Watching Ja talk to his parents seems like a performance. He is typically theatrical but i think in watching him converse with his parents is a bit eye opening as to why he is tht way. He’s almost at the point of breaking a sweat, his vein abt to pop out of his head, his parents sitting on each side of the couch with the most stale of faces, nary a comment. Expressions are few, and on occurrence it’s only from his mom. Don’t kno if his dad has said anything yet, even tho Ja has been talking for at least 4 min now. Mom provides the head nods here and there with the frequent yet infrequent drunken comments, almost always only addressing one part of what he said, hardly ever the part he stressed the most. Pops just said something.

It makes me feel sad for Ja, makes me wanna leave and go see my moms, see her be genuinely interested in him telling his stories. See her ask him questions abt how he feels and why he feels tht way and congratulate him on his accomplishments and give him conversation based on bits of his convo.

I only ever want to see him be appreciated.

I don’t think they appreciate him enough.

Granted I am bias, I believe anyone that gets to hear him talk is blessed. To get to witness him be passionate about something is something that should be coveted. To experience his performance and presence you should have to RSVP with a deposit and pay him what he’s worth. He’s worth everything.

He’s reeling them in now, they are beginning to smile and respond slightly more.

As they mf should.

He shouldn’t have to be so theatrical or performative, he should be appreciated without trying he is perfect, perfectly imperfect, authentic, genuine, beautiful, intelligent, beautifully intelligent, awe inspiring and intriguing. He should be loved without effort, it takes no effort to love him. It would only take effort not to love him, to know him is to love him.