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You Do You: Conforming to the Art of Belonging.

I think a lot of us spend our lives trying to fit in. We throw parts of ourselves away in order to be a part of something that we think is cool. We try so hard to belong. We fear being ostracized so much that eventually we stop being ourselves. This might all just be me but I think we all do a little bit of it once in a while. I mean who doesn’t want to fit in?

I’ve been thinking a lot about belonging. I have come to the conclusion that I do not belong to this world. “Well that’s a weird conclusion to come to, Jonny. You’re weird.” Yes, I know. I never fit in anywhere. I never really belonged anywhere. I tried my whole life to find a place, to feel completely comfortable in my skin and in the place I am in. I tried so hard. I have not found it. I don’t really think I ever will. I know, I’m just 20, I have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m serious though. I don’t think life is about fitting in. I think society wants us to believe that. I think the world we live in try to feed us this concept of throwing yourself away in order to belong, that who you are isn’t good enough. We summarize this in the word “normal”. No one is normal. We all have quirks about us that society won’t approve of and that’s fine. It’s fine to not belong. You don’t have to belong anywhere. You weren’t meant to belong to a society where they tell you that your likes and dislikes are wrong. You really don’t have to try so hard. People will hate you and people will judge you regardless of who you are. It’s just the way the world works and sometimes it’s hard to swallow but it’s just what it is. We are on this earth for a limited amount of days and then we are supposed to go to where we really belong. I believe for me that is Heaven. I believe that I do not belong to this world because I belong with God. This world isn’t mine. I don’t really want it to be mine. I have never once felt comfortable being in this world and I’m okay with that. I’m actually happy about it. Why would you want to be comfortable in the world where they tell you who to be and what to do? Why do I have to hide my true self? Why do you have to stop liking the things you like because society tells you it’s wrong? If you like it, then like it. Who cares what others think? They are probably too busy trying to hide the things they like. I swear if we all just stopped caring about what others are thinking, it would be a marvelous place. While you are wondering what others are thinking, others are wondering what you are thinking. It’s just a mess.

You were never meant to belong to a world where they try to stifle who you really are. Stop trying to fit into a society where they put you in a box that’s too small for you. Don’t belong to a world where they keep telling you that you are wrong. You shouldn’t have to hide your light. If you ever feel left out and you know that you just don’t belong here, it’s a good thing. Why would you want to be included in a world that expects everyone to be clones of a figure that is impossible to replicate? You don’t have to like the things other people like. You don’t have throw yourself away. You shouldn’t throw yourself away. You were made to be different in a world that’s all the same. You were meant to not belong. You were meant to stand out and be someone that shows the world that belonging does not mean scratching away parts of you until there’s nothing left. The only person you belong to is yourself and God if you believe in that. You were made beautifully and there might be things about you that I don’t agree with but that’s fine. There are most likely parts about me that you don’t agree. It does not matter. I don’t have to agree and neither do you. You are who you are and there are people out there that love you for just being yourself. Don’t try so hard. If certain people don’t love you, then whatever, be gone with ye peasants. If people aren’t letting you be who you are then those people shouldn’t be in your life. Use the crop tool in your editing menu and just crop them out of there. Bye bye, people that shouldn’t be in my life, bye bye. 

I have come to believe that my home is with God. God loves me for who I am even in my brokenness and my shame. God lets me be me and still loves me. He actually loves me for the fact that I am me. I believe that God made you to be an individual not a part of a faceless crowd. God loves it when he can see you. He doesn’t want to be searching for his son or daughter that he made to stand out. He should just look and be like, “Woop, there you are, you beautiful creation of mine, I see you being all awesome and not being someone else. Go you.”

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Don’t cripple yourself in order to belong to this corrupt and insensitive world. You wear the shirt you want to wear, you like the things you want to like, you read the books you want to read, you listen to the music you want to listen to, you talk to people you want to talk to, you love the things you want to love and just be yourself. You do you.

-Jonny

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The Side Effect of Death

As the world mourns the death of an amazing actor, Robin Williams, the issue of depression is brought to light. Now I love Robin Williams. I always saw him as the most genuine actor you could find. He was hilarious but he also had something about him that was more than just his humor. 

Hearing about Robin Williams’ death was shocking and saddening but the biggest thing that affected the nation was that he committed suicide.

There have been some ignorant comments from people about how Robin Williams was selfish and that those who do commit suicide are selfish. 

Let’s get this straight.

Depression and sadness are two very different things. While sadness is a feeling, depression is a disease. Sadness is simply one of the symptoms of depression. 

Barbara Kingsolver said this, “Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.” 

Depression is a disease that cannot be fully cured. It’s a disease. It isn’t a phase where you’re just sad for a bit. It isn’t all in mind. It’s a legitimate chemical imbalance that causes monoamines which are mood-related chemicals to be very low. It’s a real thing. While it isn’t cancer or a cold like illness, it is still an illness. It’s an illness I don’t want anyone to experience, not even my worst enemies.

Like any illness, depression has symptoms. One of them is wanting to kill yourself. Sometimes you go through with it. Suicide is not a noble act but I don’t think those with depression ever mean for it to be. It’s a means of escaping. Maybe control or trying to be free of yourself. That’s what it is to me at least. I have been dealing with depression for quite a while now but it hit a critical point at the beginning of the last school year. I found myself in a place I never thought I would be. However, while I was at my lowest and at my darkest, I found out that what I battled with every day wasn’t my fault. It was chemical. It wasn’t something I was doing to myself but something that I couldn’t control. 

Growing up, I never really had much. My parents tried their best to make me happy and I am eternally grateful for that but as a child, I was picked on, excluded, bullied, alone and alienated. I never fit in anywhere and the world made sure I knew it. My parents were never really home so I learned to be alone. I also grew up wanting to belong somewhere. I craved for a place where I was welcome. I did anything and everything possible for me to finally fit in. I changed everything about myself to the point I no longer recognized myself. I still don’t. I don’t know who I am fully. I have morphed myself into the image of others that it is still very difficult to understand who I am. With this, I struggled with my faith and often felt and still feel like God has abandoned me. I feel utterly alone but that’s all I’ve ever known so it’s basically normal. 

I’m not the biggest fan of talking about my own depression but I just wanted to make a point that depression isn’t something you just get over. I hate it when people tell me to get over it, to look at the positive side of life, to count my blessings. When they tell me other people have it worse and that I shouldn’t complain, a part of me dies inside. You don’t know what I’m going through. You don’t know the thoughts I have every single day. You don’t know what hurts inside of me. You don’t know. Depression isn’t a competition either. Do not compare mine with others. Do not compare my illness with someone else’s illness either. We are all going through different difficulties in our lives and you comparing the two isn’t making it better. All we want is for you to love us and have an understanding and open heart. Just be there for us. 

We don’t know what others go through. All we can do is be there for them. To love them and to tell them that we love them. To be vulnerable with them to show that it is okay for them to be vulnerable too.

Depression is when you constantly feel worthless and empty. You have no motivation to do anything because you don’t think you can do anything. You feel like the world hates you and you hate the world right back. You shut people out because you don’t think you’re worthy of their love. You come to believe that you are a constant disappointment to those you love. You develop this all or nothing mentality and start to blow things out of proportion. You jump to the worst conclusion as fast as you possibly can. You are sensitive to everything anyone says to you. Being alive and living from day to day gets difficult and tiring. You start to believe that dying is the only viable option. In moments like this, all you need to be reminded that you are loved in so many different ways. You are important. You are so vital to this world. You don’t have to prove your importance to the world because you were born important. God made you because you were important to this world. You are loved. You are so loved. I know things get difficult and you feel the walls closing in. I know you find it hard to breathe and slowly give into the urges. I know what it’s like to hit rock bottom and keep digging. It’s difficult and it hurts a lot. You feel the weight on your shoulders and it crushes your bones. You feel your insides cave in and your world shatter. While you fight your battles, I hope you know that I will be there for you. I don’t know what you are going through and I will not pretend to know but I will support you the entire way. I will help you when you need it and I will love you without end. Please know that. I cannot express enough how important you are.

Don’t ever be ashamed to seek help. Wanting to live without all this pain is not something to be ashamed of. I probably wrote all this in a different post but I’m just reminding you. 

If you don’t have depression, please try and be understanding, sensitive and loving to those who do. 

If you do have depression, I really am sorry and I’m here for you. I will always be here for you. I may not be able to understand fully what you’re going through but I will try my best to make sure that you know that you are loved. 

Please, if you need help, find it. 

Call this number if you need it, 1-800-273-8255. 

I love you guys. 

-Jonny

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Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

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I am having trouble sleeping as I think about the fact that I will be leaving this beautiful city of London tomorrow. I do not want to go. I do not. 

London has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. This entire month has changed my life in so many amazing ways. 

I have seen some of the most beautiful sights. I have experience some of the most amazing things. I have met some of the greatest people this world has to offer. 

The people that I have met on this trip has made me realize how beautiful the world really is. I cannot imagine my life without these people now.

It’s going to be so weird going back. 

I’ll try and summarize what I have done in the past week.

I saw Richard III and met Martin Freeman. We are in love now. NBD.

I went to the Harry Potter Studio Tours and cried a million years of happiness. That place literally holds 10 years of my childhood. We are also in love. NBD.

I went to the Cliffs of Dover and fell in love there too.

I walked under the Thames. That’s right, there’s a tunnel that goes under the Thames. So I literally walked under the Thames. Crazy.

I went to a drag race. I absolutely love the London LGBT community. I’ll write on that separately.

I went and did a bunch of stuff with a bunch of awesome people. 

On our last night, a few of my favorite people and I went out to dinner and then walked along the Thames. On our way back, I was sitting on the tube and for a moment as my friends chatted away and laughed together, I realized how lucky I was to be able to have met such amazing people. It really made me understand how amazing life can be. These beautiful people really made this trip what it is. It brought back the hope and faith I lost a while ago. I will never know what God wants from me but whatever it is, as long as he keeps bringing people like the ones I’ve met on this trip into my life, I know I’ll be fine. 

I really do plan on moving to London one day. I know I belong here. Whatever it is I do with my life, I will make sure it will bring me to London. This city is beautiful and filled with amazing sights. I have truly come to value the importance of keeping history alive. On the two pound coin here, it says “Standing on the shoulder’s of giants.” It really describes this entire country. England is built upon thousands of years of history. Some of the most amazing people from history who have changed the world are from here. 

I will never forget this place and this entire experience. 

My first love will always be London. 

 

 

 

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-Jonny

 

 

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Rant: I’m Not Sorry

Something truly annoyed me today. 

I am very open about my views on equality. If wanting women to be seen and treated as equals makes me a feminist then I will proudly take on that label and I will not be quiet about it. I fully understand that feminists are never seen in a positive light. Feminists seek to belittle men and to take power away from them. Even though that is not the case, that is the stereotype.

So yes, I am a feminist and I am damn proud. I don’t believe that women are lesser being. I believe that we are all human and that our gender, race or sexuality should never matter in us being treated as humans.

Something that annoyed me is that me being an outspoken feminist is worth joking about. I know that it wasn’t meant out of bad taste but it still annoyed me slightly.

“Oh don’t say that, Jonny won’t like it. She would’ve yelled at you about how all women are equal.” They would laugh.

I’m glad that you find that funny. Yes, I would tell you all about how women should be equal. I shouldn’t HAVE to tell you but I will. I shouldn’t have to educate you on why you shouldn’t be an ass and just treat women equally. You shouldn’t be taught that women are meant to be equals. You should know it. It should be instinct but it isn’t, is it?

I don’t find sexist jokes funny. I don’t. I find them disgusting and vile.

“He was just saying to get a rise out of people, don’t take it seriously. Don’t take it personally.”

I will take it personally. I will be insulted. It is out of ill taste and he should be told to not say shit like that ever again. He should not use women as punchlines and feminism as the ba-da-bing. 

Do you not understand?

Women are scared to walk down the street at night. They clutch onto their keys between their fingers, ready for an attack. Women are now warned to not take drinks. Drinks. We are told to fear liquid. We are told not to wear something scandalous because that might be implying something. I will wear whatever I damn well please and if you can’t keep it in your damn pants, you need to get YOUR life sorted. We are told that we are lesser, weaker and not worth much. Sometimes we are told that we were “asking for it.” We were “asking” to be raped, to have our innocence taken away from us. We were “asking” to be left cold, clothes ripped and violated. We were “asking” to be used as objects. Women have fought their way up through history to even be acknowledged. So yes, I’m sorry I’m a bit testy about the fact that I don’t want to be treated like dirt. I’m not sorry that I am outspoken about it. I am a woman and I should not have to live in fear. I am not asking for women to beat men. I don’t want women to make men feel lesser. I want to be treated equally. If being treated like a human is taking power away from you, you really need to rethink your life. I don’t want to the butt of some joke but apparently my outspoken stance on the equality of women is something to mock. 

I don’t quite understand your need to mock my feminist ways. Does it make you feel better to disrespect my views? I’m sorry that I cannot tolerate how women are treated. I’m sorry that I don’t want to ideally stand by and listen to you mock women. I’m sorry that I don’t want what I feel passionately about to be laughed at. Actually I’m not sorry. I don’t care if you’re trying to be funny. I know how to take a joke. I’m the master of taking jokes, of being laughed at, of being ridiculed. But that, that isn’t funny. You’re not funny. If you’re trying to be funny, you’re doing a terrible job. Get some new material. Maybe something that doesn’t make you sound like you’re crapping out of your mouth.

 

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The Streets Were Never Made For Standing Still

Red velvet, draped on the ground.

Flashing lights illuminate the grey walls in intervals.

Like the flashes of dreams left behind,

the streets are ignited into a frenzy.

Limited viewing, we still glance for a glimpse

Unknown origins and dissolving futures.

People move on quickly,

after all, the streets were not made for standing still.

 

Red sheets, draped on the ground.

Blue lights flash in intervals, timed to the beat of world

The air is uncomfortably cold

The skies are tinted in colors only seen in tragedies

The city roars on but the world remains silent

Gather yourself, lift your intrigue and step away.

We were never meant to stay for eternity,

so we carry on,

After all, the streets were never made for standing still.


 

I wish I knew a better way to start this.

I don’t really know what’s all happening, I don’t quite understand everything.

We all have days when it feels like the sky is caving in and the world is just out to get you. If not, then keep it to yourself.

I wish I knew better words to describe how I feel. 

I have seen many things in my life that have truly stuck with me. Today I saw a dead body. The body was covered so I wasn’t really able to see but the police surrounded the area. As I walked by, I looked to see what it was all about and I saw the body lying in the middle of the taped off area, covered in a red sheet. I stopped breathing for a few seconds and I felt every bone in my body shake. I don’t know what happened and I don’t think the police would’ve told me if I asked. 

I know I promised a less intense post but I also kind of have to get this out. I can’t seem to erase the image in my head. I have never seen a dead body before and I never intended to see one. Today has been a very strange and numbing day. Today has been a day I wish to never live again.

So I wrote the poem above while I was pondering everything. I’m not a poet. I truly believe that my writing sucks. I mean I try but I rarely succeed. These were just words I had to get out of my head.

-Jonny

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I Want Moher Of Ireland (Puns For Days)

Hello my people,

It’s been a few days since I’ve last posted and it is solely because I was in Ireland and I did not take my laptop with me.

Now Ireland was a spontaneous trip that I will never regret. It is absolutely wonderful there. I went with a couple of my friends and it was quite a trip. The trip to Ireland was an adventure in itself. We got up at around 1:30 am and headed on to the bus stop at like 2 am. We took the night bus to our train station, however, on the way there, there were a few guys that looked exactly like the pirates that took over the ship in the movie Captain Phillips on the bus.

Here’s a picture for reference.

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It was all fine until they started yelling and insulting the driver. They said some harsh things. It scared the crap out of everyone, I mean it was like 2 in the morning. The driver pulled over and sounded the alarm and eventually the ruffians got off except for the fact that our stop was right after they were told to leave. Of course, the guys started running after the bus, jumping on it and yelling. I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life and I’ve done some scary things like take the SATs or attend a Jonas Brothers concert. Talk about terrifying.

We walked as fast as we could without making it look like we were running away because that’s not smart. We got to the train station just in time to catch our train to the airport and then it was all smooth sailings from there.

We got to Ireland at around 8 in the morning. I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired and excited in my life. We weren’t going to stop though, we went to our hostel, took care of everything we needed to take care of and headed out into the city of Dublin until we could check in. Dublin was amazing. If I had to describe it, it would be a very touristy college city. Majority of the shops were either a vintage clothing store or a bookstore. If they weren’t any of those, it was a barbershop or food. So basically just a city full of vintage clothes, books, haircuts and food. A city of dreams.

We decided to not tire ourselves out too much because we were going to the Cliffs of Moher the next day. Let me tell you something about the Cliffs of Moher. It is the single most beautiful place in the world. If you ever get a chance to go, take it immediately. Don’t second guess yourself. Just do it because oh my god. I have never been so in love with a place until I went to the Cliffs of Moher. It might’ve meant more to me for different reasons but I was taken. Here’s a picture, it does not do the place justice but it’s just a taste.

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Here’s me summoning the Kraken.

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I think what really took me aback was that this was a place where some people have gone to commit suicide. It never crossed my mind until someone mentioned it. At the cliffs, there were signs for people to be careful and signs that had numbers to call if you were feeling suicidal. There was a small memorial that was dedicated to the people who lost their lives on the cliffs. It was heart breaking. I know this is taking a very dark turn but I kind of want to talk about it, if you don’t want to read it then that’s fine, you can skip to the bottom or just leave this page, I will completely understand.

Earlier in the post, I talked about the guys on the bus saying rude things, one of them was telling the bus driver to kill himself. Suicide is never a funny topic. I lost a friend to suicide and I will never get over it. Not only that, I know what it like to hate yourself so much to reach that point. It’s a very dark place and it’s not a topic to be taken lightly.

Also I just want people to know that it’s not a hopeless journey. Your life means more than you can ever understand. Sometimes it will be the hardest thing to believe but you just have to. Don’t ever give up. Please. If you are in a bad place, understand that it’s not shameful or wrong to seek help. Don’t fight this fight by yourself. You don’t have to. There is help out there. You are not a burden. You are never a burden. We all have shit we go through, it’s life so we just gotta stick together, ya know? I just need you to know that whatever you are going through now, it will get better and you are not alone. I know the whole “it will get better” saying gets old and redundant but it really is true. I promise you, it will. You gotta trust me on this one. If you believe any of the things I have said, believe in this: it will get better.

Anyways, in an attempt to leave this depressing topic behind, I want to finish talking about Ireland. I loved Ireland. I love Ireland. Ireland is an amazing place. The countryside is breathtaking, the weather was absolutely beautiful which is apparently rare and the night life is crazy in Dublin. I personally didn’t participate but we did walk through it at night. We stayed at Temple Bar, which gets crazy at night. There are street performers, crazy drunk college kids, crazy drunk adults, crazy drunk old people, crazy drunks and a lot of noise. When we woke up at 5 in the morning to go catch our bus to the cliffs, we encountered a man with a bloody nose and a shirt covered in blood. He got really close to one of my friends and just kind of pointed his phone at her. It was 5 in the morning. It was not okay. There streets are lined with broken alcohol bottles, a lot of trash and random items just thrown about. We saw one platform heels just sitting on top of a mail box. I’m sorry but how to do you just forget one of your platform heels? I just imagine this girl just limping around with one shoe, all confused about her shoe. Did you not notice the moment you started walking away that you were kind of limping? I mean the heels were quite tall from what I can remember. It must’ve made a difference if you had one on and one not on. I’m just confused as to what was going through that girl’s head. Crazy ass people.

Ireland was a success. It was amazing that nothing went wrong. Everything went so smoothly. The transportations besides the crazy lunatics on the bus were a breeze. The flight wasn’t bad. The hostel was pretty decent. It was my first hostel experience and it was much better than I thought. We ran into some people we knew on the streets of Dublin and they were telling us about how one of the guys that was saying in the room with them brought back a girl and proceeded to have sex with her with everyone else there. There were 11 other people there. Okay, I’m sorry but no. First of all, really? You thought it was a good idea to bring back a random girl to a hostel room with 11 other people. What did you think they were going to do? Cheer you on? Throw you a damn parade? Gross, please don’t. Also to the girl, when you entered the room with 11 other people, did you really think that was okay? Were you like “oh yeah, this is perfectly normal, I’m going to have sex in a room with 11 strangers. I’m the smartest human being”? Did it not make you uncomfortable? I’m just saying. These are questions I will never get an answer to and I think I’m actually okay with that. I’m just glad that my hostel experience wasn’t that bad. I mean there was a guy that I did not like but I didn’t have to deal with him much. Overall I slept well, I saw some of the most amazing things I have ever seen and I found myself a little more. It was quite the success.

So yeah, Ireland was better than I imagined. I am definitely going to have to go back. It’s just one of those places you have to go multiple times.

I’m sorry about the depressing part in the middle. It was just something that had been weighing heavy on my heart and I needed to get it out. I promise my other posts won’t be as heavy. Thanks for reading anyways. You guys are great.

-Jonny

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Pet Peeves with a Side of I Do Not Like You

The first day back from Scotland and we had class.

It was pretty normal. We sat there and discussed Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I’ve read the book before. I still didn’t enjoy it the second time. It did bring about interesting questions about society and its views of normality as well as the suppression of emotions and the battle between good and evil. Of course when I was reading it the first time all I cared about was why any of this mattered and why I was reading it. Yay for growing up.

The rest of the day was kind of boring except for the fact that Ian McKellen was filming two doors down from where I was staying. Gandalf/Magneto was filming the new Sherlock Holmes movie a couple of doors down from me. The fangirl in me exploded everywhere. It was so great. I didn’t get to meet him but just knowing that we were basically neighbors for a few hours was enough to make my entire day.

Besides that little burst of excitement, I basically hung out with a few people and ate candy. 

This is a bit off topic and I couldn’t think of a good transition. 

Have you ever met someone that you were forced to put up with because everyone else seemed to like them? This happens to me quite a bit. I am actually terrible at putting up with people. If I don’t like you, I don’t like to associate with you in anyway. I try to give them a chance before I decide but if they don’t pass, I will not like them and I will never like them ever. My tolerance level of dealing with people I don’t like is very low. I will just exude dislike and you will be very aware that I do not like you. I try and not be very forward about my hatred but I can’t help it if it comes out once in a while.

Some of the people I cannot stand are people that try too hard. Like what are you trying so hard for? Who are you trying to impress so badly? Why does it matter so much to you? Why do you have to be acknowledged by every human being on this planet? 

Then there are the people who try too hard by talking out of their ass. If you don’t know what you’re talking about, shut up. If you are going to argue for the sake of arguing, please leave my presence because I will not put up with you. I will get you escorted out of my life. If you are just trying to get a reaction out of me, the only reaction you’ll receive is me walking away. You aren’t worth me punching you in the face. I will never do that to my fists because it would involve touching you and I have no intentions of being in physical contact with you in anyway. Goodbye.

On top of those people, there are people who try too hard by talking out of their ass and thinking they are the greatest people in the universe because of it. One of my biggest pet peeves is when people think they are better than everyone else. You aren’t better than me. I am not better than you. There might be different aspects of our lives that we are good and bad at. Just because you can play the piano does not mean you are better than me. Just because I have read a book you haven’t doesn’t mean I’m better than you. So shut the hell up. Seriously. 

Another one of my pet peeves is when people make sexist, homophobic or seriously racist jokes to be funny. I am a huge advocate in equal rights and if you think it’s funny to make a joke about how women are lesser, I will hate you til the end of time. It’s not just because I’m a woman that I am sensitive to women oppressing jokes. It is because I’m not an ignorant asshole. It’s just that I know so many people have gone through the worst times in their lives because of something they cannot control. I know so many people are fighting just for the right to be human. I know people get belittled, raped and murdered because of their gender, race or sexuality. People have killed themselves because society tells them they are wrong and see nothing bad in these “jokes” about them. People have sacrificed and are sacrificing their lives to be considered equal and you are going to sit there and joke about it? Are you that unfunny that you have to tell jokes about that? You can’t tell a damn knock knock joke instead? Oh also when I get insulted and people are like, “Learn to take a joke,” I’m like “Learn to tell a funny joke then.” How insecure are you that you have to belittle others just to feel better about yourself? It’s not funny. You’re not funny. You will never be funny. You are an asshole and I hope you play hide and seek and never get found. 

Stop being full of it and pretending like you’re the greatest human being. Oh wait, I’m sorry, I forgot you do know everything in the world. You probably wrote the bible, right? You also probably walk on water and heal the blind. You probably perform surgery with your eyes closed and can juggle 10 things in one hand. You probably know every word in the dictionary in 7 different languages. You can probably recite the entire Magna Carta to me in both english and latin. I bet you know how to play every instrument that was ever made. Ugh, why are you so smart and so much greater than everyone else in the world? How lucky I am that God has blessed my life with your presence. I would be so lost without your expert guidance in my life. Here are a few gifs to show you how much you mean to me.

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I usually don’t try to be a terrible human being but sometimes I can’t help it. Sometimes I gotta vent. Sometimes I gotta let my Mr. Hyde shine through. Literary plug = success.

Anyways, thanks for putting up with my ranting. 

-Jonny