My Dearest Reader,
The last time we spoke I was in the throws of depression. I'm proud to say that for the most part I have overcome my...issues...and
thrust myself back into my life once more. Now, whether the land of the living is all that it's cracked up to be still remains to be
seen. All that muck aside, I want to talk about understanding. Yes, understanding.
We live in a world void of understanding and compassion. A world ruled by gossip,
judgment, and MySpace. Rarely do I ever see someone just stop to help a stranger,
let alone say hello to one. Rarely do I see someone pull away from their cell phone
and look up to the sky in gratitude for the sun's warmth or the wind's caress. We're
too wrapped up within ourselves and our preconceived notions. As I've said before,
it's the small things in life we need to cherish. It's the small acts that define us. Take
for instance April 22, 2007, a date that probably means nothing to you but in that
moment meant the world to me. I was a kid again! I was excited! I waited 13 hours in
the glaring sun for an event that was over in the blink of an eye. But in those hours
leading up to the concert mentioned, I understood loyalty in its rawest form.
Sunrise Florida, 5am, April 22, 2007 I arrived at the Bank Atlantic Center to take my place at the head of what I knew would be a
monstrous line for the My Chemical Romance concert...only to find that I was number 30. Kids my age and younger were
scatted about on blankets sleeping, some having been there for nine hours or so. It was staggering to see the dedication shown
for My Chem, but it was also humbling. The kids came together in their excitement to see the one band that for a few moments in
time helped them to forget their troubles and differences and fill a gap in their young lives. People that would generally never
associate with one another found themselves laughing and sharing memories of their first MCR experience. For a day they were
more interested in their fellow fan more so than themselves. Of course there were the few that thought themselves better than the
other fans for their near-stalker extensive knowledge, and after a short stint of contemplation I think I found out why. Here is
where understanding kicks in. We're all missing something in our lives; we're all loaded with issues and forced into situation we
loathe. We all need to connect with something or someone, and in this case it was a band. I believe that these "stalker" girls have
more issues on their plate than the normal fan, and as to avoid their daily problems they attempt to get lost in the lives of others
that seem to have it all. They hunger to forget and so every scrap of information becomes vital, becomes memorized, and becomes
holy. Is it healthy? Probably not. Does it drive the band nutty? More than likely. Am I wrong? I could be. The girls could just be
crazy internet addicted bitches with restraining orders en masse. However, I chose to believe otherwise.
When I was 12 I found myself in their shoes, seeking a release and a diversion for my pain. It came in the form of Hanson. At this
point in my life my parents were divorcing, I was in a new school, had maybe one friend max. I felt lost.. I needed something to
take my mind off of it all. Now we've all heard MMMBOP, and I admit that it's a horrible song, but the happiness of it caught my
attention and the line "...You go through all the pain and strife, then you turn your back and they're gone so fast..." really stuck.
So I collected the pictures and put them on my walls, bought up everything I could. The internet wasn't too extensive tat that
time, but I found and read all I could. They helped me forget and made me smile. It was my diversion and my understanding that
helped me to connect with those "high and mighties." The whole purpose of this is to let those of you who judge know that
you're always wrong. There is a reason to every action, always something more to be seen. So stop, ask, think, and listen. Save
your judgment and try to understand they why's instead of assuming.
PS. Hanson tours soon! Heck yes. Don't judge me for I am not ashamed.
The last time we spoke I was in the throws of depression. I'm proud to say that for the most part I have overcome my...issues...and
thrust myself back into my life once more. Now, whether the land of the living is all that it's cracked up to be still remains to be
seen. All that muck aside, I want to talk about understanding. Yes, understanding.
We live in a world void of understanding and compassion. A world ruled by gossip,
judgment, and MySpace. Rarely do I ever see someone just stop to help a stranger,
let alone say hello to one. Rarely do I see someone pull away from their cell phone
and look up to the sky in gratitude for the sun's warmth or the wind's caress. We're
too wrapped up within ourselves and our preconceived notions. As I've said before,
it's the small things in life we need to cherish. It's the small acts that define us. Take
for instance April 22, 2007, a date that probably means nothing to you but in that
moment meant the world to me. I was a kid again! I was excited! I waited 13 hours in
the glaring sun for an event that was over in the blink of an eye. But in those hours
leading up to the concert mentioned, I understood loyalty in its rawest form.
Sunrise Florida, 5am, April 22, 2007 I arrived at the Bank Atlantic Center to take my place at the head of what I knew would be a
monstrous line for the My Chemical Romance concert...only to find that I was number 30. Kids my age and younger were
scatted about on blankets sleeping, some having been there for nine hours or so. It was staggering to see the dedication shown
for My Chem, but it was also humbling. The kids came together in their excitement to see the one band that for a few moments in
time helped them to forget their troubles and differences and fill a gap in their young lives. People that would generally never
associate with one another found themselves laughing and sharing memories of their first MCR experience. For a day they were
more interested in their fellow fan more so than themselves. Of course there were the few that thought themselves better than the
other fans for their near-stalker extensive knowledge, and after a short stint of contemplation I think I found out why. Here is
where understanding kicks in. We're all missing something in our lives; we're all loaded with issues and forced into situation we
loathe. We all need to connect with something or someone, and in this case it was a band. I believe that these "stalker" girls have
more issues on their plate than the normal fan, and as to avoid their daily problems they attempt to get lost in the lives of others
that seem to have it all. They hunger to forget and so every scrap of information becomes vital, becomes memorized, and becomes
holy. Is it healthy? Probably not. Does it drive the band nutty? More than likely. Am I wrong? I could be. The girls could just be
crazy internet addicted bitches with restraining orders en masse. However, I chose to believe otherwise.
When I was 12 I found myself in their shoes, seeking a release and a diversion for my pain. It came in the form of Hanson. At this
point in my life my parents were divorcing, I was in a new school, had maybe one friend max. I felt lost.. I needed something to
take my mind off of it all. Now we've all heard MMMBOP, and I admit that it's a horrible song, but the happiness of it caught my
attention and the line "...You go through all the pain and strife, then you turn your back and they're gone so fast..." really stuck.
So I collected the pictures and put them on my walls, bought up everything I could. The internet wasn't too extensive tat that
time, but I found and read all I could. They helped me forget and made me smile. It was my diversion and my understanding that
helped me to connect with those "high and mighties." The whole purpose of this is to let those of you who judge know that
you're always wrong. There is a reason to every action, always something more to be seen. So stop, ask, think, and listen. Save
your judgment and try to understand they why's instead of assuming.
PS. Hanson tours soon! Heck yes. Don't judge me for I am not ashamed.
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