FFM Day 22- A Jellies Guide

i. Putting Yourself Out There! (It Can Really Suck)

Jet felt like a speck in infinity. A group of fellow jellyfish floated by, noisily chatting.

“Um, hello,” Jet whispered. No one replied. “Hi guys!”

One jellyfish drifted towards him. He recognized Susan and waved.

“Hi Susie!”

“Hello, Jet!”

Jet spun in circles, nervous. While twirling, he saw something odd: a man with elongated feet and a shelled face.

“Oh my, oh Susie, he’s back! Oh do you think he’d want to hang out?”

“Are you sure that’s him?” Susie asked.

“I think so!”

Jet moved towards the swimmer. As he drew closer, he realized this man was a stranger.


ii. The Crushing Despair of Failed Social Interactions

It all went wrong so quickly. Jet only wanted to say hello, but he blundered into it without thinking. He obsessed on the moment, trying to understand what he had done wrong.

His stingers brushed against bare skin; hands plunged into the water. The man had seized Jet and hurled him back into Poseidon’s loving embrace.

Days later, Jet admitted he was lost. He drifted amongst wreckage of humanity’s attempt to walk on water. Judging by the broken ship, they hadn’t done such a good job. A large shape swam towards the ship, and Jet froze. It was the diver.


iii. The Best Pep Talk is Nonexistent; They’re All Terrible

Jet spun in circles. This man had a shell around his face, dark bindings, and elongated feet, better for swimming.

“It’s him! Oh no! What do I do?”

Without Susie, Jet had no one to egg him on. He ran through every pep talk he’d heard. They were all useless. The human swam closer.

The diver blew bubbles and Jet giggled.

“Hello there,” the man said. “Look at you! Such a pretty one.”

Jet swelled with pride, blushing. He waved a stinger, unsure of what to say. The diver reached out a gloved hand.

Speechless, Jet shook the diver’s hand.