I neglected to mention two people in my dossier below (which on a second read-through doesn’t contain much that is made up after all). I’m feeling a bit uneasy writing about these two people because they’re different from the others. They’re Special.
When I was a kid I liked being Special and I thought if I was friends with someone I deemed to be Special then I was Special by association. In grade three I wanted to be friends with a girl called Kelly solely because she had glasses and no one else did. In grade five I wanted to be friends with the new girl, Nathalie, because she had an accent (and as we all know, accents are rad). As I got older it dawned on me that being Special was not always desirable and I supposed I gradually learned to feel sorry for the kids who were different. Even now I sometimes catch myself going out of my way to make Special people feel Normal – which in turn probably makes them more aware of their Special-ness and then I realise, oh crap, I’ve just made it worse. I just wanted everyone to be okay. How did I mess it all up?
But I digress.
Despite the fact that I don’t want to make them uncomfortable due to unwanted attention, I find myself wanting to be friends with them because of their Special-ness. Over the years I’ve assigned nicknames to loads of strangers, sometimes based on a defining physical feature, without a second thought. But now I feel guilty being so drawn to these two people on account of what are arguably their defining features: she has Albinism and he is blind.
They make such a wonderfully mysterious and charming couple.