Blue Lips Under Sunglasses

When you enter yourself into a community, the community starts to conform to one another. Not in a bad way really, they just all seem to jell into one big well-oiled machine all knowing what the other is doing at one given time. This I have learned over the last year. 

People will start to do the same things as one another, they become in sync and cycle through phases together. Right now for us at camp Firwood, as we are on the brink of our first staff break this weekend, are all craving peanut butter like a child wants candy, and just want to lay on the lawn in the sunshine and never m0ve. We all tend to start thinking about the same things, and in the same way, no matter how ridiculous those things might appear to outsiders. 

Like when a song is blasted over a speaker, it automatically means one giant dance party, and it is becoming automatic. And when we all start not to care what kind of crazy characters we end up being throughout the day we end up with turnaround tuesday, where you turnaround every time you start a conversation, or accent friday, you can guess what that is. But we also end up with parties where we all put on old people clothing and act like the elderly and just pretend to have heart attacks all night, want to play bingo and not be able to hear anyone. We make up mealtime activities such as putting your fork in the air, just to see how long it takes before it catches on. We name people official new, weird names, and forget we even have our other “real” names. This is what fun becomes. 

Because fun and entertainment and worth are all relative to the community you are surrounded in. Normal things become normal because either people stop caring, or everyone else is doing it, statisically it makes sense to do it yourself. 

Makes me wonder what earth looks like to outsiders. 

Miss S·hyamiläne

*Oh, and it also becomes normal to talk about poo. 

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