Faeries, Friends, and the End of the World

I've always been one to think that anything is possible. I love to believe in some childish crevice in my heart that Fae dance in the parks just on the outside veil of human vision and play, rather terrible, pranks on the unsuspecting. That wizards sit in the back alleys of our lives, casting spells and performing magic. Or that inhuman wonders sit under our oblivious noses. Sure, I know the logical standpoint that they don't really exist, but sometimes as I walk, or sit on the bus I see those things in my mind's eye. Inhumanely beautiful things winking and calling my imagination away from reality for a time. I have always loves those things, and have an especially large admiration for faeries, the ones that trick humans and steal children, not Tinkerbell. (I never said I was a normal child.) When I first attended church, a man who I had never met turned to me as I doodled a woman and asked me, "Do you believe in Faeries?" I never answered him, but at that time, I had just become very enamored in the Fae stories. It took me so by surprise that Fae were mentioned in church that I was speechless. He ended up speaking at my baptism; almost-tears choked his throat and hazed his eyes. He retold the story of turning to this girl he had never seen in the pew behind him during Sacrament. This man detailed the drawing I was in the process of then and quoted his question. It was beautiful, and those words stuck to me like very few things have. He moved not very long ago to Virginia. I do believe in Faeries, in my own way, and I hope that one day I see him again so that I can finally, and properly, answer his question.

Thinking of that I realize that, to some people, I only have four days to tell this man about how his words effected me, and that I have that belief. Because in four days the Mayan calendar ends and the world [as we know it] will supposedly end. My brothers plan on a bon fire where we will sit with weapons to defend ourselves from the crazy people who we just know are going to be prowling that day. It's really quite exciting, two of them will be home from the Coast Guard, and seeing them will be wonderful. Hopefully there won't be too much bickering, I'm sure everyone can agree with me when I say siblings who live together after the fact of living separately tend to argue relentlessly. But should the world end, I hope it happens in a pseudo end. One that only kills a portion of the planet and leaves the rest to survive the "post apocalypse". Does anyone else feel like that would be completely fun? I mean, obviously only if you lived to see it...

It's been a few weeks now, approaching a month, and I'm beginning to feel a bit better. I still don't hold down food, but I force myself to eat daily. But I think the reason for my recent trying so hard is because I have a few great friends who have supported me more than I ever could have asked or hoped for. One in particular has developed and wedged his way into my life sort of unexpectedly. I didn't expect it, but he's the first and last person I hear from every day, and the most accepting person I've ever met. Nothing can phase him about a person, he cares for everyone he meets, no matter who they are. He worries about me incessantly, and sometimes I feel terrible because I don't mean to worry anyone. But in the end I probably would be in a lot worse condition without him around every day. And my other friends, I love them and they too are absolutely perfect as far as friends go. One even makes swords! Well... blades, but still. They are all wonderful, and I thought in this little post they should get a dedication. Thanks Ryan, Robert, and especially you Danny. I love you guys.

Next post will be a piece of the book I'm writing. Not sure if it will be a historical piece, character piece, or excerpt from the book itself, we'll see.