me: it’s been exactly one year since the groundbreaking release of the forever refreshing, colourful and energetic bop aju nice, the masterpiece created by a self-producing group of 13 young men who perfectly captured the essence of summer and the inexplicable wonder that cradles a first love. it’s also been exactly one year since this godsend of a group did NOT receive a win for their relentless efforts, despite the summer song being a complete sensation not just within the nation, but around the globe, garnering mass attention due to its hard hitting beat, eccentric build up near the chorus, diverse range in vocals, and its sharp yet fluid choreography. prior to the release of this flavourful arrangement, the boy group blissfully scored their first ever music show win with another *insert 10 thousand adjectives* bop labelled as “pretty u” which was deemed as their big break and a chance for them to truly express the seventeen style that CANNOT ❌ BE 🗣 COPIED 💎 though their hot streak was possibly expected to continue, aju nice did not receive a win, resulting in one of the world’s biggest mysteries, and here, on this elegant summer’s day, i say to thee, NEVER 👏 STOP 👏 SHOWERING 👏 THEM 👏 IN
You know, I used to be one of those people that was always like “Ugh, America is a shithole, blah blah blah”. Honestly, I’m so glad I grew out of that thinking, because it accomplishes nothing.
Like…take a fucking look around. We have our share of shit, yeah–who doesn’t? But we’ve also got it a lot better than many other places. At least it’s not literally illegal to be LGBT. As a woman, I can vote, drive, and basically do whatever the hell I want with my life, so long as it’s legal. And at least we’re not living under a genuine fascist like the people in North Korea, and are just stuck with a babbling idiot for 4 years until Oprah runs for president and saves us all (we’ve already survived Reagan and Bush², so I think we’ll be okay). Our Netflix list (crappy as it may have become recently) is still like three times as long as everyone else’s, because we’re not as aggressive with our censorship against artists and filmmakers.
Are there places that are better? Probably. But this is what we’ve got. Don’t take it for granted, okay? Even a filthy toilet is still better than no toilet at all.
You turn away from pouring yourself a drink to face your grandmother, who is smiling at you. "Thor?” you ask. She nods, and you smile softly to yourself. “Yeah, he is."
"He’s telling your great grand-father quite some stories.” She winks at you. “I just hope they’re all true."
You laugh. "Well considering we met when he was pulling me out of a pile of rubble, they probably are.” Your grandmother pats your shoulder gently and moves away to talk to your cousin. You watch her briefly before moving to the doorway leading to the living room.
Thor sits on the couch with your great-grandfather seated next to him and your father in the arm chair diagonal of him. He’s waving his arms somewhat wildly as he tells one of his wild stories-probably one from another one of the nine worlds by the way he seems to be speaking. You smile and turn away to go join your sister, not wanting to interrupt the moment.
As nervous as you were to bring an alien home to meet your family, you could not be happier.
To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.
I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.