"Way of the revellers; Part One."

In many senses, the world is grouped into several categories. Some call themselves the lonely, the consolers, the ways, the rebels, the tristates, the aerodynamic, the watchmen, the fearsome, and the heroes. But they all have the same side of them--they are all just normal people.

There's only one category I know with the most minimalistic criteria, but the rarest breed I've ever crossed. The revellers. The ordinary, but secretly extraordinary, in other words.

________________________________________________________________

mint loves maeryl.: oh, ally,
mint loves maeryl.:
mint loves maeryl.: i'm sure he didn't
mint loves maeryl.: God wouldnt do that to him
mint loves maeryl.: i'm sure he's fine
mint loves maeryl.: if he isn't, then it's all in God's plans, i guess
mint loves maeryl.: i sound like a major hypocrite for saying that but yeah
mint loves maeryl.: i'm sure he's okay, ally
________________________________________________________________


Picture the worst day in the world, yielding the dread of a fever and cold, but it's also Valentines Day, and instead of plundering love and gooey romance, swarms of dread and worry are spawning migranes in thier own minds upon you.

Say also, a special somebody special to you (naturally) attended a jam session with some of your friends a day before yesterday, and you were not able to come. Luckily, you didn't, because you clicked on the news today and found out a rumble at a pre-valentines concert held at the place they were having the jam session commenced and injured policemen, killed a guy, chaos everywhere.

Surely, you were spared from such tyranny and act of brutal combat, but naturally worried, "What if that special somebody was hurt?" I would not even be there to say how much I actually care about him, even if he may not know I'd like him to.

Just picture, imagining the grief of seeing or picturing him hurt is just so painful, both in soul and in physical weakness. He might not know, care, or even guess that you may care about him a bunch, but in the times of where the sand in an annual hourglass contain the bitter sugars of worry and the salty freckles planted in your cheek sting you hard enough to cry, who do you call to get out the Kleenex and wipe them away?

I confide in somebody beautiful in words I can never understand. Someone who even if we had our rough times in the past, will always matter a big part of my life. I wouldn't have changed without this person, and I wouldn't find any other person like her. Not a girl in the world could match to who she is. She gave me once more, the reason why we spend Valentine's Day. Sure to spread love and cheer, but to also make known how much you care for your loved ones. One of the most subtle revellers, but the strongest I know.

BATMINT.

Surely not the real Batman, the dark knight and his crusading Batmobile, but better. A Batman, who is not a man, but a girl. A Batman who understands exactly how you feel. A Batman who also has human feelings, who fights for the good of mankind, saves hearts over bodies, and most importantly needs no cape or mask to do so.

Mint is my Batman, my Batmint. And she's also my favorite superhero.