“Natasha, have I ever told you how I would meet my perfect guy?” my brunette friend
asked.
“Um..no?”, I looked at her, intrigued by her question.
My friend and I have known each other since seventh grade when we both joined the
same orchestra. We were close, but we never talked about boys. So I was mildly curious. “Okay, this is really cute”, she began with a dreamy look on her face. “I would find
myself casually strolling down the beach while the sun sets creating a purplish pink gradient behind me with the wind blowing my hair softly against my face, caressing my cheeks as I search for my perfect shell. After some time, I would spot a heart shaped shell lying on the ground of the sandy beach. I’d walk towards it, but as I extend my hand about to grab the softly pink coloured shell, my hand would brush against that of another’s. Curious to know who wanted to steal my precious shell, I look up and find myself mesmerized as I stared at twin pools of deep brown eyes owned by an adorably cute guy; we would share a moment as though time froze just for us and in that instant we would fall for one another,” She turns toward me, a genuine smile painted on her face.
“Well what do you think?” she asked.
“That’s unrealistic”, I replied absentmindedly as we continued to walk along the shore. I wanted to slap myself as soon as the words came out of my mouth. My orchestra
friend looked at me as if I grew another head. Her jaw hung open and her eyes bulged the size of E.T.’s. I was not trying to be rude but the whole idea of meeting your soulmate at the beach while the sun sets sounded too cliche. I mean, it can happen. Anything can happen. Finding a heart shaped shell can happen; getting into a fight for that heart shaped shell can happen, and my friend getting to keep the heart shaped shell after winning a brawl can also happen. But my initial thought about her romantic fantasy was that it was unlikely to happen. I did not mean to hurt her feelings, but strolling down Goleta Beach during a sunset felt liberating; so liberating that I forgot to filter the words that came out of my mouth, and up to this day I still blame the beach.
I may appear too realistic or unromantic to some but that incident was just a slip of the tongue. I was unconsciously being honest because for the most part I see a clear distinction between fantasy and reality just like how we see the difference between our wants and our needs. I am not discouraging anyone from dreaming. On the contrary, I encourage it. Dreaming is a wonderful thing and I myself have “unrealistic” dreams that range from curing pancreatic cancer to marrying a cellist don’t ask, and line that separates dreams from real life can disappear to where fantasy is reality, but only if we act on it. Because when it comes down to it, life is just a series of opportunities that come with time.
This paper, just SCREAMS, TASHA. You had me laughing all the way. When this first started off, I was like "oh my gosh, Tasha wrote a piece about me," but then as I got to reading it I was like never-mind. I loved how blunt you were when you told your friend "that's unrealistic." I also enjoyed the fact that you blamed the beach for not filtering out your thoughts. Now you see what it's like to be me, don't you now? In all seriousness, I truly enjoyed reading this piece and all the added humor, your use of imagery to develop a clear picture and recollection of events was seamless. Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteI love the contrast between you and your friend. How blunt and realistic you are compared to how romantic and whimsical your friend is. I literally laughed out loud when you shot down your friend's dreams. Good luck finding your cellist :)
ReplyDeleteI love the twist, it took a different outlook upon what romance readers would drool over. Yet it has the taste of Natasha in it with the realism, and provided the readers with a entertaining twist. Your narrative had a great theme overall that I do agree with. Good job Natasha :)
ReplyDeleteI loved how real you were/are. Everyone needs a friend that will tell them the truth no matter what. You're use of imagery was really good as well, as it kept me interested in the story (eyes widened like E.T lol). Great job Tasha!
ReplyDeleteThe thoughts that you wrote down did an amazing job of describing your outlook on the world. I found it very entertaining and enjoyed how you left a message for the audience at the end. Good job!
ReplyDeletethis was a great piece with a huge twist it was amazing had me on my toes throughout the whole story
ReplyDeleteHaha, so Tasha, come on Tasha! Tanasha Riamano strikes again. Haha! I really liked your response, because knowing you, there's no doubt you did feel sorry, but you were also speaking how you feel. Great read, and good job!
ReplyDeleteI think this blog really summarize you as a character from my perspective: not a bantering kind and abnormally logical.
ReplyDeleteYou did an amazing job of expressing your personality haha. I feel like I could hear your voice as I read your piece and was just thinking "CLASSIC TASHA." I really like how you showed another side that many people might not get to see, I saw a motivated, ambitious, encouraging Tasha that is usually masked under the blunt, sarcastic, apathetic Tasha. Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece! Great Job!
ReplyDeleteTasha, there is something that is so refreshing about this piece! I really love how you took a conversation you had with a friend and turned it into a lesson learned. You did a great job with immersing us into the setting and I could feel all of the different emotions through your words. While reading it, I could hear your voice and your sense of humor came through. I hope you do end up marrying a cellist one day (and I also hope you tell me why you would choose a cellist). But good job! I really enjoyed this piece!
ReplyDeleteI'll tell you. ;)
DeleteThis is totally you Tasha. Everyone does need a friend who can tell them the truth or keep them in check. You are definitely that friend. Great job writing this.
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