I have absolutely no problem rooting against children, or their dreams.
I am not what they call, maternal.
The world is harsh!
These girls however, do not deserve to be rooted against.
Theyve clearly busted their asses and I hope they get everything they deserve, and more.
Im genuinely sorry, girls.
This guy has had probably the best month of his entire career.
It will literally never get better than this.
On Day 1, he immediately adds value to a massive, DraftKings deal announcement stream #DKPartner.
He even got 4 million views on a Twitter video!
(I didn’t fact check this but he wrote it in a blog.
Baby’s first viral video is always SO exciting, so I get it.)
The list goes on and on.
Why is he goading children into talking shit about me?
Why is he fighting so hard for my approval?
Guys like Tate love to play with their food.
Not in the ominous, killer way, but in the toddler way.
Control, and validation.
So, why target me?
To the days of adolescence, time on the schoolyard.
Something Tate might understand.
It was then, I remembered my very first kiss.
Shocked and appalled, as John was the weird/fugly/annoying kid in class, I loudly declared, EW!
I did NOT want to kiss John.
Word got back to fugly John, and he was extremely pissed.
Stomping around the blacktop, roaring like a dinosaur, the works.
They all obviously thought it was hilarious.
(In retrospect, the shades of true 90s bullying are hard to ignore.)
The boys cackled and the girls looked on in horror, while I immediately started screaming bloody murder.
I made the biggest scene you could ever imagine.
Teachers came running from all over, thinking surely someone mustve broken a bone.
Nope, just me, absolutely refusing to look like the girl who willingly kissed Fugly John.
I was NOT about to sacrifice this Kindergarten Reputation I had worked so hard to shape.
Ive been chasing that high ever since.
Its funny how sometimes these small moments in our lives can teach us lessons so many years later.
Looking back, its really shaped the person Ive become today.
Rise above it, or, ignore it.
They would be wrong.
I am always going to scream bloody murder.
It worked then, and its worked ever since.
What a trip down memory lane!
Im thankful for the memory of Fugly John, though.
Now I know exactly what Im dealing with.
Tate is just…obsessed with me.
Yawn, been there.
How did I not see it before?
The most CLASSIC case of hes mean to you because he likes you.
Awww Tate, honestly thats really sweet.
I always appreciate a fan.
Im bored of the dinosaur roar though, okay?
I promise, the boys will all be waiting to egg you on.
Ive got years of rage in the tank ready, and looking for an outlet.
Time to focus on the Blue Aces right now.
