Upturned Noses

Even the most laid back and egalitarian among us can be insufferable snobs when it comes to coffee, music, cars, beer, or any other pet obsession where things have to be just so. What are you snobbish about?


As much as it pains me to admit it, I can be snobbish about a lot of different things. Small things, of course, that don’t mean much to anyone else but mean a lot to me is the ground-level of my snobbery.

Tea, for instance, is something that I can be called a snob about. There are so many different types of teas out there, and I have tried them all. From green to white to black and every flavor in between, I love them all. The “snob” classification comes to head when brewing the different teas. Steep almost any tea as long as you would like, and I would love it. Except black tea. That’s a two to five minute steeping tops. Otherwise it turns bitter to my taste buds, and I don’t like the way it coats my tongue.

I’m probably also a bit of a snob when it comes to being asked questions like “what would you like to drink” because more likely than not my answer will be some form of tea. It’s something I inhale on a near daily basis.

Music is also something people have called me out on. Never using the term of “snob” per se, but I’ve become known in my group of friends as the person with the most eclectic taste of music. I’m the go to person for new music finds. It’s a lot of pressure, actually.

When asked my favorite band of the moment I have two answer. One is a very popular band that I throw out there when I don’t feel like going into a long explanation. The other, my actual favorite, is an indie band that not a lot of people have heard of. I say the name Marianas Trench and some might immediately jump to the conclusion that I’m referring to the deepest part of the ocean. In actuality, I’m referring to a Punk/Emo band that I absolutely adore.

See? Snob.

While I don’t often call myself a snob, I do know that I like what I like; and I’m never going to feel the need to apologize for that.

-J. Spade.

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It Just Takes Ten Minutes

Dear Reader,

You’re sick, and that’s okay. It’s okay that smiles don’t come easy, and that half the time all you want to do is disappear. All of that is okay because you are human and you are young.

It is not okay for you to give up. Promise me that you will never give up.

Don’t let a world that is so big get you down over something that is so small. There is more to life than failures, and you will have many failures. Think of all the people you have touched in one way or another. The good and the bad, your life has influenced those around you.

You are an impact. Powerful, with a force unseen by many, you can help people. Don’t fake a smile if it doesn’t feel good. Say no when something just doesn’t suit your fancy. All you need to do in life is be true to yourself. No one can ask for more than that, and nobody should be asking for less.

Sometimes it might feel like the end is near. And maybe it is, but that doesn’t mean that you should stop living your life just because you don’t have anywhere else to go. You are much stronger than you think you are, and you have people who love you unconditionally.

Maybe the harsh realities of the world are too much to bear sometimes, and you can hide from the world for a few days. Just don’t let it rule you, do not let your fears control your actions. Come out of hiding for a day or two at a time, just enough to let the world know that you’re still fighting.

I, too, know what it is like to feel like you’re waging a battle against yourself. I know the struggles that come with the pain inflicted on your skin, and the scars that are left behind. Scars fade, memories fade, but the strength of your soul does not. Keep your heart beating by doing what you love. Do not settle for anything less than what you deserve.

There are going to be times when you hate your parents. That moment when your mom reads your journal and finds out just how much you want to die might seem like a gross invasion of privacy, and maybe it is. But a small part of you will know that you left it out for her to read on purpose. The tears she shed over your unseen wounds might make you feel just a little more loved than you had felt that morning, and it will mark a turning point for you. Cause even though you get horribly frustrated with both your mother and father because they just do not understand, you also love them because they stand by you even though they cannot know of the demons you are facing.

I can promise you that you will make it through this, but I cannot promise you that it will ever completely go away.

Always try to remember that you are strong, you are brave, and you are beautiful.

But most importantly, I want you to remember that you are me and we are one.

~J. Spade