Wishing someone a “happy birthday” feels very gaslight-y. We all know that after 27 each year somehow gets progressively worse. The days go slow but the years come fast. Not even sure how that is possible until I look around. I look around to see where I am in relativity to where I thought I would be. -It’s not great. When I was young I used to dream of buying a G Wagon, now I hope I get hit by one.
Every time I try talk about my disdain in the human experience, on MY social media… the same social account I spent my entire youth creating, all my time curating, all my blood sweat and tears building, selling my soul for likes, pesos, and “gifts in exchange for posts”… I get eviscerated by people telling me I’m not grateful… Kindly fuck all the way off! If you came to MY PAGE seeking toxic positivity, sorry bestie but I am not going to fuel your delusions to make you feel comfortable. I’m not negative nor pessimist but self-aware and a realist. Seeing the world so clearly is both a blessing and a curse. -And in this political climate, the glass is empty babe, the world is melting and the people are parched… and I am not going to camouflage that for you.
The only time when the online bandwagon of “Grateful Groupies” takes a break from harassing me is when I pose with a skateboard. It’s like an unwritten rule that they get the day off while the “LA locals” get pulled from the bench to chastise me. Do you have to be Michael Jordan to play a game of pick-up basketball at the park? Do you have to be Michael Phelps to enjoy swimming at the hotel pool? Then why the fuck do people lose their tiny-little-peanut-minds when I bring out my skateboard? I am aware that I am not Tony Hawk, but can’t I just enjoy risking my life, with bare minimum health insurance, and poor body coordination, while I learn (at an old age) to skateboard - in peace? -And can’t I spend my birthday unrecognized for being born because it’s too triggering? Here I am with a skateboard, the inbox is open for your hate, trolls.
Brett Dreissig | @sektual