The Human Paradox

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The sun had just risen. The absence of clouds gave the sun clear room to spread its warmth across the placid lake. The conditions couldn’t be calmer, the lake couldn’t be clearer. Misty lay on the side of the lake, her fishing pole laying on the stick in the ground. She was the tomboyish-love seeking paradox of a girl not rarely seen, the type who wanted to be unlike the rest of her gender, yet couldn’t stand the sight of other prettier girls with
their boyfriends, feeling that would, one day, be her own happiness in life. Not really paying attention to the occasional tug on the line, day dreaming of her future love (what better to think of with the most idyllic conditions).
"What a beautiful view." She said to herself. Her early upbringing of self-cautiousness led her to a life of solidarity. Raised in a family with beautiful sisters, she was the odd one out. The self proclaimed title gave her little to look forward to in terms of a boyfriend.
But, she was raised in a family not only content with the latest fashions, but also skilled in the mastery of pokémon training. She acquired many pokémon training skills. While her sisters grew up pretty and fashionable, she grew up an avid pokémon trainer. Everyone has their own qualities, and if it isn’t looks, then why make it that way? Beauty may only be skin deep, but each person looks different through each persons eyes. Her talent in the
sport kept her mind off wanting to falsify her real true self and trying to keep her body like anyone would for her type.
And yet, deep down, she still wished for someone to come along, an angel to fall from heaven, to be with her and support her, to help her through tough times, and make the best out of the finest. She would wish for someone to be able to fill her idea of an idyll boyfriend. She had been for months, as she soon started to grow out of tom-boyhood and tried to fill her role as a happy person from a happy couple.
She opened her eyes, wishing that the one she dreams of, the faceless messenger of love and care, and made her feal wanted even though she hadn’t even met, who was probably miles and years away, to be before her, so she could feal what it was like to be loved by someone. A feeling she had never felt before, and would probably never feel for a long time.
She had thought about these thoughts before, many times over. Looking upon the peaceful lake, she would almost feel humor of the irony of it all. It was the most mellow of times, and she wished that she could make the best of it, which was only possible with someone by her side.
"Hey, you got something on the line!" An unfamiliar voice called out, breaking Misty out of her thoughts. She quickly grabbed the rod, but only from a reaction of about a year of fishing. She tried to turn around to see her visitor. In a way, she gave the fish slack to get off, so she could thank her unknown witness. Thinking so much about finding her true love really made her think anyone who talked to her was the one she was looking for, a
blinding thought which she carried only on the most promising of days, only to fall the next moment.
The fish got off, and she set the rod down. She turned to take a look at who was speaking. He stood tall and proud. His muscles only bulged out of his shirt just enough so as not to look too big, but to look attractive. Natural blond hair fell over his beautiful face. His smile gained him his childish and yet gentleman charm . His skin was a bit tanned, finishing off the painting of the perfect man. Misty couldn’t believe she was talking to a boy
like him. He wasn’t the boy she dreamed of though. While she didn’t know it, she had a false love for him. Any girl would have admired his looks, but she didn’t know if it was just a coincidence that he came by just when the fish was hooked. (Later she would thank the fish for biting at the time)
"Hi, I’m Tim." After a period of silent staring, Misty forgot her manners.
"Oh, hi. I’m Misty" Her throat was almost dry. Just another thing that happened to a girl who actually thought they felt in love with someone. Desperately trying not to let her visitor go, she started to start a conversation. "So, how are you today?"
"Pretty good." He responded. "Listen, I have to go. Why don’t I call you later." Misty gave out her number, and immediately went home. She did her hair up a little, not too much, hoping that the computer phone won’t make it look like she was desperate. After what seamed like days, he finally called. Talking to him was so fulfilling. She never thought in a hundred years she would ever talk to someone like him. They started to talk about their lives.
Soon, Tim asked her to a dance at his school. She almost fainted. The question made her feel so nice. She blushed, and gladly accepted. They arranged the details.
Soon, he had to go. Misty thought to herself that night, something she barely did. She would always have nothing to think about. Darkness isn’t exactly the best way to think. It clears your mind, but being alone most the day didn’t give her much to talk about. She thought about how the past year she never even tried to socialize with people. Maybe she was prettier than she thought.
That night she could barely get to sleep. The dance still was a week away, but she was still hyped about her possible first boyfriend. She soon grew into thinking what she would wear. That night could be the beginning or the end of any chance to start a relationship with Tim, and she would have to look her best. She thought about what type of dress she would wear, how she would put her hair up, and other little things.
That week she talked to Tim too much. He lived a few towns over at Pallet, and so they never got much chance to meet in person. She had to cut down her phone time with him, for she feared that talking too much would show her obsession for him. Of course, he never did realize it.
On the day of the dance, she got in the dress that she searched for hours to find, one she thought made her look the best, just a few days before. The sun was setting, and she was waiting for her ride to pull up. She sat by the window looking out. The moon which normally made her feel a little scared actually looked good on the cloudless night. Everything had gone right for her that day. She felt better than she had in a long time. She got exited
whenever headlights went down the street, only to be followed by a car which would just drive by, until finally, after a long time of waiting, a car pulled up. And a door opened. She would get her chance.