This Is It

I'd like to take this moment to take back every negative thing I have ever said about Michael Jackson in my life. I'm serious, every molester joke, every mickey mouse nose joke, every "I pretend I'm white but was born black" joke. I take it ALL BACK. Last night Sara and I went to the Michael Jackson movie, and it moved me. I am looking into taking some adult dance classes here because that movie gave me the urge to DANCE! Jackson, RIP, was a flippen musical genious. I mean, I always knew this, ever since my first performance to Smooth Criminal when I was 8, and we all know my love for Thriller. I had just forgotten how damn good he was because I, like most of the world, let myself get distracted by petty things like child rape and what not. You know what, I wouldn't be suprised if the children came on to Michael, they probs seduced him. Someone should check into that. What child wouldn't like an adult friend with an amusement park in their backyard, or a monkey that walks around the house? It's tempting to me even. So there I was, sitting in the theatre being entranced by the whole thing-almost to tears that this amazing concert will never happen. And then some girls behind us start to clap. Oh that's kinda cute I think, it's like we are at a concert. And then they clapped after the next song, starting to get annoying but whatever they're into it. And then they started to Woo. And Woo somemore. I'm starting to get agitated if you can imagine. And then they started to sing along to every single song. And they managed to ruin the wonderful experience I was having. If I wanted to hear fat girls sing along to Michael Jackson I would have gone to karaoke night at the Norfolk bowling alley. Needless to say, the finale of the movie is a blur to me because I was so irratated, I spent the remainder of the moive huffing loudly, and constantly turning around to the rude girls who thought they were at a MJ concert. Perhaps this behavior would have been more appropriate like the day after the movie opened, on a Saturday night showing at like midnight. But certainly not at the 7:00 o'clock showing on a Thursday after the movie had already been played for at least two weeks. Simply ridiculous. As we left the theatre Sara politely asked me not to cause a fuss and risk myself getting into a fight. I obeyed, especially when I saw these "girls" were actually women. Looked to be about 35 ish.
So remember how I said I get told I look like people all the time? Still happens about once a week, so today I heard these little high school boys mumbling under their breath and then all look at me.
"What are you guys talking about me?" I asked, immediately thinking I had some food on my face or something gross.
"He says you look like someone he knows."
Oh cute, they have a crush, I bet they think I look like Megan Fox, I get that one all the time...
"You look like my friend's mom."
I can't describe what I felt at that moment. I started to wish they had even said Drew Barreymore, or hell at this point I would have taken Kathy Griffin. Not really, but thats close to how I felt.
"Well, I've never heard that one before." I said through tears.
"Ya, only his mom is a little smaller."
Dig the knife a little deeper, thanks, feels great.