David Militello

This week, for some reason, has been tough. No motivations, no inspirations, no good. And it's not like things aren't going well. But this temp job is KILLING me. I have a flair for the dramatic, i suppose, and when one area of my life sucks -I sort of allow the rest of it to go to sucksville too. I know I shouldn't. It's sort of like I'm choosing to eat cardboard. I know it's not good and I can find something better to eat, but right now - I'm just gonna eat the damn cardboard.

So with that premise lain: Usually at night-time, i wind my way to the television in our bedroom. Lately, I've felt sort of guilty about this because I know if I were more productive, I would maybe work on my show or write a symphony. Anyway, last night, guilt ridden, I tucked into an episode of 'America's Got Talent. I usually feel even more guilt ridden for enjoying these kinds of shows because I know how exploitative they can be and there's this whole mean schadenfreud thing built into them. But last night, there was David. This tiny little 9 year old boy with autism who was gonna come on stage and sing. They have the whole backstory with the mom and dad. David sitting on her lap. David with a dreamy look in his eyes. David turning into his parents for a hug. DEAR GOD PLEASE LET HIM BE GOOD. I lost my shit at 'Ben':


Sometimes, it's good to remember that there is good in this world. I don't mean to be heavy, I just mean David reminded me that it's okay. Life is good. Sometimes, even on a show like 'America's Got Talent', true beauty and love make an appearance. People are not all robotic office stiffs and sometimes the little guy wins.