32 years ago my brother got his first little sister. I wish I could sit here and write about all the wonderful things that have happened over the last 32 years and all the lives I've touched and people I've saved. But, nah. There's not really anything special about my 32 years. I made it this far, I guess that's pretty cool.
Do birthday's even matter anymore? It seems that each year they just become less and less important. Why were they such a huge deal as a kid? Truly, it's no different from any other day of the year. Well, except for me (and Ashten <- happy birthday to her!
), because today is also Tupac's birthday. I can already see some of you rolling your eyes, or clicking on that red X up there in the corner (or where ever it is on a Mac). But that has always been a big deal to me.
Growing up, it was just me and my brother. We only had each other. So of course, I followed his lead with everything. This included music and if you were an adolescent/teen of the 90's you know that was the best time for all music, especially rap. I took one of his 2pac cassettes one day, listened to it over and over, fell in love, and felt like a badass. I was in 6th grade at this time. 7th and 8th grade is when the obsession got serious, everyone knew that I was THE die hard 2pac fan. Let's take a moment to talk about where I lived and what kind of school I went to. I lived in Newton, MA - the south side - which is predominantly rich jewish white kids. They were all obsessed with people like Tori Amos, with their Limited Too jeans, Adidas Sambas and J Crew sweaters. And then there was me. The poor, non-jewish white girl with baggy pants, bandanas, and non-stop talk of 2pac.
In 9th grade, the worst thing that I thought could ever happen to me, did. Tupac died. I wish there was a video of my reactions, or some words to explain to you truly what happened. But basically, I LOST MY SHIT. This is where it gets kinda funny. But seriously, I fucking lost it. Screaming crying, hysterical all day in school for days, crying in classes. I was a mess. Can we stop and remember that I was a 13 year old girl so I had no control over my emotions or what real life meant and that's why I truly thought this was the end of my world? Yea.
So per usual when a celebrity dies, they become plastered onto every magazine cover you can think of. And that is when I saw it. Tupac Shakur 6/16/71 - 9/13/96...... OMG WE HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY! *cue more hysterical tears* because WE WERE OBVIOUSLY MEANT TO BE TOGETHER AND NOW HE'S JUST DEAD!
So over the years, as I got older, my obsession faded. My love never did, but I most certainly calmed the fuck down. But every year around my birthday I can't help but reminisce all those middle school and high school years that so deeply revolved around him. Every year around my birthday, I bump him through my headphones a little more often than usual and I get incredibly nostalgic.
Happy Birthday to my first celebrity obsession crush, rest in paradise and peace forever, Tupac.
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even a genius asks questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
There's gonna be some stuff you're gonna see that's gonna make it hard to smile in the future
But through whatever you see, through all the rain and the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor
You've gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit.
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched
Sparkin the flame inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game...
I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears
KEEP YA HEAD UP.
For a little look inside this obsession, you can see ONE wall of my bedroom HERE
xo, Kelly Louise