A Little Boonie Told Me: Chapter 3
The Fictional Diary Of An Optimistic Gender Neutral Child With Anxiety
Dear Little Boonie,
Most of the time, I’m tired.
Even if I slept quote unquote well, I’m tired.
I like writing out unnecessary anecdotes like that — there’s a sense of humor in it that gives me a small chuckle now anytime it naturally comes up.
It’s a good way to describe my overall demeanor. Tired, that is. Tired to describe my overall demeanor. I tend to make connections in my head, and then immediately skip back to them without giving a heads up on the changing of conversation topics.
My dad tells me it’s because I’m lazy. Me being tired, that is, but he’s a caveman. A man that lives in an actual cave in prehistoric times! I’m not entirely sure if prehistoric is the accurate term for the time period when quote unquote cavemen were around, it probably isn’t. I must have stayed home from school that day.
It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I’d been able to stay awake long enough to comprehend the information — they don’t let me bring my tea into class, not that I would finish it anyways. It would probably just go to waste.
I think about Wonderland a lot! Not necessarily Alice, just the world of Wonderland, and what it’d be like, what it smells like.
I really wonder what Wonderland smells like.
When I’m tired, I meant. That’s when I think about Wonderland — the skip thing happened.
The fictional diary of a gender neutral child with anxiety named Little Boonie, A Little Boonie Told Me.
Little Boonie is an incredibly hopeful and optimistic child, who has trouble focusing on the same topic for more than a few minutes. They are artistic minded, and in the process of experiencing the world around them.