Oh hey, didn’t see you there. No wait, I totally did. Trust me, you’re not even the slightest bit discreet about how often you check out IYBC for updates. And I mean, as flattering as it is that my meticulously thought out posts are actually being read by a slew of readers, it is frustrating beyond belief the extent that some of you have taken this. Granted, a Web-log is after all a publicly accessible cyber space, and everyone has every right to click onto wherever they wish, it still doesn’t give any of you the right to misinterpret, misread and then misinform the masses as to the meaning of said Blog. Seriously, I will say this right now; without sounding too narcissistic, too pretentious or even too ego-centric, my life is (unfortunately) too important for these petty games you play. Yes, I take time out of my day to post things about my life on IYBC, both intimate and not, but it’s meant for my friends and those genuinely interested in seeing the world through my eyes. For the rest of you unfortunate souls who clearly have nothing more productive to do then to misconstrue what you see on these arbitrary blogs, I sympathize. Maybe you should take my girlfriend’s advice and start your own blog; it should surely give you something semi-productive to fill your pathetic void of a life with.
I can confidently say I am much too busy living my amazing life to take time out of it to deal with everything coming out from your ever-dirty snitch mouth. Again, you have every right to read the ever so interesting posts about Fashion, Music and my wonderful friends, but for you to make it your goal in life to see the demise of the person that is me, is pathetic, uncalled for, and sad, and like I said, seriously I do not have time for it. Hit me up sometime in May maybe? I should have a less demanding schedule then, and can take time to try and comprehend your useless muses. But for now, just please do yourself, and everyone who has the misfortune of being around you, a favor: worry about your own life.
For the rest of you who still go out of your way to find my office on campus and (continue to) run your mouths about my life, I seriously dare any single one of you cowards to hit puberty, grow some balls, and say any of the things you so easily blurt out to your friends, to my face. I seriously dare you.
Yes, the life of a Local Celebrity isn’t one that I asked for, but I’ve been given the honor thanks to certain individuals. And honestly, its too bad that you must constantly scrutinize and bring down those amazing individuals who decide to stick with me and continue to be my friend, despite what the rest of you useless & ignorant people are saying, but really, it just highlights your desperate attempts at bringing me down, and I only wish you one thing…
I wish that you too can find the peace that God offers, and can finally begin to let go of the bitterness. Let go of the useless grudges, and begin to take life for what it really is; a grain of salt. In the meantime, read this, muddle amongst yourselves and conspire some more. I’ll be, as usual, busy living my (much fabricated) life, and praying for you.
I thought this was supposed to be 15 minutes of fame, but clearly thats not the case. This is no longer some joke about being in the limelight, its the real thing now. And I’m ready to take it head on. God blessed me with an amazing support structure. Sure, it took some trial-and-error for it to be concrete and finalized, but I got it now. I’ve finally figured out who’s here to stay and be there no matter what happens. So hit me with your best.
Love & Prayers,
Your Biggest Competition
