Yi - Oh the moon: stories from the tortured mind of Charlyne Yi

I didnt really have friends back then, even imaginary ones didnt want to hang out with me. I spent most of my time alone, daydreaming. With that I grew a really strong imagination. Super buff. But I lived mostly in my head and didnt know how to function in the real world until... One day, I turned 18 and POOF I became an adult! I moved out and started to do comedy.

I had to live in my car, but it wasnt safe to sleep there at night. So I stayed up at night like Batman and drank lots of coffee in diners... just like Batman. By day I slept at the park and became friends with homeless folks and regulars at bars. These people opened their hearts up to me, trying to teach me things that they had learned. And it was the magic of us exchanging these bubbles of memories and stories that allowed us to connect, pass time, and laugh while we cried...

Like the strangers that opened up to me, Id like to share something with you: Id like to share with you my heart and the memories that changed my life. Alright... deep breath. Here we go! It was night. And a chimney puffed clouds of smoke, giving company to the other clouds in the sky. Old Ms. Old Ms.

Jenkins was giving birth to a giant! She thought, He looks nothing like me, his face is much too big. Mine is small and narrow. I definitely did not give birth to this baby. Im sorry but youre too big for me to love. I dont have enough love in me to love you, for I am small. The infant couldnt make his mother love him. The infant couldnt make his mother love him.

So he had to learn how to walk on his own. And so, he took his first steps out and into the world... ... searching to belong. A villager moved closer and studied the visitor. hes a monster, the angry man concluded. The angry villager introduced the town to him, Monster, this is our town... The angry villager introduced the town to him, Monster, this is our town...

Town, this is an unwelcome MONSTER! The infant was never taught how to speak so he couldnt explain he meant no harm. Ready to destroy him they threw their fists into the air, when SUDDENLY, the tiniest boy of all time came to the rescue. He stood as tall as he could between them, because he too knew what it was like to be unloved because of his size. A cloudy memory stormed into the tiny boys head. Congratulations, I heard you had a baby, a neighbor greeted. I would love to meet him.

Of course, the excited father replied. The father brought his tiny baby out, Here he is, isnt he beautiful? Where is he? the confused neighbor asked. The neighbor laughed right in their faces, You have an ANT for a son?! She went about her way, the parents hearing every HA as she laughed all the way home. Now, this didnt exactly happen.
After all, this is a cloudy memory.
However, his parents were awfully
embarrassed of their tiny son, and he
was able to feel those big feelings. Never again, the tiny boy thought to himself. The villagers were still angry. And with a toss of a stone... ... the baby was dead. the baby was dead.

The tiny boy cried tiny tears from his tiny face. Ashamed of his tears, he hid his tiny face inside the giants giant face. The boy decided to move the giant toward the ocean to give him a proper burial. And along came a cry. It was Old Ms.