Remember the day Mark Hoppus walked across the stage to give me his Octopus shirt, and when the asshole next to me tried to grab it he said, “Sorry, dude. This one’s for the lady!” And remember afterward when they played Carousel, and I started singing too early, and he saw me, and smiled and shook his head? And remember how I’m still, until this day, wondering what made him direct his attention to me from all the way on his side of the stage when he just threw the shirts to everyone else? Remember how it’s the only thing I feel okay bragging about? And how it was the best day of my life? And how he’s my hero and I wouldn’t be who I am today without him? I’m telling you. I feel connections, literal connections, with people I haven’t met, and I swear to god I feel like Mark could sense that connection and the love and admiration I have toward him, and that’s why he wanted to make me the happiest girl in the world. Life can give you beautiful experiences sometimes.
Pathetic by Blink-182
Don’t pull me down, this is where I belong
I think I’m different, but I’m the same and I’m wrong
Don’t pull me down, this is where I belong
I think I’m different, this is where I belong
