A thought on Miz Cracker

Just for one empathetic second imagine this:

…

You’re life is SAVED by something.

It becomes the world to you. You put YOUR EVERYTHING into it. You grow and grow and get better. You make a name for yourself doing what you love.You become one of the best in your city. A BIG CITY.

And did I mention you love what you do? You love it. And something you enjoy equally as much? Helping others find themselves through what they love. You live to help those newer and younger then you. They take tips from you that you’ve acquired through your wisdom…

And you take tips from them that they’ve acquired by their youth….

And one of them? You become close friends with. Real close. And you know what? You also happen to look alike. And maybe you don’t care.

…but it bothers them.

I mean, they are trying to make a unique name for themselves. You can’t blame them for not liking the comparisons. I wouldn’t. But it doesn’t make it hurt any less when those comparisons make your friend decide to distance themselves from you.

And your sensitive. So fucking sensitive. And losing a friend?

IT HURTS.

And big wounds leave big scars.

But you keep living. Keep doing what you love. What means the most to you -

YOUR GODDAMN ART.

And then one glorious day your art. Your livelihood. Your HAPPINESS -Is recognized by a popular talent competition. An incredible opportunity. A dream. A chance to make what gives you meaning and purpose last as a career for a LIFETIME!!! You are ready for the world to see you. The queen you’ve become.

But the first week… THE FIRST WEEK. Your friend. Your broken friendship. Your heartache. It’s put on public display. This is not what you came here to show. This is not the mindset you wanted to be in. And before you know it…

She tells the entire viewing public that you are a fake and a copycat. You’re friend who LEFT YOU. NO EXPLANATION. After you worked together. Helped each other. LEARNED FROM EACH OTHER.

You’re friend has now come out and told everyone that you

FAKED

YOUR

WAY

TO

WHERE

YOU

ARE.

And you are heartbroken. Obviously. And immediately your sensitive self second guesses everything you do. You aren’t yourself. The fun, joking, joyful self you know you can be. And you just can’t get your confidence back.

At least…

Not for the competition. You lose. And gosh it hurts cause you know you held yourself back. But a lot of good things came from the experience. Great things.

One of them being you and your friend have become close again. And now you wish her the best. You support her.

YOU ALWAYS HAVE.

Cut to months later when this entire competition experience airs…

And dammit

All those feelings come back.

And even though you were a popular front runner before the show started… many people still don’t get you. You still feel mediocre.

You still feel stuck in the shadow of someone who you spent time helping and supporting.

And of course you’re happy they won!!!!!!!!!!!

But that doesn’t mean the whole thing still doesn’t fucking hurt.

At least… maybe that’s how I would feel.

(Ps. Super happy for Aquaria. She deserved it and I love how she’s grown. SO DONUT COME FOR ME ITS JUST A THOUGHT TRY EMPATHY KAREN)