(First Love) - Animals, Rocks and Wuzzles (Juniors in general)

Member Name: Fishbulb

Product:	Juniors in general
Date:	26/02/03 (160 review reads)
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Advantages: Happy memories, Innocence, No worries

Disadvantages: Only happy memories, To young to understand, but old enough to hurt, *sobs* my poor Animal is gone!

A dear friend of mine here on DooYoo asked me, no, told me, no, bombarded me with messages asking me to write about my first love and after many hours (and days) of pondering I'm no closer to inspiration. Feeling rather melancholy today and nostalgic for happier times I thought I'd just sit down here and write what I think as I remember it. So this may not be up to my usual standard of blurb, but it's straight from the brain/heart. It may be a bit disjointed in places too so I'll apologise in advance.


I've always been a tall person, even when I was short. Well, I've always been tall for my age, unfortunately as a child I was also fat (I'm talking Cartman fat here) but I was never short of attention, which is weird thinking about it as I was also quite shy.


But let me regress a little here. When I was a toddler, I had an Animal? (from the Muppets) back in the days when there was no such thing as trading standards and children?s toys were made with metal spikes & shards of glass et al. My dear Animal was a victim of his love, or indeed my love for him, or perhaps the fact that he was bouncy rubber on the outside, but inside he was bent bits of eye-poking-out metal. I adored him, he came absolutely everywhere with me. I had Miss Piggy too and Kermit, but they just didn't match up to the class and utter exquisiteness of my Animal. I demanded that my parents treat him as equal, he sat at the table and came to the shops (obviously holding both mine & Mum's hand - for safety reasons as he was only little) I imagine that if I'd had a little brother or sister they'd have never taken the place of my dear little Animal. One day my Mum threw him out as the metal had come right through his elbows she thought I wouldn't notice. My Dad did warn her what would happen - I cried for weeks! And to this day I have not forgotten this first case of complete and utter heartache.


Thinking of
Animal does kind of bring me to remember a bit of a theme. A resolution if you will. Never being a particularly confident child for observable reasons, I've perhaps never really been confident in Love. I might appear to be forthright and some might say belligerent, but when you're secretly shy this is a good way to disguise it. My choices in Love have (nearly) always strayed off of the 'traditional' approach. I like underdogs! You see although it cannot be denied, that Fishbulb is a bit of a magpie when it comes to filling her home and her life, she likes things that glitter, but people glitter too and not always in an obvious 'chiselled jaw/big boobs/dazzling eyes/modelesque' way. Fishbulb tends to be attracted to the glitter within a person.


You could say that I like Geodes (people that aren't classical attractive on the outside, but inside they?re so pretty) this is probably what attracted me to my first proper Love - Anton Rogers, the resident school bully.


Anton was a real Nelson** (he even looked like Nelson) he used to torment everyone in the school; teachers; pupils; the headmaster; dinner ladies the lot ? but I always knew deep down that Nelson?whoops?. Anton was a good kid and that is precisely why I kicked him in the B&^$%£^s. He was picking on a bigger boy and I'd had enough of it so that?s when I chose my moment to apprehend him. From that moment on, I saw a completely different side to him; he was kind, sweet, polite and just lovely. (Of course, he was still an ass to everyone else, but to me, he was pleasant. In hindsight I'd say that he was scared of me, but he did seem to really like me *blush*) We went on a school trip to the Chiltern Open Air Museum and I found a large piece of flint I liked when we got there. This rock was huge, at least half the size of my Wuzzles? lunch box. Anton carried it around for me for the best part of 6 hours.

**Nelson Muntz, from The Si
mpsons, (surprise surprise, a Simpsons synonym)

Now, roses, I've had dozens, balloons, cuddly toys, chocolates, you name the 'romantic' gift and I've had oodles over the years. But when a boy carries a rock for you, that's true love! I feel I should point out that we were 6 or 7 at the time. I kept that rock in my garden until we moved some 9 years later. It did come with us to the new house (along with my collection of fossils but they 'got lost' in the move ? I suspect that this was another thing my Mum decided on my behalf that I was best rid of *thinks of Animal again and sighs*)


Anton was the first geode I liked, but not the last. I was friends with everyone at school but more particularly I liked the kids that no one else did. I always saw nice things in them that other people didn't even bother to try to distinguish. I have throughout my life been the same with my choices of Love. Although now my confidence is a little better than it was then. Deep down, I'm still the same little girl who over the years learned to watch people, to listen to them. If you pay attention enough you can see the good in them too. If you're quiet, you can observe and listen and learn. Of course, that's not to say that I am only attracted to people with sparkly insides, sometimes it's nice to have something dazzling to look at too. ;o)

I think basically, that what I'm trying to say is I learnt very young that things aren't always what they seem. I don't ever judge people at face value and pray for the same treatment. I could bore you all for hours of the tales of surprise bouquets and stalkers, but rather than taint what has been a pleasant relived memory I shall leave you with my current thoughts on Love.

Love isn't always perfect; in fact Love is taking the rough with the smooth.

Love isn't always kind, sometimes Love is being brutally honest.

Lo
ve is a gift you should give and not expect to reciprocate, for giving; you are without a doubt receiving the greatest gift of all. The gift of selflessness.






DISCLAIMER

Please be aware that any acts of stalking or giving of unwanted love to strangers/friends/animals in the zoo/household appliances are not advocated or encouraged in this opinion and therefore Fishbulb does at this point relinquish all responsibility for any acts of Love you may perpetrate upon reading this opinion.

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