I came to this realization of me being a J.O.A.T. a few years ago but didn't bring it to life until a chilly spring night in Oregon. I'm from Hawaii so anything lower than 70 is chilly for me.
I had turned 21 that past October so I fully intended on drinking every night of spring break. Now I said, drink, not get drunk. That would be too normal and too much like someone that was excellent at drinking. I, however, was with my family and my family doesn't get plastered together. We just go out to eat, go on vacations, eat some more, boring stuff like that. Therefore, I stopped at three beers every night for fear of being hungover the following day that was bound to be filled with family oriented things.
Anyway, the house we were staying at was pretty awesome. It was right on a lake and there was a fireplace in the backyard. After the boys, and myself lit the fire, we popped open a few (three) beers and got our buzz on. A few hours went by and it ended up just being my cousin, Ryan, and I. Now you have to understand, I've always wanted a brother. No matter how good my imagination was, I could not turn my sister into that brother I wanted. (Ah see. The JOAT curse.) So this Ryan character, being the closest thing to a brother I'll get, was the guy I turned to with my problems.
Girls. We talked about girls. The good, the bad, mostly the good. Beer. Yes, what else would we talk about? Eventually, we got to grades and school and LIFE. When we got to life, I simply said, "Do you ever feel like you're GOOD at everything and just not AMAZING at any one thing?" He looked down for a period of time and turned his eyes back at me, widened with the idea of this new creature named JOAT that we just discovered, and whispererd, "Yes."
Wow that was terrible story telling. Guess you had to be there.
Until we meet again,
Michelle: JOAT, MON
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