Which is not how I roll.
Well, the procrastination part is how I roll.
But I normally never put off anything in order to plan to make it somewhat more entertaining to all you fine people. But if I've learned anything in this life so far, it's that the most improvised, chaotic, spontaneous, and sometimes completely ridiculous things turn out to be what makes it all worthwhile. So I'm going to flex my blogging muscles (no matter how stiff and neglected they may be) and write this sucker. It's gonna be like, a wherever the wind takes you sort of thing. Like Pocahontas. Oh, wait, she was talking about the colors of the wind or something, right? I probably watch an unhealthy amount of Disney movies considering I'm sixteen years old. Anyway, here we go.
Oh, great. Now this is all anti-climatic because I can't find a song on my ipod to inspire me to talk about...stuff. Lets try this again. I'm kind of tempted to just leave the blog at this and promise you that I'll write a better one tomorrow. Focus, Tarah. Focus.
Oh, I know.
I've been meaning to talk about the passing of Michael Jackson for awhile, but I've put it off (Surprise, surprise) because I've been worried about what other people think. I'll admit it. I was all up in other people's opinions for a second there. Because I'm paranoid that if I admit how much losing MJ has affected me, people will think I'm some sort of Thriller weirdo, when it's not really like that. I mean, I love MJ as much as the next person, Well, more. Definitely way more. But when people think of Michael Jackson, they think of his incredible music. They think of his legendary dance moves. I think about the things that went on behind the scenes, the things that broke him into so many painful pieces that he felt like he had to turn to something to numb the pain and lead him to what people are speculating to be the cause of his death.
And it really hurts me that he was so shattered beneath the surface. That's what practically tore me in half when I heard about his death. He was trying to deal with life the best way he knew how to, just like all of us.
It's so tragic that people focus so much on the negative that they can't see the bigger picture. Stop believing everything you hear. He was a person. With a heart. With a soul. He felt things, and he experienced things. If you were to go through half of what he did, you wouldn't have held up nearly as well as he did.
I want you to focus on all the ways you can relate to the King of Pop. We're all just trying to get through the tough stuff. And I hope this might slow you down before you're so quick to judge the way he lived his life. The truth is, the press blows everything out of proportion. They're out to destroy any vulnerable person they can get their claws on. We'll really never know anything about another person's life until we've lived it for them, so lets not pretend to have some insight into MJ's past. We need to realize that he was a broken person, but he was also an extraordinary performer and he had a kind of talent that is so scarcely seen anymore. We're so lucky to have been exposed to it. He brought hope to many, many people, and he deserves to be respected and remembered.
In the words of Jimmy Eat World, may angels lead you in, Michael.
So, on a lighter note, tomorrow will probably be a way lighter note because I'll have something to talk about other than what's been weighing pretty heavily on my mind lately. Way deep discussion.
Now, it's time for some Rod Stewart tunes. Maggie May makes everything better.
Later, guys!
Oh, I almost forgot:
Movie Quote of The Day:
I'm off like a dirty shirt!
- Duckie
Pretty in Pink
Yeahhh, man.
