So today we celebrated our third anniversary (even though it was on the 17th) because I was in Mexico on that day, Puerto Vallarta to be exact. We made pancakes for breakfast and I put together a picnic lunch and we ate in the park and walked around and then we came home and hung out then made spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread and watched Sorcerer's Apprentice because that was the first movie we watched together and then he goes "I want to give you your gift but I need twenty minutes." So I go "...Oh...kay..." and I go wait in the car and watch Gilmore Girls and holy shit they're filming at The Sea Sprite Motel in Redondo Beach, my FUCKING BACKYARD as a kid and I'm like we're basically related now and then he comes and gets me and I'm looking around the house going "Well nothing's changed...and it's definitely still a mess" and he goes "You can sit there" and he sits in his chair and he picks up his acoustic guitar. So I'm like staring at him and he starts playing and I recognize the tune. It's "Amber" by 311, our song, and it's so beautiful and I'm so excited and he starts singing. Singing. I have never heard him sing before. Ever. I sing all the time. I sing along to songs, I sing in the shower, I sing when I have my headphones in, even when other people are around, I don't care, I have a terrible voice, whatever, I fucking sing that shit. I have been with my boyfriend for thee years. And I have never heard him sing. And he's fucking singing. And it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. And he stops playing and he looks at me bashfully and he goes "Sorry that was bad, I'm nervous." So then I say "Why have I never heard you sing..." and he proceeds to explain that he's super shy about it and self-conscious, like so much so that he would lock himself in his closet so no one heard him, and he always makes sure there's other noises going on just in case people walking by would hear him. And this story broke my heart. He has an amazing voice, he's so incredibly talented, but even if he wasn't, who cares? If he likes to sing, sing. Don't be ashamed, don't be timid and shy. You need to own that shit. And that's exactly what I told him. And then I made him play it two more times. My point/moral of the story, is you are all gifts to this world. In some form or another. Whether other people see it or not, you have so much to offer. Even if you're the only one who thinks so. Own your shit, people. If you like to sing but you suck at it, you own at sucking at singing. Don't be ashamed. Because who cares? Do what makes you happy. And be good at it.
Unless of course it's murdering people. In which case don't murder people. That's illegal. And downright awful. Use a different outlet. Like we just watched Little Shop of Horrors and you can be like Steve Martin's character, the dentist. He liked screwed up shit and he channeled it through the art of dentistry. Or be like Dexter and kill only bad people. Whatever. I don't know. Shut up. It was just so beautiful, hearing him sing. It was like I was seeing my boyfriend for the first time. It was unbelievable.