I read this and I thought about what I was like in High School and what high school was like in general. It sounds like you’re in a rough spot, but I can also tell you are finding the funny and the bizarre in your situation, which is what you gotta do. I am happy our show can provide a bit of an escape, but more that that, I hope that you know that sometimes the best thing about high school is that it ends, and you get to reinvent yourself. You will continue to get to and have to reinvent yourself over and over, so be patient but also know that time makes everything better. In time, maybe you’ll be getting patted down everyday…in a good way :)
Ugh, terrible joke. I’m really hit or miss. I took this photo of myself for you to show you exactly what I’m doing on a Saturday night. I’m cool as fuck.
Why Abbi Jacobson is my hero.
When did we become so small and so apologetic? Why do we apologize for our humanity? Love what you love, and make no apologies. This is your identity. The most horrendous suspensions of freedom are self-imposed. We imprison ourselves daily, hourly.
We have one life, one shot at all the glorious things of life, and we walk about constricted, apologetic, afraid. We have so little time; we have so little space upon which to spread our love and our talents and our kindness. Run toward life fulsomely and freely.
It runs from us so quickly, like a frightened dog or youth or daylight. Chase it and care for it.
Of course art should be about something big. Something terribly big must be at stake. I don’t see this anymore. Our art is becoming terribly polite and apologetic, much like us. It slinks away like a sagging breast, empty of milk or promise or comfort.
We need to get very fervent again. We need to get jacked up."