This is my Answer [a foreword to the bunny adventures]

This is a short essay I have written to answer the question: Why do I carry Bun Bun around? I hope most of you will not just skim over the essay with your eyes picking out the highlighted words but actually do read my complete reasoning and logic behind what I have done. But for those who do not want to, I do not have a choice in it. Regardless, I thank you for taking your time to read this and it is my hope that I will not receive this question in the future.

Red-Answers
Light Red-My bad attempts at answering
Purple-My questions to you
Light Green-My thoughts that support my reasoning

Before I begin the bunny adventures, I would like to clarify some of the questions people asked me in the first three months. Maybe they've given up on asking me this question because I have not heard this question in many months already. The answer that I have always given after a few fumbles however is: "Because I like it." Simply because it is really none of their business what I do. The fumbles that I made were my genuine effort to find an answer to the question that even I cannot explain because I do not bother to question my subconscious.

This is my attempt to give an answer to the busybodies who poke their noses into where it does not belong.

I cannot answer your question outright. It is not my wish to question my subconscious. Maybe I am just narcissistic and like feeling people's eyes on me, an "Attention-Seeker" that was my dead chemistry teacher's label to some of my classmates. I know I occasionally just bring the bunny to school to piss people off because while they do not confront me directly about it due to their own cowardice, I know that it irks them and that they find me very immature. That reason would be an immature one. Others could be because I need support when there is no one to give it. I will be honest, there is no one in my class that I would be willing to burden with my thoughts beyond that of worries about schoolwork. As it is we all have our own troubles to deal with. I could conjure up a million reasons, it is next to impossible to map out the frame of any human mind, particularly one that is easily swayed by emotions.

Let us start at the beginning. What really made me first decide to bring my bunny to school? It is not like I have a particularly strong attachment to it, it was a birthday gift I had gotten recently after all. The answer that I have found at last is the one that is the bane of many humans, curiosity. I wanted to see how people would react. Would they treat me normally? Would they be judgmental? While many would have stopped at curiosity for the fear of being ostracized is overwhelming, I ignored this fear. From my point of view, those whose hearts are so shallow to the point of being unable to see past a person's outer facade, they are not worth befriending. While I will admit that I myself am unable to see past a person's outer shell, I try to remind myself that people are multifaceted and I am not the only one on this godforsaken planet with a skewered mind. Beyond that I was subconsciously confident in my ability to survive two years with few friends and people whispering behind my back. After all, in MGS, my former school, I was placed in one of the most political classes for two years and spent my time there oblivious to the harsh exchange that was going around me or flitting in between the warring groups.

Why do I continue to bring my bunny to school? The answer is really simple. I know there are people watching me. It is not narcissism for me to say this because I have heard what they say about me despite my oblivion, my class being cut off from the rest of the school and my friend's efforts to avoid telling me what people whisper behind my back. To sum up what they say about me in one word, they would call me "weird". In truth I am tired of bringing my bunny rabbit to school. I have obtained my answers, I have annoyed the people I wanted to annoy and freaked out the rest in the process. I bring it because it continues to irk those who dislike it and deem it as 'childish'. It also provides a source of amusement and entertainment to my days which are filled with schoolwork and endless repetition.

Now that I have given my answers, I want to challenge you, those who consider me "weird", "immature", with a question. What is so wrong about carrying a soft toy to school? Just what is so "weird" and "immature" about it? Are these terms not just mere judgments of society? In the first place, who writes these rules and what right does society have to enforce them? Why is it a sixteen year old cannot carry a soft toy to school? Why can we not all just do what we want with our own lives and keep our noses out other's lives? Society is governed by a set of morals, certain morals I agree with because without these morals we would likely be akin to barbarians, tearing at each other's throats. As a Christian, I believe in some morals and am clear on certain things that we should not do. However God does not dictate the way that we should behave, furthermore accepting and loving us despite of what we are and what we do. As mere mortals, how are we to place judgment over others? For other religions, do your gods truly dictate what is considered to be "mature" and "normal"? These are just terms that society holds over our heads. Perhaps it is not completely wrong to follow societal norm, but I believe in free will and the choice to do what you want with our own lives. Now if only some people could understand this and not see me and exclaim, "SHE'S ALREADY SEVENTEEN FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!"(My friend actually quoted this to me).