LINK: i wanna be… you
Currently listening to: Piece of Me – Britney Spears
I’m Miss American Dream, since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon’ put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me? (You want a piece of me?)
Is imitation the sincerest form of flattery?
Nah, I think it’s creepy AF (specially for adults).
I’ve never been comfortable with people trying to copy me. What I value is genuineness. I respect people who are willing to be themselves (within reason, like you can’t be complete dipshit).
When I was younger, I wanted so badly to fit in, to be like the other kids. But everything I’ve lived through, every setback, every solemn moment, shaped who I am now. No one else can replicate my experiences. Just as I could never fully understand or duplicate yours. Our lives aren’t interchangeable.
If I only surrounded myself with people who thought exactly like me, dressed like me, spoke like me, I might feel a twinge of validation but I also wouldn’t evolve. I wouldn’t learn. If I wanted that, I’d clone myself and drive me and my clone nuts.
I wanna hear people’s stories. Their struggles. Their successes. Their truths. Their unspoken thoughts. Their perspectives, especially when they challenge my own. Otherwise, I might as well lock myself inside an echo chamber.
HBU?
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