SpongeBob raised me.

You see, my dad was MIA, and my mom worked to keep the lights on and put food in her three kids’ mouths, and while she was out working, which was most of my life, I’d put on SpongeBob Squarepants for my siblings and me. Even at 14 years old, I was watching nothing but SpongeBob.

And let me tell you,

That. Should. Have. Been. Supervised.

Immediately.

Because now as a full-grown adult, I’m filled with the dumbest ideas, and not a “worms for brains” kind of dumb, but more of a “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” kind of dumb. The kind of dumb where you could be the only human on this entire planet to have this idea. In which I found, can kind of be a good thing.

It was getting to be a bit much, so at some point in my youth, I started putting my dumb thoughts on paper. I still do.

I dunno. Just thought I’d tell you. Maybe you’d want to hear more of my dumb ideas too.