Hi, I am B. I am not perfect. Sometimes I disappear without warning—like a squirrel hiding its snacks, I vanish when life feels too loud. It’s not that I don’t care; I’m just scared of saying, “Hold on, I need to breathe.” Sometimes I am manipulative, sometimes I am sad, or maybe I cry for no good reason. Maybe I even need deliverance—who knows. My biggest dream? To be a flight attendant. I want to zip across the globe and watch the world shrink beneath me. I love to travel a lot. But here’s the funny thing: I haven’t even stepped foot on a plane before. And also, I have never left the borders of my country ever—not once! I actually wish I had the means to do so, because my first stop will be… well, guess. I’ve daydreamed a thousand times about my first takeoff—how my heart would race as the wheels leave the ground, how the clouds would look like cotton candy kingdoms up close. Even now, when a plane or helicopter flies overhead, I stop and stare. Where’s it going? Who’s on it? I’ve done this since I was little—craning my neck at the sky, imagining myself in that tiny window seat.
I’m in my 20s now, and I still do it… still here, looking up, wondering when it’ll be my turn. I want to see the world. I want to try out new things. I love adventures, but mine usually happen in my shower—where I turn into a one-person Broadway disaster. I sing at the top of my lungs (completely off-key), dance like nobody’s watching (because thankfully, they’re not), and have literally tripped over my own feet mid-performance more times than I can count. (Let’s just say my shower curtain has witnessed some questionable life choices.) I’ll party sometimes, then hide under a blanket for days. I’m an “alone person” who craves friends but is terrified of getting hurt. I push people away, then wonder why I’m lonely. I’m… complicated. Sometimes I am so scared of life steering me somewhere I don’t want to go, and the direction it’s pointing at me because that’s not where I want to be. Me having zero friends because I keep everyone at arm’s length. But here’s the secret: I want to let people in. I want someone to say, “Hey, B, I saved you a seat,” even if I’ve been quiet for weeks.
Will I have bridesmaids at my wedding? Who knows! Let’s see when the time comes. Do I even have hobbies? Well, I don’t think so, but when I am asked what I love doing, I just cook up nice things to make me look cool (lol), so that makes me a liar also, I guess. But here’s the truth: I love to cook. Not fancy stuff—just meals that feel like a warm hug. So… this is me. Flawed, hopeful, and forever a kid staring at the sky. If you’re still here, thank you. Let’s be imperfect together. And who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll bump into you mid-flight, point out the window, and whisper, “Look—isn’t it all just… magic?”
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