Be Happy.

Deciding to watch a marathon of Robin Williams’ movies means you have learned nothing from this tragedy. Be happy. Be happy for yourself and those around you. It’s also okay to be sad. But it’s not okay to be sad and alone. And it’s especially not okay to stand by and watch someone else be sad and alone. Life can be fucking hard and it can be fucking miserable. But most of the time, it can be the complete opposite. Do whatever you can to never lose sight of that.

An Off Jerk.

I first heard the phrase “jerk off” when I was about 10. I was at my local Boys and Girls Club and the older kids kept saying that Ronnie got caught jerking off in the bathroom. I kept repeating it all day because I was convinced it just meant that a jerk was having an off day. Someone simply caught Ronnie in the bathroom when he wasn’t on his game. What other explanation could there be? Ronnie was generally mean, but he seemed pretty reserved that day. A real off jerk.

"I’ll take a jerk off any day," I said gleefully to my mom once we arrived home. She laughed and let it slide, as she knew I was too young to understand the ramifications of what I had just proclaimed. But I knew. I knew I’d never be ashamed of myself for being a huge jerk off. And unfortunately, for most of the people reading this, this might be the only promise to myself I’ve managed to keep. So Ronnie, if you’re out there, I hope you burn in hell. There were kids around you sick fuck.

Home.
Home means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Some people hate home. They vow to get as far away from it as possible, as soon as they can. Then they find a new home and try to forget their old home. I feel for those people. I hope their new home is as safe and welcoming as they imagined it would be. I never wanted to get away from home. I mean, I was happy to have my own home, but always knowing I had the home to go to made those other homes as good as they were. 
Of course there are some annoying things that come with home. Things like yard work or tag sales or more yard work, but you bear it and learn to enjoy it. Which is a result, in part, of age and maturity, but a lot of it simply has to do with realizing that the homemade blueberry pie is a little warmer and a little sweeter when you’ve earned it. 
For me, home is an anchor. A place where no judgment is passed unless I’m overdue for a haircut or I’ve gotten a little bit out if shape. But those are welcomed judgments; because they serve as a little reminder that someone will always have my best interest at heart. Which can go a long way when you live in a city that enables you to have a lot of friends, but at the same time, very few real ones. 

I am truly thankful to have a constant in my life that is as pure and as true as home. Because no matter how old I get or where I live, my home will forever be what you see here: warm, loving and most importantly, it will always be exactly where I can find it.

Home.

Home means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Some people hate home. They vow to get as far away from it as possible, as soon as they can. Then they find a new home and try to forget their old home. I feel for those people. I hope their new home is as safe and welcoming as they imagined it would be. I never wanted to get away from home. I mean, I was happy to have my own home, but always knowing I had the home to go to made those other homes as good as they were. 

Of course there are some annoying things that come with home. Things like yard work or tag sales or more yard work, but you bear it and learn to enjoy it. Which is a result, in part, of age and maturity, but a lot of it simply has to do with realizing that the homemade blueberry pie is a little warmer and a little sweeter when you’ve earned it. 

For me, home is an anchor. A place where no judgment is passed unless I’m overdue for a haircut or I’ve gotten a little bit out if shape. But those are welcomed judgments; because they serve as a little reminder that someone will always have my best interest at heart. Which can go a long way when you live in a city that enables you to have a lot of friends, but at the same time, very few real ones. 

I am truly thankful to have a constant in my life that is as pure and as true as home. Because no matter how old I get or where I live, my home will forever be what you see here: warm, loving and most importantly, it will always be exactly where I can find it.