough without having the vocal range of a female opera singer and kept it to himself. Although quietly when he was by himself and writing away when he was supposed to be doing his work he would tinkle out some ridiculously catchy little number and add in his own little flair and style and skip right on into his falsetto which he found to be highly exciting. It gave him an edge, something he needed for the business he hoped to enter into one day. It all made him rather giddy.
Today though was a Saturday which meant he didn’t have any classes. Which meant Charley was going to the zoo! Despite the fact that he was twenty-one years old and a toweringly lanky six foot three did not mean he couldn’t revert back to being seven and getting excited about visiting the zoo. Charley liked animals, they generally seemed to like him too and they didn’t make rash judgements on who he was, he also didn’t deliberately try to fit in with them like some weird jelly mould that changed shape just to please people. He was rather fond of giraffes but after having been licked by one on his last trip wasn’t too enthusiastic about offering to feed one again. So having left his dorm once and had to return because he’d forgotten to put on shoes, he finally made his way to the zoo. After several more personal arguments with himself on which way would be quickest to get there, what he wanted to see when he got there and not least on should he take sunglasses or not. By the time he got there it was just after noon and the sun was baking hot. He knew half the animals would be clapped out in the shade somewhere but it didn’t put him off. So he got in line to buy tickets with the other people around, some locals and a lot of holiday makers by the sounds of it…either that or there had just been a mass migration of British people who looked slightly bewildered as only holidaymakers could. There was a small child standing with its parents just in front of Charley, Charley was unsure about gender because the child was squinting at him was wearing a rather boyish t-shirt but what looked like a skirt and seemed to have short cropped hair…It stuck its tongue out at him. Charley stared for a moment before adjusting the leather strap of his old tatty satchel and placing two finger carefully on the side of his mouth pulled it apart and went ‘neeeeer.’ The kid grinned before being pulled away to the kiosk for tickets and Charley snickered to himself as he stood in line.
The fact that he was going to the zoo by himself and not surrounded by a group of friends didn’t seem to phase him much. When he’d been growing up people had been mean so he’d sort of learned to be alright by himself. He was overwhelmingly self-confident but that was probably because esteem was an emotion and his were fragmented so he was either completely extraverted or hiding out under the bed, but of course his extravert nature tended to frighten away the more easily scared emotions so it was pretty much there non stop. He knew a few people really well, Joel and Temp and a few others, Joel being his best friend. Charley wasn’t always sure why though, he sometimes felt that he overpowered the guy by the fact that he didn’t stop talking or goofing around but Joel was nice and for a start hadn’t called him some unpleasant name describing his sexual orientation, of which they were completely wrong about but didn’t seem to bother those who coughed it at him anyway. And temp…well she just made him act stupider than normal, he often found that after spending to long with her he couldn’t breathe and his ribs ached from laughing so much. And yet here he was, standing in line to get into a zoo all by himself…
((Okay so I was really bored and got really carried away with my post there, lol. next one won't be as long and pleeeeeease don;t be put off by the length!
*Gigglefit*
Open to anyone!))
