When I was a little girl I never played with Barbie or Ken…not because I was socially conscious at that age. But mainly due to practical reasons their cost and dimensions, they were too tall to fit into the narrow Payless shoe boxes that would be converted into condominiums. There were also a little too standard. Not like the trolls. The trolls came alive in a unique way, each effectively transformed into a miniature character that strolled around in the shoebox/condos and interacted with a family of individual troll relations. When I was a little girl I teamed with my older sister to create the troll colony.
We played with the trolls, but before long the trolls took on their own lives and played themselves. We had a few at first…they slowly picked up in number and a family was started. Eventually they gained neighbors and sparks flew between a few as multitudes of troll love connections were made. I remember playing with these treasure trolls with scrunched up faces, olive skin, and jewels in their bellies. I loved them, the way the reflected happiness so brightly.
My sister and I must have played with these trolls for years there were generations of trolls and they each had their own individual story and character history. They had condos made out of shoe boxes and each of them had interior decorations unique from the next. They had livelihoods, though I can't remember what those were. They were kind of like the desperate housewives, in that, you knew they were getting money from somewhere but that source was not clear and you couldn't really say that you care with all of the drama that went on between them being enough to focus on.
From the trolls with their elaborate lives to where I stand today, I see myself as a dreamer. When I have a dream, I follow it. All the way—and that has gotten me in a lot of trouble at times and other times it has worked out but either way I have learned a lot about myself. One thing I can’t do is I can not not follow my heart. I am so passionate that when I feel for a cause or a person I feel completely and with every morsel of my being. For that reason I take my time in expressing myself. Sometimes I take so long in expressing myself that everyone has left the room and gone home to their families and I am still sitting there thinking about how I can express myself…and the answer has always been, with written words. I take forever to think of how I want to say something but when it finally comes out it is exactly the way I intend. I revel in choosing my words one by one.
In summary, I am a walking contradiction. I love people. I’m antisocial. I follow my love for life. I’m scared to make the final step. I am experienced. I have a lot to learn about love, about people. I don’t take well to no. I am half man and half woman. I live in extremes. I feel people’s emotions deeply but I am not sympathetic. I create wherever I go. I cherish precious moments. My favorite ice cream is mint n’chip. I eat an enormous amount of chocolate on a daily basis. I run. I cherish perspectives. I write. I live.
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