Square Watermelons and Elf Dentists

Jesus, that last post got really... real. So let's get back to my heavily opinionated joke filled world with one post I've been waiting to write.

So what the hell is a square watermelon?

 

That is a square watermelon.

Now the whole point for this blog requires some backstory.

I've always kinda had the standard teenage writer persona. At least in my head I have. The tortured creator. A little rough around the edges. I mean, if you look back at my blog posts you can see why. I seem to push people away and whatnot. Due to my alienating personality or lack of skill with my emotions or whatever.

But then one night... morning... it was late. I was in a hot tub with some friends and we were all talking about our feelings and such. My seeming lack of skill with girls and people in general came up rather quickly. One of my friends mentioned how it was weird because of how fast I can make friends and how many people I knew. 

And then I had a moment.

I had an epiphany.

There is nothing wrong with me.

I'm just different.

And that's okay.

I'm a square watermelon in a world mainly of round ones. 

There's nothing wrong with square ones. It's still a watermelon. It was just grown different. And while square watermelons can't roll round ones can't stack. I shouldn't feel bad because of the way other people can do things and I can't. Because there's nothing wrong with the way I do things. I just do them differently.

I'm Herbie the elf. I want to be dentist in a world of toy makers.

I'm the train with square wheels.

I really like this movie, okay?

And that's okay.

There's nothing wrong with being different. And just because you're different doesn't mean you can't exist among others. Because even round water melons have their differences. Some are bigger some are more oblong or more round and that's okay.



And I'm not some kind of lonely square watermelon. I'm now surrounded by people I love and who love me. I couldn't be happier. and some of the people I love the most are square watermelons too. And some of them are round ones. o And that's fine. No matter what you think you are or classify yourself as it's all okay. A group mixed group of people can get together and be friends that inspire millions. Some people might label them as "misfits".

#SisSeasonsAndAMovie

I'm sensing a pattern

So yes. Misfits, round and square watermelons. Elves, baseball, community college, and hot tubs.

It's okay to be different, different does not make you broken. You just have to find your way of doing things. And then things will be all good.



I love you all. Dearly. I really do <3

-Bailey s. Fox

House cleaning!

I have a soundcloud where I randomly release songs:

https://soundcloud.com/bailey-olmstead

Also I have a tumblr:

Bailey-mcfly

<3
 

They Were Wrong

I don't have a clever title for this blog post. This is going to be a little more real than my normal have serious half sarcastic parade of teenage angst. I'm going to briefly talk about my childhood and why I don't cry, except for today.

When I was younger I was bullied. That's not really that big of a shocker. Everyone was at one point in their life. Kids used to make fun of me because I would cry a lot. I'd cry because someone called me a name, or someone got me out in kickball. I'd cry at the drop of a hat. I didn't have a huge group of friends. People came and went but for a long time I was alone. I was loud and obnoxious. Everyday I was so excited to be there. I was loud because I couldn't contain the pure joy I felt. I still have trouble with being quiet, especially when I'm excited. I was picked on for various reasons. I had what I called a satchel but everyone else called a man purse in 5th grade because I wanted to be like Indiana Jones. Or in 7th grade there is an infamous picture of me that rears its head every once in a while.

I didn't know that in 3 years people would make fun of me for that picture. I thought I looked good. But now it's something that I cannot seem to get away from even if I look radically different.

As I became older it became a point of pride for me the less and less I cried. Now I rarely do it. I got called out during a break up for not crying. I had to awkwardly explain that I don't anymore. I learned not to. I couldn't tell you the last time I cried before today.

Today I was on Tumblr when I saw this video.

Very shortly into it tears sprang to my eyes. by half way through I was crying for the first time in however long. And I couldn't stop. It affected me in a very deep way. It cut through to the scared kid who doesn't understand why everyone hates him just for being who he is.

I'm not going to preach about anti-bullying. I'm not going to tell you what you already know. I'm not going to tell you how it changed me or anything. I'm not going to sit here and tell my sob-story (more than I have) because that's now what this is about. This blog post is about the video. It might be one of the most moving things I have watched in my lifetime. I have no closing joke or argument. I just wanted to share this. If any of you really want my in-depth back-story that can be saved for another post.

I love you all <3

Bailey S. Fox