Last night I went to see my favorite band, The Cure. It was an incredible, nonstop three hour rollercoaster riding through a catalog that is decades old. For a band that’s been killing it for more than 45 years, they showed no signs of slowing down and proceeded to play at 100% for three straight hours.
At one point I looked around at the packed arena and felt something strange. My love for this band was a joke and a reason to be bullied and made fun of when I was younger; now there are thousands of people packing themselves into arenas to sing along. Back then I felt isolated and alone, but last night as I looked around I realized that I’m not alone and I never was.
Feelings are not facts, and the bullies don’t get to win. You’re not alone. You never were.
Never forget that I love you, and that excludes no one.