What did Obama do to your knees?
I mean he didn’t do anything, I was a fool. Sixteen year old me, so filled with hope and idealism, was very excited when he won the 2008 election, because I legitimately did not think he could given how racist this country is (and, to throw my sixteen year old self a bone, just look at how the country reacted to having a Black man as president). I was in a small room when the race was officially called, because I was (predictably) on a computer. I jumped up and down and did a dance, and in the process I tripped over various objects and, upon falling down, dislocated my first knee. Thanks, Obama.
The second knee happened about a year later when I was making a bed. Yay compensating by putting too much pressure on the other knee.











