Like I think we all should have. Or at least I think I should.
Coincidentally, that night's big winner, Adele, also shot to fame and into the hearts of many a people who know a thing or two about the tragedy of a broken relationship, through her records that she admits were inspired by a former love. To Mr. Wrong who in an indirect though undeniable way, led to her fame, Adele has this to say :
You know, he was amazing. He was great. But it was never going to work. And for ages I was like, As if he deserves any fucking kudos for inspiring my record. But now, after some time, it only seems right that the person who so far has had the biggest impact on me—has now changed my life for fucking ever with this album—deserves a little credit. I can do things that I never dreamed I’d be able to do. If I hadn’t met him, I think I’d still be that little girl I was when I was eighteen. And the best thing is, I now know what I want for myself and from someone else. I didn’t know what I wanted before.
Adele Sweeps the Grammy Awards. This is how you do it. (Kevork Djansezian/Getty Images) |
Which proves again that point about how we should all use our pain as fuel. And just like fuel it has the potential to destroy us or propel us to great heights - it all just boils down to how you respond to it. So why not act in faith and let something good come out of your tragedy?
Exactly why I want to pull off an Adele and give anyone who has scarred me a big fuck you by making millions out of the pain they've caused.
Like, "oh, so i'm not good enough for you? Well fuck you and by the way that movie that's raking in millions right now? I made the screenplay from your sorry ass life. and fuck you again."
Oh, it is on.
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