You know what.....there are some real shitheads in the world. The type of people who you despise to be around. The type of people who give you anxiety because you never know what they are going to do, what they are going to say and who they are going to offend. I HATE those people, I hope I am not one of those people to anybody. I know in high school some people thought I was an asshole, this was never my intention. I wanted to be cool with every group of people from goth to jocks to valley girls to nerdy guys to nerdy girls to hispanics to blacks to whoever was roaming the halls. Unfortunately I did not come off this way to a few people and for that I would like to apologize. I told my stepdaughter a few months ago that if a dude is mean to you it probably means he likes you. Maybe that was my problem, maybe I just had a crush on the people I was mean to. Right now I don't know.....I am happily married to a gangster ass chick who lets me be me. This brings me to my point, I think a lot of people do not realize the impact they have on other people. How do you want to be remembered when you are worm food? What do you want people to say about you? I have decided to tell you how I hope I am remembered after I die.
When you all stand up at my funeral and talk about me I hope it goes something like this
Justin Matthew Czarnecki was a good dude, sometimes he thought he was black and had often been called a "wigger". Through his college years he was the only white person I knew who was draped in P. Diddys clothing line Sean John. He is a lover of hip hop and R&B and boy bands. Justin loved his family and although his wife Jessica sometimes wanted to murder him, she understood him and let him be an asshole because that is who he was. His stepdaughters could count on him if they needed anything whether it was a TI-84 calculater or support at a sporting event they knew he would be on the sideline talking about his glory days and how he once struck out 20 out of 21 batters when he was 15 against the Cardinals during the first game of the senior season. Justin wouldn't want his funeral to be a time of tears and emotions. Instead he would rather there be a 2 drink minimum and 2Pac on the speakers bumpin "Bury Me a G". Justin would want you to tell stories about how he made you laugh, how he made you feel better about yourself or the time he bought you 5 drinks and you never bought him one back. He wasn't a handyman, he couldn't hook up a VCR, he wasn't sure how to use a wrench. but he was a cool ass dude and someone I know would help me if I had a problem. He enjoyed his relationships he had with his best friends and their families, but he is probably happy he never has to go to another kids birthday party. The thing that bothered Justin the most was facebook status' that included talking shit about your ex-partner, political nonsense, pictures of your food and people who were begging for help and or attention. He secretly hoped all those people would find the dirt before he did. Justin was a firm believer that the day he died nothing would happen other than everything fading to black and his corpse becoming a buffet for all insects and creatures who were hungry. Above all he wanted to make sure his family and friends were happy with the life they chose. The last thing he hoped is that his funeral would be an all day party that included bottle service, grinding, rap music and everyone being happy. Cheers to Justin, Czar, Bobby, Bows, Frozen Toes, Biscuits, Juice and anything else you called him.
Please make my funeral a party and remember to pour a little out.
I don't want people at my funeral talking about how much I was disliked. I encourage everyone to make a firm impact on everyone you come across. Say something people will remember forever, don't waste your life being the person who thinks they know everything. Make people smile it will be part of your legacy.
Hugs and Handpounds,
Czar
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It is an honorable gesture to make right the errors of one's former ways. I was there, but on the receiving end. It created painful memories, but only motivated me to become a better person...for me. Bullying is a sad phenomenon. I think your entry may teach others to think about their intended actions and prevent them from actually going through with them. I hope. Every human has flaws, but it takes a bigger person to publicly take ownership of them. It also takes a bigger person to make a conscious effort to keep them at bay. I cannot speak for the other FHS "nerds" of '98, but thanks for being apologetic. It may not change the past, but it brightens the future.
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