In the crowd… Do you know one of those girls growing up?
She has taste. What she throws on is effortless, timeless.
She has brains. What she says is witty, funny.
Everyone wants to be like her. But nobody can but her.
Every girl wants to be her friend.
Every boy wants to take her hand.
But only the lucky fews get to be near her.
That’s the trick. That’s part of the game, the fun, the pain.
She reveals just enough about herself. The best side. The coolest side. The perfect side.
The rest leaves to her fans’ imagination…
When I watched South Korean’s 2011 female friendship movie Sunny,
I knew who I was. Na-mi, the protagonist.
Na-mi got it all. The friendship. The respect. The love. The acceptance.
My own version of the movie would be somewhat different:
I was without the guidance of the coolest girl. Choon-hwa, who’s also as pretty as it gets. Or the accompany of the prettiest girl. Young Soo-ji, who’s also as cool as it gets.
What I got was cold shoulders, the no-response responses…
I couldn’t find myself in any of those happily-ever-after movies. Maybe that’s why I wanted to be a storyteller in the first place…
One day, not too long ago, I got up and a voice whispered in my ears:
Everyone else is taken.
Every other label has been used.
I’ll be myself. Cool or not. Pretty or not.
I’m done pretending. I’m done trying.
I’m just me. Take it. Or leave it.