Yesterday I was hanging out with my brother, and others* at a pie festival on the beautiful UCLA campus, and a friend said to my brother “What was the cult like that you were in?” and my brother, who I’ll call Frederick, said “Oh, you know. Worse than some, better than others” and with that we all lost it laughing. Because how do you distill an experience that is so subjective and while you’re having it, ‘normal?’ With that in mind, here’s a tale I’ve distilled just for you.
Girl takes a class, Girl meets Boy, Girl falls head over heels for Boy, Girl and Boy move in together, Girl tells Boy about certain instances in her childhood, Boy reacts in such a way that Girl feel like a total weirdo-FREAK of nature. Girl feels she is tainted and thus worth less, and from then on is even more guarded about whom she shares information about herself.
That was me after college, and one of the reasons I distanced myself from my past. I wanted desperately to be ‘normal,’ like everyone else, and I worked hard for that to happen. It did. As time wore on, my past felt less relevant, and that was the reason it wasn’t the first thing that came to my mind when I decided to share stories about my childhood.
The next blog will tell what happens when aforementioned Girl runs into Boy in a park years after they parted ways. It ends up being a great moment.
*Nova’s child was also in our midst (off hula hooping).