So my therapist thought I should start keeping a journal. Okay I guess, but I hardly think that's wise seeing as I've got the nosiest parents to ever exist, but oh well. She's a licensed psychologist, and I'm not. Still, I hardly think writing a couple hundred words a day will help me get over the trauma. What trauma, you ask? Well, maybe it's best to start at the beginning.
My name is Y/N (pronounced why-slash-ehn). Weird name I know, my parents must've been drunk when they gave it to me. I go by they/them pronouns and am a light tan skinned individual with hair that changes color every time i sleep. While I'm writing this, it's bubble gum pink with electric blue streaks. I hope it becomes less of an orbsore tomorrow. Wait, did I just type orbsore? Wow, that's crazy. I meant to type orbsore. No, orbsore. Orbsore orbsore orbsore! Orb orb orb ORB!
Well I don't know what the heck is up with my autocorrect. At first I thought it was this new journaling app that I downloaded, but it's happening everywhere. Well I don't know how to fix it, so I guess I'll just have to tolerate it for now. Where was I?
Oh right, we were talking about me. What I look like, to be exact. I don't know why my hair changes color every time I sleep. It's been happening for as long as I can remember, and no one else seems weirded out by it. When I ask my parents about it, they just shrug and say "You're special." Well of course I'm special, I'm me. But I'd still like to know what's up with the changing hair thing.
There doesn't seem to be any rime or reason as to why my hair changes to what it does. I certainly didn't ask for pink hair; if I had it my way I'd have it be purple and short. Wait did I mention that my hair changes in more ways than just color? It does. Sometimes it's long, sometimes it's short. Sometimes, like today, it's in an afro. I'm not African American, though. I'm not even sure what race my family is. We're just kind of like, ambiguously tan? I don't know.
But because of this, I've never had to get a haircut. It's kind of a shame, because I kind of feel like I'm missing out on a branch of the human experience. At least it means that my hair doesn't get dirty as easily as the transformation seems to clean it along with its transforming thing.
But, I still remember the one day when I woke up with no hair at all. Yup, I was bald for a day as a six-year-old child. And that had to be the day that someone other than me noticed my hair issue. People were walking on eggshells around me because they thought I was a cancer patient. It was so humiliating. Ever since, I dread the day when my hair decides to up and abandon me again. It's never happened since, but I know that it's just waiting for me to let my guard down and take off at my most vulnerable moment.
This leads me to the rest of my physical appearance. My orbs (ugh I really wish I could fix this stupid autocorrect) are an odd purple-green-brown and maybe also hazel combo? It's not really the same deal as my hair, where they change every day, it's more like they stay the same but everyone views them differently. Sort of like finding shapes in the clouds, or listening to backwards recordings. Wow, I never realized how weird i was before. Is this what my therapist wanted? Doubtful, but I will bring it up as a side afect next time we meet.
As for my personality, well I'm sad to say that it's a lot more mundane. I like watching random stuff on YouTube, reading gen fanfiction, taking walks around my neighborhood and eating lots of cake. Cake is one of my favorite things to eat, aside from garlic bread. Mmm.
As for music, I mostly just listen to instrumental stuff such as video game soundtracks I just can't stand how every single song seems to be about romance or sex these days. I used to have this one band I listened to a lot, Single Way, but I stopped listening to them for reasons I'd rather not write about at this time. Instead, let's visit one of my happy memories.
When I was little, I had this huge dragon phase. I was positively obsessed with dragons! I had a stuffed dragon toy which I actually still have, all sorts of dragon movies and cartoons, I used to want to be a dragon. Or have one as a best friend, whichever one was easier. Or maybe both. My parents say it'll never happen. Ha! They also say I'll fall in (romantic) love. Joke's on them, I'm aroace.
Actually, it's kind of funny that I'm aroace and love three of the most stereotypical things when it comes to aspec people: cake, garlic bread, and dragons. Well, that's just who I am. I refuse to be ashamed of it.
Oh, snap! I think I can hear my parents coming into my room. I'd better hide this journal before they
A/N: So if you couldn't tell what this is supposed to be already, it's a parody of all those reader fics out there where Y/N is their own person, aroace, and the only sane one who is done with everyone's craziness. They're trying to live their best life while avoiding all the weirdos who are falling madly in love with them out of nowhere. I plan to add in a bunch of tropes to subvert, including there's only one bed, creepy behavior, and others. If you have any suggestions for what you'd like to see, please let me know. Happy Aromantic Awareness Week 2022!