So, what happened last Night, was me bumping into a person, who is very dear to me.
Basically, it was me against the rest of the world.
I went to the airport without knowing for sure he’d be coming in that day but I still went with high hopes, had my doubts along the way, wished for a while it wouldn’t happen for various reasons I won’t discuss openly but still sat there, letting two flights from London pass, ruled as unsuccessful. He came in on the third flight. And that’s when I saw all this bigotry and ugliness of the world crunched in two different kinds of people. There were the people who were taking pictures for a living and those who did it for the pure stupendously stupid sensation of meeting somebody famous. I stood in the middle, unsure of whether I should start crying or just start kicking everyone around me. I felt ashamed of even stepping up to him, let alone trying to get his attention, and that even though I sincerely do do do like this guy. There was not a single moment I didn’t feel the longing to just shoot everyone bothering him, and making sure he’s getting out of this mess safely. Truly, it was just a farce. There was absolutely NO regard of respect or distance or simple common courtesy. They were shoving the cameras in his face, there was no way for him getting through this unbelievable crowd of totally insane people. So many bystanders just stopping for the thrill of it, not even caring WHO he was. Getting his signature on a blank piece of paper to sell it on ebay, or to have others talk about how they’ve met a famous Hollywood Star. Yes, this is his job. And he might have signed up for getting recognized. Yes, but in this way? He most certainly did NOT sign up getting pushed for the best picture, getting touched or otherwise disturbed by people who don’t give a flying fuck about him or what he does.

I looked at him and I wanted to wrap him in a blanket and guide him out of there. He seemed shy and a little overwhelmed. And I hated myself for just being there. I don’t understand why in this world people who do this job get to be put up on a throne of some kind and get treated like animals in a Zoo. I don’t get it. Yes, he’s uncommonly beautiful, yes he’s talented and seems like the most humble and sweet person you could meet. And this might seem a little out of the ordinary for some people. But does that give you the right to treat him so very differently, treat him with so little respect? Why are there just the same faces, radiating ugliness and disrespect and stupidity and superficiality and senselessness, over and over and over at these kind of “events”? One simple rule. If you do not really care about the person, why bother waiting and bothering him? Just keep walking.
Why.do.you.even.stop.if.there’s.otherwise.not.a.moment.in.your.everyday.life.
he’s.on.your.mind? WHY?!?
I don’t understand this world. I don’t understand people. I’m just so sorry.
I’m sorry Jake, for this was truly not the way I pictured your arrival here. I’m so sorry.

Can I just say something? You.Are.Precious.