If you are seeing a deluge of Green Day reblogs on your dash, that is my fault. I queued a lot of them. A LOT. Of them. In what I can only describe as post-gig induced hysteria. It is like 2:40 AM and I SHOULD sleep because there’s one more day of Osheaga to go, and there are bands I want to see on Sunday!! I am Going to see RAYE! I came to the festival literally only for her! But then also I rediscovered my love for Green Day, I’d forgotten how this was one of the first guitar bands I’d ever been exposed to (/English pop music I’d ever paid much attention to?) They didn’t play this, but 21 Guns, a little performance, way back in 2011 or 2012, I can’t even remember now. That, to discovering power chords aged 13 (as you do), to the downtuning and Dookie. To Billie’s frank discussions of sexuality and mental health. To both, Green Day’s unadorned rage to unbridled joy. From all the love Billie has to show and how he wasn’t afraid of being an atypical boy. How his refining of what a man can be helped me redefine and become comfortable in what I as a girl could be. Billie on his own terms? Me on my own terms. ‘I found out what it takes to be a man, my mom and dad will never understand’, but we did! He did it for himself, but what it meant to us!
Billie continues to redefine America for me. I’m not American, so I can’t even imagine how much more this must mean to American Green Day fans. I keep thinking back to those American Idiot photoshoots, the band with the green-tinted US flag behind them in the pictures and the music video, those shoots of the band sat together, wrapped up in the American flag. Many musicians have tried the patriotic route, most have failed. Spice Girls Union Jack? Cringe. Noel’s Union Jack guitar? Meh. If anything, a bit confusingly contradictory. Most bands trying to do the American flag these days. 👀 is the most common reaction. But not with Green Day. They continue to be the defiant laser pointer dragging your eyes away from other interpretations of the flag. As time goes on, I find myself thinking about how the only positive representations left of this flag, the ones I want to see, remain sports/Olympics and by Green Day. Rejects all-American indeed ✊❤️
And so here I am, rambling at 3 AM. Sorry. I’m queuing this too, so that the spam apology comes when the posts are flowing and not at 3 AM now, but I’m going to hold this experience close and cherish it and go to bed before the light comes up. Long day tomorrow, and I’ll upload the videos when I’m back home. Hope you’re enjoying the Green Day spamming, haha. I feel like I’m 13 again, in the best possible way. Viva Green Day! 💚
i think the best way to explain how anxiety works to someone who doesn’t have it is with what i call the stoplight dilemma. almost every single time i’m the first car at a red light waiting for it to turn green, my brain likes to chime in with a fun little thought train of “what if red means go. what if you learned it completely wrong in drivers ed and red means go. what if you’re stupid and mixed up the colors. what if the cars behind you are wondering what kind of idiot is sitting in front of them not going through the red light. what if you’re making people mad. you’re making people mad just by sitting here you have to do something about this” and i’m just sitting there like jesus christ dude chill i’m pretty sure green means go. and then at the very next red light it starts all over again
being Fully Aware that each and every thing you start to overthink is completely irrational really doesn’t help much when it comes to anxiety because your brain will spit it all at you no matter how much you say to yourself that it’s irrational. and what’s even worse is if you already have confidence issues due to previous instances of constantly being told you were wrong when you were pretty sure you had it right because then you Really can’t be sure of anything you think. it’s a vicious cycle and no amount of “yes brain i know this is stupid can we move on” can really get rid of it
dreaming of an even slightly extended miracle aligner mv. fighting for the day we get the entire unedited bad habits and unseen footage. actually just run the eycte tour back again. why can’t these losers be more like oasis. well not really .but um. i mean. when can they come back aggaiiinn … sax solo….
I think the mood of my late 20’s is just “I hate you. I could spit on you. I’m going to bite you. You’re so blatantly dumb you might forget how to breathe. So instead I’ll just roll my eyes and walk away while you sit and choke in a puddle of your own spit-able behavior” and like. Honestly healthier
okay and last here’s The Killers set. (stitched vid also up on youtube bc yk it’s long. and the vid that’s purely somebody told me)
i died. was deceased and came back with a vengeance bc i finally got to see the killers. i would have recorded mr brightside but they played it as an encore and i was already mid religious experience.
I have to lead this stupid fucking call at work today and I literally feel like I’m going to throw up from nerves when it’s not even that deep god take my suffering and give it to literally anyone else
ya know it’s honestly funny and weirdly comforting when my friends call me a fake gremlin or green tea bitch because like despite that they still love me and like having me around
i try not to let it get to me but the knowledge i am always going to be The Stupid One in every situation i’m in just…really, really sucks. sigh. oh well. i stay silly :3c
“You’re seventeen how busy could you possibly be that you didn’t see your grandmas text” “I was with my friends??” “I know how you guys are you’re always on your phones while hanging out that’s no excuse” - an actual exchange with my father just now