Hiya wix family!
So, you've probably realized that I've been posting a lot these days. I mean, it's "Procrastinator Momo" we're talking about here. The reason for this is because for an English assignment, I get to blog! And you know how I took this. Outside I was like "ok, this English teacher seems promising," but on the inside, oh my dear heart, you know that Momo was not having it. There was a Momo party including me listening to Kpop, eating, blogging, coffee, and eating. Yes, it was a glorious moment. So, I hope that you don't mind the extra notifications in your email and that these blogs make your day!
Much love and keep dreaming, Momo
P.S. When I was meeting Mimi and finding more and more about her, I've been finding her in music. I'm not crazy, trust me. Maybe a little bit hehe. XD But you know that moment when you take so much time and effort to make your character something close to your heart that you begin to see your character in other people, music, and life moments? So, maybe I'll do a Mimi playlist one of these days, ok?? How about that? ^^
P.P.S. Will Mimi end up with someone? Maybe. It'll just be awkward to include that if I'm turning this into class, so ya just gotta hold up, yeoman, ok?
Mercado, Hannah
Night. The time when lullabies are sung to scare away bad dreams and when Peter Pan comes to send you pixie dust through your bedroom window. It's when you can have your own kind of party in your apartment, alone with your cat and a bowl of ramen. It's when you can turn your headphones on loud and sit under the window of your apartment and daydream. You can dream about anything, say what no one hears and understands anyway, and pour out your deepest feelings. The stars and the great big moon are great listeners, it's as if their Maker had spilled a jar of glitter in the sky, yet took time to place each one in place, just so that that same star that shines brightly over you, can be your own kind of friend.
And there's something special to being a single, cat lady, who has no intention at getting married anytime soon. Mimi Song is that type of girl whose number one fear is that one day, her mom and dad will knock on her door with some boy from church and a ring. She's one who likes one-on-one deep, philosophical conversations with herself as she takes her afternoon stroll with a hypothetical friend and journals to that same friend in a diary. Her name is Jane. There's no particular reason why she calls her Jane, but that name just seemed to fit as if her name was there all along. And if Mimi could be explained in such a small paragraph, she’s that type of person who promises herself to not think twice about what the next person thinks about her, but the thought of getting into a relationship terrifies her.
But it’s not like she doesn’t hate the idea of getting married, it’s just that she’s content with where she’s at right now. She doesn’t feel the need to have any other relationship than the one with a potential best friend, and that’s fine for her. Sure when she was growing up, she dreamed of one day flying far away with a boy who would understand her and give her space when she needed. And sure she’s had that secret wedding board on Pinterest and had her share of crushes in high school when she was naive and impressionable, but that dream soon faded when she realized something. She realized that yes, a relationship with someone hand-picked from God is amazing. It’s one of the best accomplishments in life, but when you find your dream and you find a means of feeling insecure and content with yourself, the thought of another person coming into your life is not always your first thought. You learn how to do you, how to make life happy, and how to share it with a best friend. If one day, God decides to bless her with a husband..then...oh boy...bless that lad. Plus, she has a very high expectation of a possible guy. He has to be like the sweet, mature guys in Korean Dramas who she named every star after in her spare time. And to add to that, he can't have the maturity of a typical high school boy. That’s absolutely unacceptable.. She had avoided the vast majority of them anyway in high school since all they were into was impressing girls and dumb Youtube videos. Of course, girls are no better, but she found that she was more comfortable around girls than guys for some reason. But, most importantly, he would have to be a true Christian. You can really tell the difference in this one.
But the thing that bothers her the most is when people label individuals like her and say, “Oh you poor single people. You must be so sad!” First of all, there’s a reason why she’s single. Sure she could go and try find a spouse like everyone else does, but she feels the need not to. Secondly, being single is not a depressing love story. She just feels the need to take care of herself and be happy, without a guy involved necessarily. Plus, traveling alone is an option when you don’t have kids. And lastly, sure there’s times when she sees cute couples and wonders what it would be like if she was in the girl’s place, but that can always wait. Having the strength to be content with where she is at right now and not necessarily needing a man to show her her worth and make her feel secure about herself is strength from a whole another level.
And it may have taken years for her to figure this out, but if there’s one thing that she learned growing up in a society that tells you what you’re not, it’s that life should be happy. Through trial and error, tears and nights alone, she realized that life is too short to try to do anything but be yourself and to do you. Embrace the talents and gifts that God gave you and toss aside those insecure thoughts that don’t define you. They don’t matter. They never did and they never will.
As these thoughts tumbled about her head, she felt a wave of insecurity rush over her as she entered the entrance to her work place. Mimi Song, a popular costumer at the nearest coffee shop, and a lover of cheap ramen and strawberry-flavored anything, saw a picture of her and the team featured on the banner in front of the TV station. She looked at herself who used every muscle in her to contort her body so that she wouldn’t tower over the small, pretty TV hosts while looking somewhat natural. She wore that same blazer and black dress pants that she wears everyday and sighed.
"You know what? I’m a mess. I’m a lump on a log. I am a full grown “adult” and in my spare time, I think of different ways to escape a conversation. I am a “mature” woman and I still have no idea what the difference between eyeliner and mascara is. And I work at a TV station, and I have no sense of fashion whatsoever. I look like a flappy elephant who wears jackets over everything because I’d rather spend my money on instant coffee than camisoles.” She felt a wave of disappointment as she walked into past the banner in hopes of forgetting the frightening image she just saw and subconsciously hunched her back to hide away from other people.
Walking into the elevator and doing her normal business every time she’s forced to be around other civilization such as avoiding conversation by “texting someone" on her phone, or "calling her mom,” is one her main struggles in life. It’s not whether she should use cat-eyed eyeliner or a winged one, or if it’s a dress or a skirt type of day, but it’s avoiding conversation because it is stressful and sometimes unnecessary. Because when she was in school, she would always be secretly upset at all of the boys and girls who would talk incessantly. "I mean, come on! I know that you have more friends than me and I am well aware of the fact that you fit in with everyone else. But please. Don’t pretend and say, “I’m so weird hahaha!” just because you want attention. You have no idea what “weird” is when you’re so alone that you stay in your room all day and ship people in the Korean Drama land. You think I want to hear your conversations when the teacher is the one who’s supposed to be talking? It’s annoying. But will I ever tell you to be quiet? Nope! That’s how lame I am. And that part of me will most likely never change. "
But, despite that all of these negative thoughts that she was feeling and all of the people she secretly wants to hide in a box and ship far away, she felt a sense of hope. As she entered into her office room and looked outside of the window, she saw her “world.” There goes that same ballet dancer. And there’s that awkward doctor who I relate to. She knew that even though things may not always work out in the “real world,” that there’s always a reason to be happy. So, she took out her computer, sat down on her squeaky office chair, and decided that now was the time to write. Now was the time to pour out all of the anxiety and worries from the past week and create from that darkness, a new light, a new character...