Went volunteering for the countdown event just as desired, and while it wasn't as meaningful and enjoyable as the first time, it struck something off your bucket list---Being a mascot and creeping up on children with that permanent smile etched on like a tattoo.
Whilst taking pictures one had to constantly remind herself to not grin so widely too, since it's in no way part of the picture.
Well.
Who knew that inside of that bulbous mascot head was a helmet to be fastened on and a tiny fan that's spoilt and with dangling wires all over the place?
30 mins wasn't enough, but it was good enough for the first time.
I think,
One day I will sign up to be a mascot as a part time job or charity if possible, for a minimum of three days.
Yeah. Let that be the new item on the 'Things I have to do before my heart stops'.
I mean, who cares if it's stuffy and heavy and breaks your neck?
Who cares if your sight is limited to two wasp-like tiny air holes and you walk in the least dignified way possible to avoid tripping and kicking children at the height of otherworldly-vision-aka-impossibledegreesofdepression-?
It's the job of being a mascot.
And you feel both cute and kiddish while wearing it.
You mingle with kids and they all love you.
They're all sweet and nice and well mannered.
The smile they give out when you do obnoxious actions and wave like you're on drugs--
That's what matters.
You're not sure if you're still in for the countdown of next year,
But this sure as heck was fun, though albeit dissatisfying since that thirty minutes and the buffet at the end was really all you felt made the day. There wasn't stuff you according to your committee had to do--honestly-- and you didn't exactly get jobs when asking for it.
So yeah.
Maybe not.
But mascot?
Yes.
Yes please.
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