The problem with Typewriter Tuesday is that sometimes you write a nice page of steaming dog shit. You can’t post that on the internet!

Well, another problem I have here on my hands, is that I feel sick to my blue little heart. I just couldn’t go to sleep without writing some words to annoy the world to sleep.

I think if we all look a little deeper, and a little closer to our childhoods, and who we actually are at our core – we are a little bit dorkier than we would ever admit.

I mean, hey, people can lose their cool when they meet me, and in a way, I get it, but like, I want the world to see me for how normal I actually am – just a sad, little, over appreciative Aries, Jesus man.

I’m sitting here, after midnight, with my little gut, and cheeto fingers, thinking about the fact that I am the exact same person I was in middle school.

A guy named James Rolfe makes Youtube Videos called The Angry Video Game Nerd, and I’ve been watching him since I was ten. I don’t have any of the friends I had when I was ten, besides him.

And years go by, and you fall in love, and years go by, and you are alone. But in a very sincere way, I am just that ten year old kid, whose got some friends, some love/creative interests, isn’t a great student, and just wants to drink cola and watch his video game Youtube show in peace.

That’s all of who I am in my heart. That’s as cool of a person as I really am. I have met thousands and thousands of people from all over the world, and I’m a unique, kind (occasionally interesting) person. 

Nobody is saying I am better than anyone, but I can believe I am. I am smart enough to know it is not important to be important. It is important to be the best of yourself.

And I’m so happy to just be myself.

Love yourself if nobody else does. You know how you need to be loved – maybe nobody else knows that. I know you know I love you, Ben.