into a mind bender 🙂
Shelly picks seashells by the seashore
and becomes what she sought out to be
a seashell by the seashore named Shelly
Shelly picks seashells by the seashore. It’s her hobby but also the only thing to do around here. Born and raised in Venice, it was her destiny to be named after one thing. Her parents decided on “Shelly”. It was eh but at least she’s not named after the seagulls who steal nibbles off her sandwhiches when she looks away. Her mom makes a ¿living? by selling jewelry. DIY of course! Everything in the house is handmade. Once upon a time, her parents took one too many shrooms and since then believe in “far out maaaan” things. Her dad paints. He has a pop up on the boardwalk, I’m sure you’ve seen it. The psychedelic splash art is hung all over the 8 walls of their home. It’s shaped like an octagon, but there is no STOP sign. No such thing as stop, cus life is always rolling loud. Like the crashing waves (and her neighbors). She knows things that kids her age shouldn’t or maybe just aren’t aware of yet. Can you blame her? You’re a direct product of your environment.
Shelly doesn’t have many friends. But there has always been one constant in her life- the beach. A treasure hunt can be found waiting. It’s kinda been a second home to her. No offense to her first; her parents are nice and cool and all, but it never feels like they’re really there, you know? As she walks the shore she finds seaweed, cigarette butts, the occasional trash (is it really that hard to pick up after yourself?), cool rocks and seashells. Her mom once told her she was named after them cus they are iridescent and pretty. (Her mom also mentioned that she heard the word during one of her trips and took it as a sign).
Even though her name was one of her least favorite things, she loved seashells. Sometimes even wished she could trade places with them. They lived in the sea, underneath piles of sand, in a necklace being worn by a surfer dude with wavy hair, or dangling off the right ear of a pretty girl. All encompassing. Everyone wanted her, they showed her off. She was treasured in that state. No one payed attention to her as she was. She imagined being a seashell. Life would be so much better, unlike her current existence. It’s always bluer on the other side. It’s better down where it’s wetter – she had learned that from Sebastian.
One day in mid-May she wakes up earlier than usual and runs towards the sea. It’s about 5am. (hold up, why do people glorify 5am? i can assure you that waking up at 5 will not magically make you a billionaire like the manifesting gurus on YouTube parade. i’m living proof. i have no money. just seashells to my name.) Anyways, the Moon is on her way down while the Sun rises. It’s like being in an elevator. But she’s the machine and Nature presses the buttons. May means a lot of things. Like another name she could’ve had but I guess she should just accept the fact that some things never change. At least for now. With May comes the bioluminescent waves full of phytoplankton. All in very vivid blue light. If you thought the ocean was beautiful just wait till you see it as it comes to life. She didn’t learn this in school by the way. A woman who teaches “Environment and Society” at CSUSB, who also happens to be a hydrologist, gave her a quick 101 as she collected water samples for an upcoming research project. Shelly was nowhere near attending a college soon but kept the conversation in her minds folder for future reference. Her ninth house stellium liked collecting random facts to spew at people for fun. A true student of life.
But it would still be dope if she could be a student as she embodied many lives at once. She was open to the idea of rebirth. Not just cause the Drum Circle people said so but because it meant that life wasn’t always going to be so carnal.
As she walked into the sea, her body began to illuminate. Microscopic lives began to surround her human one. It was like hitting the pause button while being in the same room with all your evolutionary ancestors. The professor had told her humans, like all beings, originated from the sea. If only she could return to that time in space and be One with them all. There was no one around to see her glowing, to see her walk arm to arm carrying past- present- and- future life. But for once she understood that the best things happen when no one is looking and perhaps it’s better that way. While she soaks into this mystifying moment, she makes a wish. A wish to be what she’s always dreamed of being.
If she hadn’t watched Alice in Wonderland one too many times she probably wouldn’t have understood what was happening. Shelly began to shrink down from 4′ 3 ft to 0.5 inches. She held her breath, assuming she was still human, until she couldn’t any longer. Taking note of her new found hard shelled exterior she began to go with the flow (she kinda had no choice). Feeling formless but free she became aware that the many life forms living in the sea gave her a confuzzled look. They finally noticed her and it felt oddly comforting.
The day was beginning to break and the currents toned down enough to send her adrift. No longer having limbs, all she could do was stare at what had become her world. A powerful wave finally came around and pushed Shelly out unto the sand she used to explore with 2 feet and arms and very long, salty, sun kissed ponytails. Except this time, the roles had switched. Her wish had become a reality. But now she couldn’t tell if she had just made the best decision or worst mistake of her life. She hadn’t even been human long enough to judge it. How could she have known it wasn’t that bad? Shelly knew she had difficulty with satisfaction. It was always so fleeting. “I dont know” was her famous response to everything since she couldn’t ever make up her mind. She never really wanted to be a seashell by the seashore named Shelly. For once, all she wanted was to be sure.