The Realisms of The Unexplained

So recently it seems that I've come down with a bad case of the woe is me syndrome, and it's really starting to bum me out because I don't want to be one of those people that's always having a bad day and something terrible is always happening to, because the truth of the matter is, most of my days are happy and filled with massive amounts of smiles and laughter. It's just one of those things where every now and again you find yourself falling into old habits and they often begin to consume you. Now as I have stated previously I am in many instances my own worst enemy in that I set myself up to be disappointed. What can I say, I'm hopeless for happy and meaningful relationships, even though that part of life hasn't seemed to have found me.  But it's okay, well at least I'd like it to be. While honesty is always the best policy, it's sometimes very difficult to be honest with ourselves, namely myself and my ability to mask things just to prevent me from seeing things for the way that they really are. I've done it my entire life, so to stop now would seem pointless, right? Not true, as I grow and I learn and I strive to be a better person to myself.  It has come to my attention that I hurt myself more by ignoring the elephant in the room. I have become a master at convincing myself that everyone else's feelings matter and my own can be set aside. This has been the way that I've been my entire life and I always allow things to go so far and then it becomes a problem and by then things are long gone and the thresh hold of no return has been reached. Recently I became friends with someone that I really grew to care about and for that one split second it seemed that that wanting and happiness that I've always wanted had finally arrived, because the happiest surprises come in packages that we never suspect! And things really were exactly as I had hoped that they would be and then I noticed changes but again because I'm really good at ignoring things, I just figured it was something that would eventually go away and things would go back to the way that they were.  But in some ways they did, but the dynamics of this relationship changed drastically and what once was we and us became me and my and again, I placed my blinders on and continued to press on in hopes that something would change and change they did. But the thing about me is  that I have always looked at the potential of a person and not the person standing in front of me and for this I often end up with my feelings hurt and an emptiness just as great as the one before. I'm learning that I have a very big issue with letting go, I always have. I'm not sure if it has something to do with ultimately making a decision that may be permanent or if it's the fear of the way the other person will be left feeling regardless to the way that I've been made to feel. In the past few days, I had to make a very difficult decision in regards to someone that I care about greatly, not because of hate or wanting to possibly not see them again, but I had to let go of something that seemed to have fizzled away. It you care enough about something, sometimes letting go is the thing that has to be done, because honestly if it's meant to be it will find it's way back to together again. Loving and caring about a person is a very difficult thing and should always be handled delicately and with great care, but we also have to understand that we too sabotage things unknowingly for unconscious reasons and the love and caring that we offer is all that we know how to offer regardless of how bad or indifferent. While I sit and wait for this emptiness to subside, I know in my heart that this is just a test and whatever will be will be!

The Rules In the Game of Hot and Cold

So here I am back at square one. I didn't really, or should I say I was hoping not to be here again, because it seems that this is where I always end up, standing in the same place as before with a gaping hole and my emotions spilling all over my hands. For some reason I can't seem to understand the logic to some things. If there is more than one person involved in something, why is it that the other person's feelings don't matter? I'm sure this is a question of the ages.  I hate this feeling more than anything in the world, but while sad and unfortunate, at this stage, it's almost an expected part of my world  and the people that I allow into it.  I can't seem to figure out how in the world I get things so twisted and confused or is it that I'm in search of the end of the rainbow that I may never reach. I'm not really sure. I just know that hurt and disappointment have become a regular part of my usually happy existence. It's almost as if, every so often, I add a spot just for this. I often fault myself simply because it could all be prevented if I would just keep everything in perspective and act accordingly, but then that would require my obtaining a penis and massive amounts of testosterone, for this seems to be the only way that broken hearts are mended.. I can never seem to understand how flipping back and forth is an option and what occurs to make this option the best. It's almost as if there is some switch somewhere and it's as simple as flipping it up and down to turn feelings and emotions on and off.
Friendships and relationships are a very important part of life, but the fact of the matter is, you don't hurt people that you care about. It's like a never ending cycle that I can't seem to break. As soon as I let that wall down, what comes next is almost always inevitable. For some reason, having feelings for someone, makes you weak and unappealing. I have tried for the longest time to figure this thing out and keep it all under wraps, but I always seem to fail miserably. My biggest problem is learning to be ok with whatever happens. Not having a clear understanding of things always seems to cause me a great deal of anxiety, because I learned long ago that while the truth may hurt, it's a lot better than being in the dark.. I'm beginning to think that I should be just like everyone else and not consider anyone else's feelings either. But, I'm kidding myself, because that's not who I am, everyone's feelings involved in anything should always be considered. Selfishness has never been who I am and I wouldn't dare start now. I just wish I could understand how everyone else is ok with only thinking of self. 

It has come to my attention that I'm in love with being in love, and I guess a hopeless romantic will always be who I am and until it's my turn.  The rules in the game of hot and cold have never been ones that were clear to me. But as I live and learn I am continuing to learn that being you is the only person that you can be even if you have to be hurt sometimes. My heart has always been too large to hold grudges and remain angry, and seeing the good in people is always what I do. As I continue to navigate on this journey and become more familiar to the rules to this game, I'll keep my fingers crossed and pray that at some point happiness will find me and I'll be able to take all of this armor off and share who I really am because the rules in the game of hot and cold seem to cause injury..

Modern Day Bafoonery and the Slave Mentality in It's Simplest Form

Wow. I've had so many things to write about, but have gotten side tracked on many occasions which has kept me from doing what I love most.. Write. There has been something that has been eating me up inside and I decided that what other time than now would better to write. So here goes.. I'm pretty sure that we all can say that we've been guilty of at some point or another being sucked into the reality tv phenomenon so to say it isn't and hasn't been entertaining would be a complete and utter lie. But I've found myself more and more becoming disgusted by what's been aired in the past few years. Case and point, BBW also known as Basketball Wives...  Uhm... See I kept hearing about it and all of it's ignorant backstabbing glory,  but decided that I wanted to check it out for myself just to see what that hype was, and to my sadness and great disdain, it became apparent rather quickly that this entire show was nothing more than a bunch of washed up has been's grasping for straws at staying relevant in a society that they no longer fit in, and what other way to satisfy their need and thirst for superficial things than to sale their simple souls to the devil for the sake of saying that they live the good life. Now I'm pretty sure that I'm stepping on many toes by expressing my dislike for this most popular show, however as adults I think that we can all agree to disagree. Now when I decided to watch this show it became apparent very quickly that this show wasn't about friends trying to uplift each other in a time of need, or even about ex-wives trying to move forward after divorce. But more of a modern day case of bafoonery at its simplest form. Now there are so many angles that I could come from when discussing this show, but I will start at the place that is most disturbing for me. I made several attempts to watch this show but became very disgusted as to not ever watch it again. Being a single mother of 3 girls, it seems that shows like these are very degrading and send the wrong message to our girls. In the age of Black Girls Rock, it seems that all of the wrong messages are being taught and while what our girls learn is ultimately up to us, it should be considered that they are also gaining knowledge and information from these sources and outlets as well. I am very disappointed in the HNIC so to speak Ms. Shaunnie O'Neal who seems to be the mastermind behind this group of simple and basic women and also the ring leader. It saddens me greatly that she would even entertain such foolishness and confusion. I now see her in a different light. The ladies that have decided to take part in this show should really feel like she's pimping them, which is really what it's equivalent to. Week after they come together to back stab, finger point and humiliate each other for a free trip or a some nice piece of merchandise.  Instead of utilizing the resources that have been afforded to them by whatever avenue that was taken to get it in a positive manner, it seems that the entire show is based around lunches, dinners and other useless time wasted on talking about each other and taking trips to far away lands to talk about each other and backstab just a little. While some of these women I'm sure were married to some professional basketball player at some point and time, it has also become apparent to me that some of these women haven't ever been married to, but merely dated some basketball star.  So here's my question, why are they called basketball wives. None of them are have or never have been for that matter. I could go on and on, but it's very sad that while all of these women seem to have some access to resources to be productive and do things in society that some of us only dream about, but instead of taking that route, they would rather argue, fight, call each other names, belittle, berate and humiliate just for the sake of staying relevant or even to maintain a place in society...  While I could go on and on to talk about how sad this makes women look, especially black women, but for now I just hope that at some point these ladies would come to understand and know that their worth is so much more than purses, trips and parties. But until that time.. Lights, Camera, Action.....

Lastnight a DJ Saved My Life

I was actually in bed and about to go to sleep when my thoughts went into overdrive and I wanted to get up and write at that very moment. I had the distinct pleasure of meeting a DJ some months back that I will allow to remain nameless, but in that chance meeting the love that I have for music has only been heightened because of him.  A few weeks ago, on one of me weekend getaways, I was given the pleasure of attending one of the best kept secrets in the South. Now being from the South and living in the city where the blues was cultivated is only one of the small parts that makes me who I am and where I come from. But I digress, on that weekend journey, I got the opportunity to experience music like I never have in my life, not like that new school hip hop that kids call real music, but like classic hip hop like that that I grew up listening to, that that I fell in love with and couldn't get enough of. It was music that moved my soul and made my heart sing in a way that some only dream about, and the beautiful part of it all was that everyone that was in that place that night felt the same way I did, and while I didn't have to hear them say it, I could see it in every movement and facial expression. It was almost as if we were all in a trance and experiencing the same musical orgasm. It was sheer ecstasy and only made the love that much stronger. It often seems that one of the only times that everyone's mind and body is in sync is when the music plays, it reaches across all color, culture and age barriers and allows us all to become one. So while this entry has been short and sweet, here's to the DJ that saved my life and allowed me to experience the music that I often long for............