I am so freaking lucky. I am. My life is good. I have incredible friends and family, I am doing exactly what I want to be doing with my life, and I am sooo full of awesome and win that it positively leaks from my aura sending off waves of awesome to everyone around me. So, in fact, I am so awesome that I am making others around me more awesome by being around them. Yep.
First, before we go any further, you need to watch this so you can get some jokes.
Now you know, the honey badger don’t give a shit.
So back to me telling you why I am awesome.
No matter how hard I try, I don’t really fit in. I never have. I am too weird. I mean, I know it seems like it would take a lot of effort to be this strange, but I have always made an effort to be less strange. I never works. My strangeness leaks out. It made really hard to feel completely comfortable in my own skin or at work. I would try so hard to be politically correct and not be so mouthy. I just can’t do it.
I am a writer now. I am so like the honey badger, minus the gross snake eating. “Look at Selina, she is laughing too loud and making a joke when she should be pretending to be serious. Look at that she is never quite dressed appropriately for the situation. The Selina don’t give a shit.”
Being a writer is like a license to be exactly who I am without shame or fearing that people won’t like me. Dude, I am Selina Scott the writer. I am a good person. I do my best to be good to people. I can be as weird as I naturally. It is okay I am supposed to be strange. It is part of my job. I am am living the freaking dream.
I have been a bit drunk with the power of it actually. I can be myself. I don’t have to try to pretend to be normal. MWAHAHAHAHA <— evil scientist laugh. The people who love and care about me, love me and care about me just like I am? The people who don’t or wish I was different won’t ever accept me, so I don’t have to try and please them? And I get to write? Living. the. Fucking. Dream.