Bird Furious

I promised something a little more hopeful, so here I am. 

Do you ever think about how we’re really just pieces of people we’ve met? Mannerisms, speech patterns… we all take a smile to mean the same thing, even. 

I have a friend who will stare at me like she’s dead and wave at me with both hands like she’s losing her mind. Sometime, I started waving with both hands too— but in a very energetic and happy way. I’ve taken some of her speech patterns too, and that’s only the most recent one. 

Most of my writers out there can attest to something similar, but with their writing style. Certain comparisons, perhaps, or overuse of a comma. Both could be easily learned through reading from an author who does those things.

Many of my favorite song artists come from at least one song recommendation from a friend. My preferred type of outfit comes from a friend. Off the top of my head, the only thing that I can really take credit for is my penchant for candles— you might have heard of them: tall waxy things that blob up as they melt after you put fire on them. Medievalish things in general have been something I liked since I was very small. 

I kind of like to think that we’re all just little patchwork quilts of things we decide we like. 

But obviously, there’s always that little spark to pull it together. That little bit of you that makes you more than just a collage of your favorite mannerisms. 

People make people better. We pick up on good habits, cute words, and fun expressions. We rub off on each other. I’m so glad that the people I’ve had throughout my life have been great people willing to share their little pieces with me. 

That goes for you guys too (to an extent, of course ). Especially @Kajsa tbh  

So thank you guys for lending me your pieces. 

And no, you can’t have them back.  

Happy new year!