Thank god it starts with one because I can’t even.
When I was young, I used to whine and complain about how life sucked and how nonawesome I was. My feeble little mind just couldn’t comprehend why I wasn’t awesome. You see, back then I thought awesome was something you obtained, earned by merit, or won as a prize. I would sit for hours formulating plans and playing scenarios through my mind, glorifying the day I would sit upon the throne of awesometude. To my dismay, that day never came. But now that I’m a full grown mass of rationality, I can see the err of my ways. Awesome isn’t something you buy at a store or get as a present. Awesome has no form or shape, color or taste. Awesome is a state of mind, something you can proclaim and people will believe you. I had spent so many years of my youth trying to prove to people that I was awesome, but at the end of the day all I had to do was think therefore I am.