Ah, Growing Up
I love my country. I really do. I don't claim to be the expert here, but I know I can rightly say this at a time, nay, an era where things just keep going to the shitter. Because love wouldn't back down or run away when the wrong people do the wrong things. Love wouldn't back down because things are hard. Love would, and thank goodness in America
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And by THANK YOU I really mean it.
I mean, THANK YOU.
THANK YOU for NOT being a conservative Christian with a bottle of booze in your backseat, a couple of "save-the-babies" stickers on your bumper and "gay" as your most frequented adjective even in high school in the redneck, racially charged, quasi-retarded south.
THANK YOU for frequently voicing your support of ho-mo-sex-u-als in a closed minded system.
THANK YOU for still managing to be cooler than everyone else around you and astounding me with your ability to function with a brain and beauty without "I heart Jesus" stapled to your ass.
THANK YOU for voicing your opinion on the disarray around America. (Gawd, thanks for noticing. Sometimes I think I'm the only one.)
THANK YOU for staying in this country and endeavoring onward so that one day both diversity and dramatic arts have a place in a fast-paced, sports-obsessed system that has no idea how much it needs you.
THANK YOU for liking Rilo Kiley ... because DAMN they're the shit ... and I met Blake last time they were in Atlanta and drove him to Kroger. (*Good story, remind me sometime.*)
THANK YOU for helping me be the person I am today: hating the deep-fried Mars bar, envying the French, realizing that American culture corroded my thinking (and my arteries), and still managing to make time to whistle Disney.
THANK YOU for never forgetting me. Your senior letter my last year of high school meant soo much to me. I had no idea how hard the next year would be for me. Knowing that you and Julia and your crew manage to make it somehow helped everything be okay.
I've always wanted to let you know what a positive influence you've been in my life and how glad I am to have figured things out. I never could've done it without the positive forces of you and your friends. Even indirectly your endurance inspired me after a really hard time coming to terms with everything.
You do make a difference. A social dynamic doesn't change within a nation of stupidity with sudden force as much as it does in a quiet motion, one being at a time. You, as one, affect many.
With affection,
A n d r e a
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