“Where There is Love… I’ll Be There”
Jun 25, 2009 Current Events, I Forgot to Tag, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
Today is a sad day. (Or yesterday if you are in another place on the globe… or reading this on Friday)
I am heartbroken. Like, my heart hurts in my chest right now.
I have something important to say. I need to get it out. Sooo… If you don’t like it, then don’t ever in your life come back here again.
It is tacky and tasteless to talk shit about a person after they die. Especially when that person changed a good portion of my generations lives at one point or another. Especially less than 6 hours after they pass away. Especially when that person obviously had some sort of psychological issues related to the fact that he lived in a fishbowl from as far back as he could remember.
I get that many people dislike his eccentric and questionably inappropriate behaviors. I truly do. In fact, when all of the accusations came to light, I was angry. I had a hard time listening to his music with the same level of respect as before. Lets be real. I told jokes and talked shit. It took me a long time to really get past whatever I thought he may have done. I was more in disbelief than I could ever put into blog form because for all of my life for as far back as I can remember…
I idolized this man. I loved him. His music, his music, his music. His dance. His imagination in his videos. His talent. His heart.
I danced the Thriller dance. Like a pro. Billie Jean was most definitely not my lover. I Rocked with MJ all night. I didn’t stop til’ I got Enough. I told every one I knew to Beat It as often as it was applicable, and sometimes even when it wasn’t. I PYT’d on a regular basis. I checked with the (wo)Man in the Mirror. I mastered the moonwalk … and when the time came to hold hands with my neighbor … I did and sang every last word of We Are the World.
It is not funny to make jokes right now. It just isn’t. Like it or not, Michael Jackson was the King of Pop. He spent decades entertaining us. Inspiring us. Making us laugh. And love. And sing. And most of all … dance.
His music has a way of making you happy. I can’t think of one single MJ song that I don’t turn up as loud as I can when I hear it. (Okay maybe just a couple) But you get my point. When I work out, I always start my run with PYT. That song can take me from meltdown moment to a whole new me just by hearing it. Ask any one of my girls that were in Nashville.
PYT is MY song. So is Dirty Diana. Heal the World. Black or White. Remember the Time. Blah. How do I even begin to list them all?!
I am not a bandwagon riding, renewed fan who is all of a sudden all MJ all the time because he passed. I have always been a fan of MJ. Even after the jokes and the odd things he did. Even after the court settlement. Even after he named his kid Blanket. (I mean, REALLY?! who names their kid that?!) I have honestly grown to feel sorry for him. Not like ‘awwwww’ feeling sorry. Because that is not even close to it. I just couldn’t imagine a life like that. I have no idea what it would have felt like to put a pair of his shoes on. I couldn’t imagine living in the kind of fishbowl he had spent his whole life living in.
What I do know is that Micheal Jackson having everything anyone could have ever possibly dreamed of wanting is real life proof that it doesn’t buy happiness.
So do me a favor. Please. Don’t bother leaving your negative ass opinion. Or your sick joke.
Instead, close your eyes and try to think of at least one moment in your life where one of his songs made you happy. Where it gave you that pep in your step. Where you grabbed a hairbrush and sang “Don’t stop til you get enough” as if you were him. In concert. Hold that memory with you. Right next to your heart.
Because above all, beyond anything, all he ever wanted was to give you that.
If you feel like it, share your favorite MJ song/video… and if it has a memory attached… I would love to hear it.
Tags: death, inspiration, joke, love, michael jackeson, music
April Fool THIS!
Mar 31, 2009 DUH, Family, Friendship, Parenting, Random, Relationships, Wicked Wisdoms
I hate April Fool’s Day.
I don’t think practical jokes are funny. Anymore anyway.
When I was younger, I used to look for anything and every way to play practical jokes on my parents. I used to get a kick out of stressing them the fuck out. I swear I am the sole reason as to why my parents have grey hairs.
I remember one time, I decided that I would have my friends brother call my mom and pretend that he was a police officer. He proceeded to tell her that I had been involved in some illegal activity, and that he couldn’t go into details on the phone. He told her that he needed her to come down to the station.
I could hear my mom fucking yelling through the reciever. Then, my dad got on the phone.
“You tell her that she can sit her fucking ass in jail until she sees the judge. We will NOT be coming to pick her up.”
(I was literally rolling on the floor laughing at this point. If you have ever met my dad, when he gets mad, he *l i t e r a l l y* gets purple. So I could totally see his bugged out purple face.)
“Sir, I am going to need you to come down here so I can discuss the severity of the charges.”
(I am surprised that he could even keep a straight face while he listened to whatever it was that my dad had to say.)
“Mmmhm, I understand. Okay, that is fair. I will come to you. What is the address? See you soon.”
(Fuck.)
So we decide to go and reveal the joke in person. I swear it was gonna be less of a drama situation than that. Of course I was like 15… so what did I know about seeing things from all angles? We pull up, and there my dad is. Standing on the porch. Purple as fuck.
Obviously this was not planned correctly. Obviously he was not in a police car. He was in a Honda.
Imagine the walk of shame that I was on at this point.
“In jail, huh?” My dad asked.
“Uhhh. April Fools?” (it wasnt even April)
“Looks like the joke is on you. You are grounded.”
(Fuck.)
Turns out, my dad saw through my bullshit. He told my friends brother calmly to bring me home. And, when he walked his goofy ass up to the porch with me, my dad grabbed him by the throat and explained something to him that no one else heard and that he will probably never ever forget.
What I didn’t see was that my mom was a hot hysterical mess. And that shit wasn’t funny. Jokes like this almost always get taken too far. That is why I hate jokes. I made it very clear to everyone around me that I was not interested in any part of the April Fools Day pranks. I better not have anything taped or glued or missing off of my desk.
That is all I have to say about that.
Are you a prankster?
What is the best joke you have pulled off? Worst?
Do you fall for pranks easily???
Tell me one time someone got you really good.
Oh. And go wish PQ a Happy Birthday.
Tags: april fools day, illegal, jail, joke, parents, phone, police, PQ, practical joke, walk of shame
