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My store needs funds. It’s as simple as that. If you contribute to my Indiegogo campaign, you’ll receive cool stuff. Who wouldn’t like that?

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“I’m a challenge to your balance”06.07.12

An open letter to all my friends:

I like pressing buttons. No, not like. Love. LOOOOOOVE. There, I’ve admitted what you’ve probably suspected all along. I love being able to get your goat. Here I come again to cause trouble and make you all aggravated and mad at me. All those lovely negative emotions that we’re taught to be afraid of.

That’s what you think, isn’t it? That I’m being confrontational, angry, and aggressive. That I think I’m right and you’re just an idiot. Go ahead, you can admit it, that’s what you think (or have thought at some point in time, I’m an equal opportunity hater after all, there’s people out there who will tell you that).

Well, you’d be wrong.

Oh not about the button-pressing thing. I really do love pressing buttons. It’s why I have pink hair and why I don’t sugar coat the things I say to you. It’s why my kids don’t go to school and why sometimes I still use two spaces after a period. It’s why I no longer apologize (or feel guilty) when someone reads my words thinking I’m out to get them. It’s why I’m aggravated when people don’t fact check stupid crap before posting it on Facebook.

But I am not a hateful, spiteful, or angry person. I don’t hate anyone or anything. Even the people who have treated me badly, hurt, or abandoned me – I don’t hate them either.

I push those buttons because I want to push you out of your comfort zone. Make you shift your paradigms, question everything around you, and not take anything for granted. So you can make your choices on your own, using your own thoughts, and taking responsibility for your own actions. So you can keep learning about yourself and the rest of the world you live in.

I want you to come join me in a life where you can be yourself. It’s really a nice place once you’re used it, really. You stop worrying about what other people think, what they’ll say about you behind your back. Because guess what, conforming to what society expects of you isn’t going to keep the formehlyde out of your lungs once they go to embalm you.*

If you don’t get what I’m saying, if you only ever think I’m being mean, or I’m out to insult or humiliate you (which should realize just isn’t true) you only have one choice – figure out how to keep me from pushing your buttons. The easiest way, of course, is to place the blame all on me and go your merry way. Fine with me, you’re not the first person to turn me into the bad guy.

Or, you can search inside and contemplate just why I can press those buttons. Why is your goat so easy to get? Why is that hot button so easy for me to hit? If I were out and out wrong, you’d be able to refute me.

You think I don’t know what I’m talking about? I used to let every little thing everyone said bother me. 20 years ago I would have never had pink hair. That first shift, that first abandonment of what is expected of you by society, is the hardest of all. Once you realize, oh gosh the sky won’t fall, and the world won’t end, and I’ll know who my real friends are because those are the ones who know me for who I am – it is so much easier to live a life without regrets.

And that’s what I want for you. I want you to take your last breath with as little regrets as possible. I don’t want your last moments to be filled with “coulda, woulda, shoulda.” The #1 thing (drunk) women in their 40s say to me (in a bar bathroom)? “I wish I had the guts to have pink hair.”

YOU DO.

Live your life as if every minute is your last, because you don’t know when it will be up. Be true to yourself instead of trying to conform to this freakish politically correct world where everyone has to get along, where everyone has to be the same, where no one can debate. Surround yourself with people who don’t think like you do, so they can help you expand your mind and you can do the same for them. Embrace the deviations from the norm, whether it’s someone with tattoos, piercings, or pink hair – guess what, we all poop.

Figure out just why it’s so easy for me to push your buttons.

Because you know what? Once you figure that out, I won’t be able to push them anymore.

Namsate

*Unless, like me, you’re not going to be embalmed. But that’s not my point here.

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