I hate John Legend, like with a passion. I don’t listen to his music and I try not to look at his face. When a song of his does come on, I automatically make a stank face and pout if I’m forced to listen to it. It wasn’t always like this, I used to love him and it’s not John’s fault. I’m sure he’s a perfectly nice guy and he’s definitely talented. This is the fault an ex boyfriend who unfortunately for John’s sake, looked a lot like him. 

Girls used to interrupt the two of us and ask for pictures. This only made the look-alike’s ego even more huge and made me super annoyed. Would John Legend really be waiting at a dirty Philly food truck in sweatpants at 10am on a Tuesday? No, I’m sure he’s off making a grammy acceptance speech or doing an Alicia Keys collabo or something else way more important than waiting for a breakfast sandwich, you stupid, stupid girl. 

As that relationship unravelled, so did my affinity for the real John Legend. When I finally broke up with the poor look-alike, I became fully John intolerant. My hate overshadowed my love. I’m sure there’s some scientific term for this in the psychology world, but here in my world, I call it The John Legend Effect; when your brain associates two different things as the same and no matter how hard you try, you can’t convince it otherwise. 

This also works the other way around, for instance, I hate milk. I used to gag at the thought of it, but I happen to love cereal. My mind eventually convinced me that the two go together and now when I think of milk, I think of yummy cereal instead of vomiting. My love overshadowed my hate. 

I’m still figuring out my own mind… but so far, all of this tells me that it’s very powerful & stubborn and makes the rest of me do whatever it wants. Which actually explains a lot about my life. 

Mr Legend… poor guy did nothing wrong.