Gee-Nee is a small girl.
Mostly picked on by her peers for this reason, and nicknamed 'munchkin', much to her dismay.
One of her friends assured her that soon, everyone would realise that she wasn't short, she was petite and 'fall' for her.
Yeah fucking right.
But this isn't right. Munchkins are cool.
Munchkins are fucking wonderful.
She liked munchkins. She liked retro things, such as the Wizard Of Oz, and Alice in Wonderland.
Gee-Nee liked being called a munchkin. Such carefree creatures, innocent and joyous, yet so mysterious, even frightening. Not just in their appearance, so odd, but also in their behavior.
That was what she described them as. And soon, she realised that she truly was exactly this. She was a munchkin. It was the only other way to describe why she was like this.
Engraved in her soul were the routes of a munchkin.
Who else to understand this but another person, who definitely should not be described as a human being. Gee-Nee was out of place. Her species was not right. And so was a certain blonde Naminé wannabe. Danni, being so tall, towering over her classmates, being so clumsy, acting so shy, even though in reality, she's a total bitch. Perfect description for a giraffe. A fucking girrafe.
Engraved in her soul were the routes of a girrafe.
Finally, someone who understood the small creature.
Gee-Nee is a brat.
Oh, yes, very much.
Gee-Nee didn't have many friends. Gee-Nee didn't talk to very many people at school. Even if she did have a really good friend, after a while, she could always pick out what she hated most about them. She could always speak to herself, in her mind, about what they're doing wrong, how much of a hypocrite they're being, ranting about every little thing that they do to piss her off. Of course, she usually never let's that slip out. of course, whenever she's really pissed off, she'll let it pour out of goddamn mouth like there's no fucking tomorrow.
And then she forgets about whatever friend she just lost.
Gee-Nee doesn't need friends.
Outside of the internet, anyways. Even the best of friends, people she's known for more than 6 years, she can just as easily forget about, as if she'd only known them for a day or so. This is what was so hard to understand about Gee-Nee. Loosing friends didn't hurt her. She just moved on and tried to find another person to talk to. But of course, Gee-Nee didn't go up and talk to people. No, she let people come to her. Every unlucky bastard who tried to talk to her would judged in a matter of fucking seconds. and if this person even somewhat passed her test, they would now be part of her forever boring life until she got tired of them. This was the cycle.
Gee-Nee doesn't like people.
Gee-Nee is a wussy.
Oh, yes. Gee-Nee is one to have the weirdest phobias you'd ever imagine.
Ornithophobia.
Fear of birds. Gee-Nee hated those birds. Okay, not really a fear, but god damn, are they not annoying? Flying above your head, cawing and chirping at 5AM, almost like they're trying to wake you up. Gee-Nee can hear those things through her soundproof bedroom walls. How the hell is that even possible?
Eisoptrophobia.
Fear of mirrors. Most people will be the jackass that they are and tell her that she's scared of mirrors because of her reflection. What the hell?
Gee-Nee is scared of mirrors because she's scared of mirrors. That's all there is to it.
Ferris Wheels.
Gee-Nee was always pissed off that her most severe phobia didn't even have a goddamn name. There's got to be more than one person who is scared of ferris wheels. It's not HEIGHTS. Stop suggesting it. Gee-Nee is fine with heights. It's the actual FERRIS. WHEEL.
Gee-Nee goes through phases.
Gee-Nee used to not have very good judgemental skills. Gee-Nee used to pick a favorite character on a TV show just because of their gender. If they were a girl, Gee-Nee would route for them.
Gee-Nee used to like everything pink and only liked love songs. Come to think of it, Gee-Nee didn't even know the fuck was going on at the time when she was first watching the program. That was when Gee-Nee was six.
When Gee-Nee was 10, she only liked everything canon, and something was utterly repulsive if it wasn't mentioned originally in the content it related to. Fan fictions, crack couples, fan made stuff. It didn't make any sense.
At age 11, Gee-Nee started to understand non-cannon things, Gee-Nee started to grow a fucking imagination. Gee-Nee started shipping crack couples. gee-nee started making up fan fictions in her head. Gee-Nee was actually becoming less of a bitch.
Now Gee-Nee is 13 and loves retro things. Canon content is uninteresting and she seems to have started calling herself a munchkin. Gee-Nee loves the thought of munchkinland. She also totally wants to visit wonderland someday.
Gee-Nee wants to be a cheshire cat.
Gee-Nee thinks Ciel Phantomhive is her son.
He is. And so is Taruto. Thank Sofie for that, please.
Gee-Nee is up at 2AM writing this horrible article.
The end.
Mostly picked on by her peers for this reason, and nicknamed 'munchkin', much to her dismay.
One of her friends assured her that soon, everyone would realise that she wasn't short, she was petite and 'fall' for her.
Yeah fucking right.
But this isn't right. Munchkins are cool.
Munchkins are fucking wonderful.
She liked munchkins. She liked retro things, such as the Wizard Of Oz, and Alice in Wonderland.
Gee-Nee liked being called a munchkin. Such carefree creatures, innocent and joyous, yet so mysterious, even frightening. Not just in their appearance, so odd, but also in their behavior.
That was what she described them as. And soon, she realised that she truly was exactly this. She was a munchkin. It was the only other way to describe why she was like this.
Engraved in her soul were the routes of a munchkin.
Who else to understand this but another person, who definitely should not be described as a human being. Gee-Nee was out of place. Her species was not right. And so was a certain blonde Naminé wannabe. Danni, being so tall, towering over her classmates, being so clumsy, acting so shy, even though in reality, she's a total bitch. Perfect description for a giraffe. A fucking girrafe.
Engraved in her soul were the routes of a girrafe.
Finally, someone who understood the small creature.
Gee-Nee is a brat.
Oh, yes, very much.
Gee-Nee didn't have many friends. Gee-Nee didn't talk to very many people at school. Even if she did have a really good friend, after a while, she could always pick out what she hated most about them. She could always speak to herself, in her mind, about what they're doing wrong, how much of a hypocrite they're being, ranting about every little thing that they do to piss her off. Of course, she usually never let's that slip out. of course, whenever she's really pissed off, she'll let it pour out of goddamn mouth like there's no fucking tomorrow.
And then she forgets about whatever friend she just lost.
Gee-Nee doesn't need friends.
Outside of the internet, anyways. Even the best of friends, people she's known for more than 6 years, she can just as easily forget about, as if she'd only known them for a day or so. This is what was so hard to understand about Gee-Nee. Loosing friends didn't hurt her. She just moved on and tried to find another person to talk to. But of course, Gee-Nee didn't go up and talk to people. No, she let people come to her. Every unlucky bastard who tried to talk to her would judged in a matter of fucking seconds. and if this person even somewhat passed her test, they would now be part of her forever boring life until she got tired of them. This was the cycle.
Gee-Nee doesn't like people.
Gee-Nee is a wussy.
Oh, yes. Gee-Nee is one to have the weirdest phobias you'd ever imagine.
Ornithophobia.
Fear of birds. Gee-Nee hated those birds. Okay, not really a fear, but god damn, are they not annoying? Flying above your head, cawing and chirping at 5AM, almost like they're trying to wake you up. Gee-Nee can hear those things through her soundproof bedroom walls. How the hell is that even possible?
Eisoptrophobia.
Fear of mirrors. Most people will be the jackass that they are and tell her that she's scared of mirrors because of her reflection. What the hell?
Gee-Nee is scared of mirrors because she's scared of mirrors. That's all there is to it.
Ferris Wheels.
Gee-Nee was always pissed off that her most severe phobia didn't even have a goddamn name. There's got to be more than one person who is scared of ferris wheels. It's not HEIGHTS. Stop suggesting it. Gee-Nee is fine with heights. It's the actual FERRIS. WHEEL.
Gee-Nee goes through phases.
Gee-Nee used to not have very good judgemental skills. Gee-Nee used to pick a favorite character on a TV show just because of their gender. If they were a girl, Gee-Nee would route for them.
Gee-Nee used to like everything pink and only liked love songs. Come to think of it, Gee-Nee didn't even know the fuck was going on at the time when she was first watching the program. That was when Gee-Nee was six.
When Gee-Nee was 10, she only liked everything canon, and something was utterly repulsive if it wasn't mentioned originally in the content it related to. Fan fictions, crack couples, fan made stuff. It didn't make any sense.
At age 11, Gee-Nee started to understand non-cannon things, Gee-Nee started to grow a fucking imagination. Gee-Nee started shipping crack couples. gee-nee started making up fan fictions in her head. Gee-Nee was actually becoming less of a bitch.
Now Gee-Nee is 13 and loves retro things. Canon content is uninteresting and she seems to have started calling herself a munchkin. Gee-Nee loves the thought of munchkinland. She also totally wants to visit wonderland someday.
Gee-Nee wants to be a cheshire cat.
Gee-Nee thinks Ciel Phantomhive is her son.
He is. And so is Taruto. Thank Sofie for that, please.
Gee-Nee is up at 2AM writing this horrible article.
The end.