I release all my thoughts expecting you to agree. I want you to agree with me. I want to pull you over to my computer to gawk at the Instagram engagement photo so you can think it’s tacky just like me. That’s all I want. Just match my enthusiasm for once. Because I feel like no one does. While a decade-old internet persona can attest that people have in fact agreed with me, it still feels like no one agrees with me. Not the way I want. Not one hundred percent. Because no one does. That’s damn near impossible. But I still feel like it is. I feel like someone out there is hearing everything I’m saying and nodding right along. They’re cheering me on, telling me to keep going the way I’m going. I’m not sure what direction that is, but I know it’s leading me to something big. Someone’s on my side here, when it felt like for years the cheese stands alone. It could all happen. I absolutely believe it could. I’ve never been so sure of something in my entire life. It all happens the day you look back at me in disbelief at what’s right in front of your eyes and say, “you seein’ this shit, too?”
Because yes. Yes I do. Don’t you?