Friday, May 16, 2008 ; 10:08 PM
I want you to understand one thing.
I am a cheerleader for the underdogs.
Blacks. Gays. Canadians. The small. The timid. The weak.
I always root for the little guy. Hell, my favourite soccer player is John O’shea, he doesn’t get much action.
The rants I go off on aren’t for the "mats". I hope you know that.
They’re for the mothers who get 3 hours of sleep in order to make breakfast for their kids.
They’re for the gay kids who haven’t told a soul.
They’re for the women who sacrifice social lives so their kids won’t have to repeat that cycle.
They’re for the girls who throw up, not to be skinny, but so they have some sense of control.
They’re for the meek and embarrassed acne scarred faces.
I don’t know what you are. I only know what is right for me.
I have never told, said or promoted anyone to quit their jobs or drop out of school. I make a point to say this now. Please, get an education. The best investment you can make is in yourself.
If what makes you a full and happy person is getting that degree, do it.If being the best mother makes you smile at the end of the day, do it.
If lifting weights and doing pushups makes you have a nice sleep, do it.
If covering metal songs with your band makes you feel like a fucking artist, yo, get it on.
Just do something, because there are plenty of people in this world doing nothing. I don’t give a fuck what your job is. I don’t care what course you take in your freaking polytechnic. I know miserable, hateful, small and insecure "professionals" with expensive educations. And I know some of the most generous, faithful and compassionate people who sit behind desks in offices making calls. See, its not about what you have..It’s about what you're willing to give.
If you are the harvesters, the tourists, the takers, the ones who climb over the weak to "get theirs"..well, then you can get fucked in my book.But if you are the givers, the shoulders, the extended hands..You have my adoration.
Just because you choose a more traditional path doesn’t make you wrong. It just means that more people pat you on the back and tell you you're doing a great job. And that’s fine. Perfect, if that makes you smile at the end of the night. You don’t need me to cheer you on; you have enough people in your section. But see, I rant for the underdogs. The ones who choose a different path. One that is looked down upon, scoffed at and called 'irresponsible'.Because I’m sick of meeting so many faces full of insecurity and regret because no one believes in their dreams and no one ever told them the words of encouragement they so desperately crave.
Sure, you're right, I’ll admit I can’t write my way out of a paper bag. I’m just a spaz and a criminal who never learned how to keep his mouth shut. But see, I don’t mind much..because after the football players, fans and yuppies have their evening, I am still here, sitting in the cheap seats and screaming to the kids who clean the field, "i fucking believe in you."
And I’ll keep putting my sloppy and uneducated words in blogspot and fanzines for all the kids who don’t get the hugs, high fives and pats on the back.
Because there are still kids who believe in me.
keep on li/loving,
zul-
Staring blankly ahead;
Just making my way through the crowd