What the #@*! is that?
When I came across this guy (don’t know what it is, frankly), he was clinging to a blade of desert grass, and the just-rising sun was illuminating him perfectly. He sparkled like a ruby red slipper.
Okay. I’m being dramatic with my word choice. He looks nothing like a ruby slipper (aside from some red tinges), but very much like a creature from a horror film. And maybe more disturbing is the fact that I seem to always assign a male gender to each of my animal/insect encounters. What does that mean?
At any rate, that bright color glistening in the midst of the summer’s drab desert hues really captured my attention. As I ran along on my morning jog, I thought how much he stood out … Which then made me think of the so-called “oddballs” of this world. The girl with purple hair. The guy who likes to tell himself stories on the bus. The girl who secretly has an extra toe-nail on her pinkie toe that she hides under her socks. The family that collects junk and turns it into art.
It’s our differences that make us unique – just like the characters in the novels we read (and write). Just like the characters in our lives. We should embrace them, because they make the world a more interesting place.