It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.
When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody notices, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.
But what if you helped hoist the sun into the sky? And then the sun was all like, omg, I did this all by myself, isn’t that awesome??? And you’re like, yeah that’s great, but I kind of had a part here, too.
But no, the sun never recognizes you. And the sun being in the sky is such a big deal that if you were to say AHEM then everyone would think you were trying to ride the sun’s coat tails and that’s really not the truth, you just want some damn recognition for the part you played.
But instead the sun thanks the sky, and the universe, and the moon, and that pigeon over there (even though all that pigeon did was post on Facebook how much it admired the sun… and seriously??? The pigeon???) And somehow, never you.
Is it ok to be sad then? Or at least a little bit butt hurt?
I think I might’ve finally outgrown tumblr.