do you know what i’m thankful for, really? truly and honestly? put a hand on your heart and cross your eyes and swear you won’t tell anyone about it, and about how misty-eyed i get like some 40’s overacting starlet whenever i think about it. come in real close. no, closer.
i’ll start by saying this. there’s too many “i’s” in my writing. i’m a sentimental asshole. it’s very possible to be two things at the same time. infact, they should encourage that in schools. you should be two things at the same time, and they should contradict eachother. have you ever met a charmless man? he’s only one thing, all of the time.
but - what was i saying? - ah, yes. thankful. i’m thankful for the people that don’t give up at being themselves. i’m thankful for every opportunity presented to take that away from someone, because you should be tested every damn day for this stuff. you should wake up every morning and there should be a man with a clipboard at the foot of your bed, and he’ll say to you “i’m going to take this all away from you, everything you love, and more importantly, everything you fear”. and if your first reaction isn’t “NO!”, then you’ve failed. simple as that.
and people are like that. they aren’t on trading cards or television or in school books, they’re just around, sitting on the bus, in the car next to you, walking into your bodega to buy some bread. the constant effervescence of those people keeps assholes like me from putting their head in the oven. i’m selfish. i think about myself too much. but i’m sentimental, and can see the good in other people and get all wobbly like some Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon when i see the hard work people put into not just being true to themselves, but true to those around them. i dunno. i’m thankful for that. you can take your nose away from the screen now.
“i will rebuild!”
Amen to that.
