“Ever since I was four years old, I loved making people smile, making them think, making them feel good, feel some kind of emotion.”
“The critics had an image of me, and they wouldn’t accept any other…I was a cartoon character. A joke.”
As she was doing some research, Mandy realized she just might have a few things in common with Ann-Margret.
She always had a way of making people smile. People thought Mandy was a smart and pretty little girl. But that’s the only image they have of her. Nothing more. She was not able to grow. She became a joke over the year….She still is. These dreams…
Dreams of long ago. Mandy once dreamed she’d be someone. She can’t even get noticed, so how the heck can she be someone?
Mandy was giving up on Facebook. She was giving up on something.
No one cared about what she posted. They only care to tag her in their posts. No one cared what Mandy ever had to say, but she was expected to care about what everyone else has to say.
OK…she gets it.
Last Sunday, Mandy signed off on FB. Not that anyone noticed. And she only went back on earlier that day because her husband posted a video he wanted her to see.
Mandy feels she doesn’t belong here. She feels she belongs somewhere beyond time and space.