It's not that ya boy is "full of contradictions" or whatever the phrase is. More like: I am consistent in my beliefs, but waver in what when I need to make my beliefs known. I've been pretty adamant in my disdain for the big evil TV conglomerate that starts with an N and I believe that they are a stain on society and will aid in our ultimate downfall. I also value peace in my home and refuse to take out my anxiety over this particular N-word out on my immediate loved ones. So if they want to drive an hour to visit a garish overpriced life-sized commercial to all products N-word, then I'm gonna do it, and I'm gonna plaster a smile on my face, even though I know in the back of my mind that I could've done something to save humanity in this small way and I didn't. The small way is gonna cause strife in my small life, among the people I care about most. I can't blame them for not sharing my beliefs either, as they are my own and no one else's.
Most importantly, it wasn't ya boy's birthday, and I'm not gonna shit on anyone's birthday plans, especially not a kid's.
Let the record show on this blog, however, that I thought the our Netflix House experience was, at best, extremely discomforting. For ya boy. Everyone else had a great time.
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