Chame-Lion
The thing about chameleons is that they aren't leaders.
They just aren't. No one sees a calm-as-can-be, color-shifting, bulgy-eyed lizard as being the chief of the jungle. I mean, just look, it's called Lion King, not Chameleon King. I guess what I'm trying to get across is that these peculiar reptiles just do not exactly fit the "king-of-the-jungle" job description. The problem at hand, though, is that I, sincerely, am a chameleon.
I was never too much of a fan of standing out; I much preferred blending into my surroundings. For instance, in my second grade Charlotte's Web play, I volunteered to be a tiny rock instead of Wilbur the piglet or Charlotte the spider. This should say a lot. But at the same time, I knew remaining eternally invisible was not going to be an option. I couldn't stay hidden forever; sooner or later, I would have to step out of my comfort camouflage.
As a result, I decided to commit a chameleon taboo. I wanted to change shades for once into someone who could stand out, someone who people could look up to. Instead of weaving deeper into my surroundings, I decided to slowly come undone. Sophomore year of high school, I ran to become an officer for one of the largest clubs at my school: Habitat for Humanity.
I knew this risk was going to be a quite the leap for me. Not only was I choosing to dive into danger by exposing myself, but I was also shifting into a color I had never had on before.
When I ventured up to give my pre-election speech, anxious, feet-shifting, and sweaty-palmed, I felt all eyes on me. I had really done it this time. There was no turning back, no being able to subtly seep into the background anymore. Therefore, I gave my speech.
I gave them the chameleon me.
I am glad to disclose that I have been co-president of the club for two years and going ever since. However, please do not get me wrong. I still am and always will be a chameleon at heart. At times, I still do need my tree bark brown and leaf green hue to cover me up, just to maintain my sanity. It is just that I am no longer the same chameleon as I was before: now, my color closet has expanded to more courageous and confident shades. Thanks to this new position and responsibility I have on my shoulders, I am no longer reluctant to stand out and sport my new coats. Turns out, chameleons can fill king-of-the-jungle shoes after all.
Now, about that new movie contract...
Hopefully the little "joke" at the end makes sense... Constructive criticism and suggestions only please! Much much thanks.
The thing about chameleons is that they aren't leaders.
They just aren't. No one sees a calm-as-can-be, color-shifting, bulgy-eyed lizard as being the chief of the jungle. I mean, just look, it's called Lion King, not Chameleon King. I guess what I'm trying to get across is that these peculiar reptiles just do not exactly fit the "king-of-the-jungle" job description. The problem at hand, though, is that I, sincerely, am a chameleon.
I was never too much of a fan of standing out; I much preferred blending into my surroundings. For instance, in my second grade Charlotte's Web play, I volunteered to be a tiny rock instead of Wilbur the piglet or Charlotte the spider. This should say a lot. But at the same time, I knew remaining eternally invisible was not going to be an option. I couldn't stay hidden forever; sooner or later, I would have to step out of my comfort camouflage.
As a result, I decided to commit a chameleon taboo. I wanted to change shades for once into someone who could stand out, someone who people could look up to. Instead of weaving deeper into my surroundings, I decided to slowly come undone. Sophomore year of high school, I ran to become an officer for one of the largest clubs at my school: Habitat for Humanity.
I knew this risk was going to be a quite the leap for me. Not only was I choosing to dive into danger by exposing myself, but I was also shifting into a color I had never had on before.
When I ventured up to give my pre-election speech, anxious, feet-shifting, and sweaty-palmed, I felt all eyes on me. I had really done it this time. There was no turning back, no being able to subtly seep into the background anymore. Therefore, I gave my speech.
I gave them the chameleon me.
I am glad to disclose that I have been co-president of the club for two years and going ever since. However, please do not get me wrong. I still am and always will be a chameleon at heart. At times, I still do need my tree bark brown and leaf green hue to cover me up, just to maintain my sanity. It is just that I am no longer the same chameleon as I was before: now, my color closet has expanded to more courageous and confident shades. Thanks to this new position and responsibility I have on my shoulders, I am no longer reluctant to stand out and sport my new coats. Turns out, chameleons can fill king-of-the-jungle shoes after all.
Now, about that new movie contract...
Hopefully the little "joke" at the end makes sense... Constructive criticism and suggestions only please! Much much thanks.