The Role Of Pride In The Twilight Saga

At nine, you took great pride in your passionate, unwavering hatred for the Twilight saga. There wasn’t anything in the books that you outright objected to, but you didn’t like how your friends would dedicate your precious sleepover time to breaking out in violent pillow fights over whether Bella should date Edward or Jacob. Perplexed and disgusted, you would watch your sweet friends who played hopscotch and licked lollipops transform into young savages that violently swung around fluffed bed pillows. They would cackle uncontrollably at the height of their insanity, bearing wide grins full of missing teeth, before retreating back to their demure state of third grade school girl. And while they would huddle together in their sleeping bags and gush over sparkly vampire boys in hushed voices, you would be staring at the ceiling,
You stayed up late one night watching TeenNick, and you stumbled upon a mid-2000s television show called South of Nowhere. South of Nowhere depicted a lesbian couple in high school, something you had never seen before on television. You quickly became engulfed in the world of the show, but you ignored how your heart skipped a beat every time the two main characters kissed. You told yourself that you only watched the show for the straight couples, and you told that to yourself time and time again as if it would help you forget any sort of overwhelming thoughts swelling your head. You tried to forget the mental image of two girls kissing that flashed repeatedly and only grew stronger by the second. Every time the image reappeared, you promised yourself that it would pass, but it never did. You squeezed your eyes shut and buried your head into your pillow, but your heart only began to pound faster, because you were terrified of your feelings, and at that moment, being unordinary didn’t feel so great