Watsky and my approach to companionship

As I mentioned in a previous post I absolutely spoken word poetry and during my search through the internet I discovered George Watsky. Watsky is an American rapper and poet, who performs slam poetry, and was featured on Season 6 of Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry on HBO.  Watsky graduated from Emerson College in 2010 and has achieved newfound fame with his viral YouTube video "Pale kid raps fast" (now called "Watsky raps fast")

In January 2013, Watsky announced he would be releasing a new album entitled Cardboard Castles. Watsky's poetry incorporates political and social themes and he switches easily between silly and serious, technically complex and simply heartfelt.

I love Watsky’s work and this year especially I’ve been more and more drawn to his song and his political messages. Last year he also released a web series called “Watsky: Making an Album.” The web series follows a fictional representation of Watsky as he attempts to produce and market his new album.

This is my favourite poem from Watsky: It's called The Lonely Heart's Club. (Sorry about the sound.) 

Watsky is a dorky, white rapper with a conscience. Often mistake for Michael Cera. My favourite song of his is “Sloppy Seconds.” It is all about love, but isn’t a typical love song. It doesn’t describe love as being perfect. Instead it talks about accepting your lover’s flaws and hoping that they accept your flaws. “I’m fucked up just like you. And you’re fucked up just like me.” I guess I can relate to that. I don’t want someone who tries to be perfect, but rather someone who has a desire to experience life. This year many of the potential love interests in my life I’ve had to drop because they bored. Not because there was anything specifically wrong with them-unless you count one or two psychos- but rather because they weren’t able to understand where I was coming from. I’m tired of being bitter about failed relationship that, in the bigger picture, did not mean that much to me. You can’t hate someone for not loving you the way you love them. You can’t make someone love. 

I hope that when I do find that imperfect person they love we with all my sloppy seconds.