Don't Look at Me

I've been home for just over a week now, and while it's been one of the best Christmases ever, I've run into about everyone I ever knew growing up.

and I've had only 2 different conversations.

Version #1:

Person: So what have you been doing?
Me: Well, I just went on tour with a musical. It wasn't huge but it was really fun and...
Person (interjecting): OH I KNOW! I've been reading your blog!! You're a CELEBRITY! I am so proud of you.
Me: **turning red and embarrassed at the insignificance of my life yet flattered by the compliments**

Version #2:

Person: So what have you been doing?
Me: Well, I just went on tour with a musical. It wasn't huge but it was really fun and...(waiting for them to cut me off with aforementioned celebrity talk)...and well...actually I shouldn't undermine my achievements, I've actually been really successful since graduating. I feel blessed. The tour was great and I worked with some really famous people, but I'm so glad to be back in Manhattan...New York City...living the dream.
Person: So...you're unemployed now...are you waiting tables?
Me: **turning red trying so hard to not punch them and put their meek existence into place**

 The thing is America, I've realized no matter how famous I (inevitably) become, there are just some people who aren't going to want you (the proverbial "you") to succeed. No matter how much you wave your brand new, sparkling white iPhone 4S (SUCK IT BLACKBERRY) and assure them that their life is JUST as important and inspiring as yours...

they're going to want to bring you down.

And to that I say:

I love you Frankenmuth. You birthed me and raised me and taught me everything I know...until Northwestern taught me everything else I know...

and together, the two of you have taught me that some people are just one big C.

and I'm kicking your ASS at words with friends,

TJB: Making It