Thursday, August 27, 2009

Day 238 (Maple Nut)



No matter how far you have gone on the wrong road, turn back - Turkish Proverb

So, the post idea I had for tonight about envy has to wait. Don't worry, it's already written, but it just needs to hold off until I can edit it properly.

I need to get this off my chest, and fast.

I am lost down the wrong pathway in a maple forest. All of the trees look the same, and I'm starting to panic.

It's like drowning, the more you panic, the more water you take on until it just happens.


I made a HUGE mistake, and I'm starting to panic that I may have messed up something that not even *I* can fix (but I don't know if it's something that can just be "fixed", it could be my own insecurities that's making me panic). Everybody comes to me when they need something, but I need me and me isn't helping I.

That's scary.

It always seems like I take one step forward and two steps back. Everything starts to look familiar, like I've been here before and I can't really find my way out.

My will, however, will not let me give up.

I think that maybe if I use my two steps back as actual steps forward, I can find my way out of this with EVERYTHING intact.

This forest will change me. It will even damage me. But it will not defeat me. I will not give up, I will not back down.


I will not lose.

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Now playing: Jill Scott featuring 4Hero - Gotta Get Up (Another Day)
via FoxyTunes

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Day 237 (Fudge Brownie)



All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. - T. E. Lawrence



Me: I think for me, it's not about being a author. It's about being heard. That's why my blog is named the way it is.

Her: That's deep. If nothing else, we have that in common.

Me: Yeah, we do... why do we have SO much in common?

Her: I dunno. Most people would go with the cliche' that "Maybe it's just meant to be"

Me: NO. It's deeper than that.

Her: *rolls eyes*

Me: Why are you rolling your eyes? It is. I believe that. I do. It HAS to be something deeper than just "it's meant to be". That's a cop out.

Her: Why does it have to be deeper than that? You don't think there are MILLIONS of others in the world, male and female respectively, who like the SAME things that we like?

Me: Yes, I do believe that. At the same time, come on. How many people find out they like the same things... like 90% of the same things? That's uncanny.

Her: Are you serious... MANY people like a LOT of the same things. Just means they have good taste. JUST now I am proving my point. I picked a random friend of mine to ask him does he like certain things. ALL of those things are things YOU and ME like... he likes them too...so does that mean me and him are meant to be??? NO.

Me: No, it doesn't. You're right. I don't have a counterpoint.


This was a conversation that me and Serendipity were having the other morning. What's bad is, I actually had a counterpoint. But I just didn't have the words to say it. It took me 7 days of thinking about it to actually say what I was supposed to say that morning. (Well, isn't this familiar? At least this time, I only wait 7 days instead of multiple years... go figure.)

Serendipity and I have a lot in common... from food to recreation to hobbies. I was saying to her that I found it uncanny that a person that I met when I was younger could be this... parallel to me later in life.

What I DIDN'T say, however, and what I should've said, is that in addition to us having that much in common, we have a magnetism towards each other. It's there: I feel it, she feels it. No matter how far apart we seem to be, we end up right back in each others face. That's undeniable.

Somewhere, deep in my heart, I feel like that magnetism is what is our major draw and why no matter what we go through (marriage, other relationships, years apart, etc.) we pick up RIGHT where we left off before. She's special to me, more special than anyone I've ever encountered.

We've been texting back and forth all day today; sending messages of laughter and love, and just enjoying each other. I haven't had that in almost 8 years. I was looking forward to my phone buzzing with a new text or chiming with a new email. My goodness, she just brings the biggest smile to my face whenever I think about her. I hadn't stopped smiling since 9 AM when I got her good morning text. My face hurts.

There was a moment (more like a couple of days) that I was scared of losing her. But she let me know today that even with what we have gone through, I am still dear to her and that she loves me.

That just really put a smile in my heart.

It's not a relationship thing with us; what we have cannot be defined by such simple terms. I don't even think I want to box us in by trying to pursue and label what we are; I'm comfortable with us just BEING. Of course, she might feel different, but... we're too cool for titles. We just ARE.

I guess all I'm trying to say is that I love her.

Mainly, I love her because I see myself in her. She understands me more than anyone else I know that isn't close family. She believes IN me, and that means so much to me. I want to take her all in, inhale who she is, or who she'll become, and get lost in it. I love her enough to embrace who she is, whether in a relationship or not. I even thought about changing the name of my blog.

Because in her eyes, I am no longer invisible. She hears me. She listens to my heart.

I love her enough to know I couldn't possibly love anyone else this much (that isn't my child). Not now, not ever.

So, if you're reading this, Serendipity, know that someone out here loves you to death. And that person is me.

No matter what we go through, I will always be there for you, just like you have always been there for me.

Love always, Mr. You Know Who.

P.S. Serendipity is the name of The Muse in Kevin Smith's Dogma. So yes, I am talking about my muse. And no, you STILL won't figure out who she is, unless she directs me to say as much. I love you too, dear readers. *wink*

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Now playing: Jay Dee - So Far So Good (featuring Common & D'Angelo)
via FoxyTunes

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Day 236 (Pralines and Cream)



New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not already common. - John Locke


Tonight is a quickie.

I asked a stripper today why a lapdance was worth $10, but her opinions were worth only 2 cents and her thoughts only half of that.

She couldn't answer.

Tonight, my dear readers, I ask you to dig deep and find out exactly what YOU think your thoughts and actions are worth.

Eat some Pralines and Cream. Enjoy yourself. And make sure people are paying what you truly believe you are worth.

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Now playing: Kanye West Feat. Nas - We Major
via FoxyTunes

Monday, August 24, 2009

Day 235 (Egg Nog)




This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning. - Winston Churchill

Ex Girl

I wanted to title this next girl
But this is really about my ex girl
Who lead me to my next girl
Well, welcome to my world
Where the women are wonderful
But only in the beginning
I start with two strikes down in the 9th inning
We sat in her house that night, passion at a steady pace
Too busy not watching movies, not busy enough sucking face
She's getting hot, her breath is getting heavy
I got her engine running, she's purring pretty steady
And I haven't even pet the kitten, yet it's meowing
Hands on her bra strap, seeing what she's allowing
Time to stop idling, put my foot on the gas
I wonder what she'll say if I put my hand on her ass
She doesn't stop me, no red light here.
She gets the laser pointer, "Hey, kiss me right here"
I happily oblige, I'm about to do my duty
Hands live south, touching on more than her booty
Scratch that, those are just thoughts
What really happened is she got caught
With her pants down in what I thought was her house
While I getting her naked on what I thought was her couch
But it's really her husband's, the one that didn't exist
Until 20 seconds ago, now I'm getting pissed
He's pointing at me, as if I started the tryst
I calmly explain to him what was sure to be the twist
It's not like I knew where y'all lived beforehand
And stop acting as if you have a backup plan
Because what happens seems to come full circle, right
You think I'm brand new, I met you on a different night
About 8 years ago, when I came to my then woman's palace
And she was screaming 'eat me' as if you were Alice
And she was the cake, but I crashed the mad tea
Party as if I belonged there, see we
Were supposed to be together now, wanted to have a kid
Deep into life, and now you're about to blow your lid
Top, brain out, shoot off at the mouth about
How powerful you are, and how you got some clout
Now you throw a tantrum, ready to scream and shout
No need for all that bro, guess what, I'm out
Walked outside, got to my mode of transportation
Sped down the street, very little hesitation
Got to thinking a bit about myself and with some trepidation
Realized that I knew what was my next destination....

And that's all I got... © André 3000

(I wish I didn't have to note this... but NOTE: Fictional. Thanks.)

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Now playing: André 3000 - A Life in the Day of Benjamin André (Incomplete)
via FoxyTunes

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Day 234 (Mississippi Mud)



We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes. - Amos Bronson Alcott


Do you take things at face value, or become bold enough to face the truth?


Sometimes just taking things at face value is cool. I mean, you get what you see, right? Damn, shorty is fly. Face value. Man, that dude is so cool. Face value. That car is nice. Face value.

But looking deeper can make you find the truth, and really, who doesn't want the truth? Damn, shorty is fly, but she's stuck up at times, like 24/7/365. Truth. Man, dude is so cool, but he beats on his women like they had Everlast tattooed on their forehead. Truth. That car is nice, but the damn transmission is shot to hell like them boys on A Time To Kill. Truth.

As a complex person, sometimes I cannot decide between taking face value, and finding out the truth. Truth hurts. A lot. And the truth is necessary in order for people to get by on the best of their abilities. I try to get by on my own abilities...but something seems to be blocking my progress, like myself.

Face value of myself is a cool dude, who loves his son more than anything, loves Nia Long *wink*, loves his family, loves writing, loves music, loves living life, loves his friends, etc...

But when I look in the mirror, truth is, I can't seem to get it together. Every time something goes right, something goes wrong, twice. However, I haven't learned to give up, and that is my greatest strength. I draw inspiration from those I know that have had grim times and haven't given up. It's just...

I want that... feeling. You know, that feeling you get when you do everything right, or when everything goes your way.... I've had enough of things going the wrong way.... but without that, how would I know when things go the right way?

It's just a bit of Mississippi Mud getting slung around tonight, it's no biggie. I can handle what comes my way, I'm MORE than strong enough to. I just needed to vent. I will use my failures to build a ladder to my success.

Well, it's bed time, I'm up too late. Work tomorrow. Come close, stay forever. I promise you won't be disappointed.

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Now playing: Little Brother - Dreams
via FoxyTunes

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Day 233 (Pistachio Almond)




A decision is the action a person must take when he has information so incomplete that the answer does not suggest itself. - Arthur William Radford


It's been 6 months since that night.

I'm on the couch holding her, watching the Real Housewives Of Atlanta. I don't know any of their names, all I know is that she wanted to watch it.

She being Ebony.


My soon to be ex-wife doesn't know that I'm here in North Carolina. It's better that way. After that night, me and Ebony began talking even more, she was driving up so we could have lunch dates and go out to dinner. At first, we were inviting Nicole, but then we started phasing her out once things got sour between me and Nicole. I started taking late lunches, "staying late" after work, but it was all to see Ebony.

Right now I'm supposed to be out of town on a business trip.


Ebony is laying on me, holding my left hand. She's twirling my wedding band around my finger.

"So, what's on your agenda when you get back home?"

"Well, I have to go back to work, I know that. I'm really enjoying my time with you, Eb."

She sighs. "So am I, Shawn, and that's part of the problem."

"Huh?"

"I want you all to myself," she muses. "I don't want to share you with Nicole anymore. Funny, I finally found a man who I respect and like, and he's married."

I kiss the top of her head. "Well, you got me now, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, but is it bad that I want it all the time?"

I chuckle. "No, it's not bad at all. You think I don't feel the same way? Hell, I took a week vacation and flew out here to see you. I even got a hotel room and told the receptionist to hold all my messages at the desk, I'll pick them up later. Come on, you gotta admit, that's crafty."

She laughs. "Yeah, it's crafty. Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"Sure, ask away."

"Do you think that, even now, there's ever a possibility that you could work things out with Nicole?"

I sigh. "Honestly, I would like to know for my own peace of mind. If it's over between us, there's no need for us to keep going on like this. If we can work it out, then she needs to step up and let me know what we are going to do. I can't keep asking her about us, about our marriage..."

"I guess she's doing the whole Ostrich thing. If you can't see it..."

"...it isn't there. Yeah, I don't know. But... we don't need to go there."

"What?"

"I don't need that, Ebony. Not tonight."

She shifts again. She's still holding my hand, still playing with my wedding band. "But you two still have an opportunity to work things out. And it would be nice to see people that I care about get what they deserve."

I scoff. "She doesn't know what she deserves. I do, that's why I'm here with you."

"What makes you say that?"

"If she did, she would stop acting like she's crazy and just admit what she knows that I know that she knows: that we need to work it out or she's gonna lose me."

She sighs. "I know that feeling all too well."

"What do you mean by that, Eb?"

"I know how it feels to know something that everyone else knows except the person that needs to know it. I've driven down that road... I got off of it."

I rub Ebony's arms. "But, what if what you think that everyone else is supposed to know is not what everyone else thinks?"

"What do you mean, Shawn?"

"Maybe we aren't supposed to be together, Ebony. I mean, good friends, even being best friends is great, but what if that's supposed to be it? What if we're trying to be Pistachio and Almonds; two nuts that think they go together, but only in certain situations?"

I expected her to get off me at that moment and start cussing me out. She doesn't move, doesn't flinch.

"You know, what-if's have ruined many a people."

"Huh?"

"Shawn, why do you constantly think in what-ifs? Especially since the reverse can be just as true: What if we DO belong together? What if our whole lives, we've been building towards us being together?"

I shake my head. "If that was the case, that night wouldn't have happened the way that it did. It would've went down better."

"Do you think maybe it happened that way to see if we could survive it? Just think, if we can move forward from that, what else can stop us, besides us? I'm not going to run this topic in the ground... but just know that the decision is all yours."

I hold her tighter. My mind starts racing, thinking about the life I had with Nicole, how I would've waited for her, how I would've done anything in the world for her. Then I start thinking about the woman in my arms. She's almost everything I've ever wanted out of a woman. What is really holding me back? Why can I not make up my mind? Should I got back to what's familiar and comfortable or should I try something new and exciting, something that I know will make me happy in the end?

Decisions, decisions.

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Now playing: Duffy - Hanging On Too Long
via FoxyTunes

Friday, August 21, 2009

Day 232 (Black Walnut)



After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. - Aldous Huxley

Silence.
It is the most deafening sound there is.
I can't hear you. I can see you mouth the words to me.
I can't hear you. My heart was beating in my ears a second ago.
I can't hear you. The tears are streaming down your face.
You scream at me. You hit me. I stand there.
Emotions are gone. There's a stranger in my house.
And it's me.
I've changed.
I can't hear you. I asked about your friend.
I can't hear you. I asked about us.
I can't hear you. I asked about me.
When did I change? What was it back then?
Was it when? Maybe then? Or how about?
I... I can't hear you. You shake your head.
I... I can't hear you. You point at the door.
I... I can't hear you. You start to walk away.
Please, don't leave.
Please, don't go.
Stay awhile. Let me know the truth.
I told you I was Paranoid.
It's scary, my brain makes me see things that my heart knows isn't true.
I daydream of you. I have nightmares of you.
Tell me. Tell me that you love me. PLEASE?

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Now playing: Portishead - Silence
via FoxyTunes

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Day 231 (Chocolate Fudge)



No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever. - François Mauriac


You're asking me to leave someone.
Someone close to me.
Someone who's been there, good or bad.
I... want to leave them all behind.
Just want to race to the sun, me and you.
Not the paranoid me, not the leaving you.
I mean the REAL me and the REAL you.
It's said that when you love someone dearly, that TWO becomes ONE.
So, I'm not entirely killing myself, just erasing all the bad.
Making way for the good that's coming from you.
Can we work it out? Can we be together?
If I tell you I love you, can I keep you forever?
If I go to sleep now, will you be here in the morning?
No more what-ifs, no more "I'll change."
Actions speak louder than words.
So let me show you. You deserve it.
You deserve to be happy.
I have an opportunity to make you happy.
Can I have my chance to give you what you deserve?
It's you. It's always been you. I'll erase HIM if I can have YOU.
2 will become 1. Let's race to the sun.

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Now playing: N*E*R*D - Run To The Sun
via FoxyTunes

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Day 230 (Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough)




It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart. - Anonymous

I normally don't do social commentary.

Let me clarify what I just typed. I don't want to be one of "those" blogs; you know, the ones who regurgitate everything that's already posted somewhere else. I don't want to be labeled as whatever (hater, lame, shock blogger, etc.) because I have a different view on things going on in the socialite world; personally, I don't think any of my readers is THAT interested on how I feel about Tiny and Toya (I don't feel anything about Tiny and Toya).

But today... today, I have to make a statement, only because it hits home for me.

This is Amber Rose. Say hi.



Ok, now that the formal introductions have been done, let me discuss the problem.

Today, there were pictures of Amber and her boy/friend KanYe West in Miami. She was wearing a bikini... if you can call it that. If you're interested enough, you can look it up, I'm not posting those pictures of her; they don't have much to do with what I'm talking about.

What does interest me is some of the talk that I heard today.

"She's ugly."

"Why would you want to be with someone who looks like that?"

"Man, my girl needs to look like that; my girl is too big."

"Now THAT'S thick, (insert woman bigger than Amber) is just fat."


Mind you, these are all REAL comments made to me or around me today. I heard and read arguments from both sides. The Team Amber side and The Team Anti-Amber side.

Here's my thought's on Amber before I continue (simply because I won't talk about her again in this post): I think she is a beautiful woman. She's not my type, but that does not take away from the fact that she is very pretty. I'm just not attracted to her.

With that being said, I think that people take their own opinions as fact for everybody, when in all honesty, those are your opinions and your opinions ONLY. I think that my woman is the most beautiful woman in the world. I do. (Well, wait, um, she's not my woman, she's not even... look, I just think that she's AMAZINGLY beautiful...) She doesn't fit into Hollywood's "standards"; thin, tall, makeup on all the time, etc. But she fits into mine. Now, there's nothing wrong with you disagreeing with me just not in my face, I've fought people for less; that's your opinion. However, don't try to get your friends and homies to jump in with you in saying that she's not attractive because they can get they meat lumped too because of what you think about her not having a body like Amber's (OK, last mention, I swear). It's just an opinion.


I personally don't think Halle Berry is all that. I said it. And I meant it. She's pretty, don't get me wrong, but she doesn't attract me. At all. If we were to pass in the street, I wouldn't turn my head; my eyes would follow as she walked out of my peripheral vision, but that's about it. (You can try to call me out on that if you like, but fair warning, I don't play fair.)

I don't dig skinny chicks.

And people confuse that with hating.

I can call a slim woman cute. I can say "She's got a nice appeal about her". But at the end of the day, I like my women to have meat on their bones. Now, I know that people are out there saying "But O, beauty fades with time". Who says? Some tired ass cliché? No, beauty, like time, like love, like perception, is relative. It only matters to YOU.

The type of woman that attracts me isn't 5'8" 130. Hell, if she's 130, she better be 4'10". But this is all initial attraction, I'm not going to delve into how personality comes into play when finding a life partner (that's another post).

Initial attraction. Initial reaction. Even the Venus Fly Trap looks nice initially to a fly.

What I want and need is women who are confident in themselves. Listen, if you're a big girl, trust me when I say, there is nothing wrong with that. I love it, personally. Sure, you're gonna have your men and women who'll have OPINIONS about how you should look, but what matters is how you look to you and the person who finds you attractive. That's it. (And really, it doesn't even matter how the person who finds you attractive thinks.) There is a set of men and women who find being over a size 6 attractive. (And for the record; Sherri Shepard, you are NOT a size 6. If you're a 6, so am I. Be real with yourself.) I am one of them. Not to say that women who are size 6 and under aren't sexy or pretty or cute or attractive to anyone else, but it's JUST NOT MY CUP OF TEA. That's my opinion. It doesn't mean, however, that I can't give them their props. This is why I have a big problem with Mo'nique. Not her size, no. But her having to tear down women that are smaller than her to build up herself and others? That's not cool, at all.

Those weren't jokes she was spitting, that was real life coming out of her.

I'm dark. Chocolate, as I've been called before. Do I have hurtful things to say about light-skinned people? No, I do not. Why should I tear down what someone else thinks is beautiful to build myself up?

That's my long-winded point. Men don't do this as often, but women? Women will tear each other DOWN to build themselves up, and it hurts me to see that. It's a turn off; seeing a cute woman hate and lambaste on another woman because she doesn't look like her. So what? You're not perfect either, and to be honest, anybody who's looking for perfect should kill themselves now. You'll never find it. I'm looking for imperfection. I like women who are bigger than normal (whatever the hell normal is), with dimples, short hair, cute smiles (even a cute gap); I'm looking for a woman who not only knows her flaws, but EMBRACES them.

No plastic surgery. No heavy makeup. No ass pads and body suits and fake eyelashes.

Just realness.

You don't have to be cooked to perfection. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough tastes great. To ME. That's my opinion.

There's probably a person who thinks it's nasty. That's your opinion.

But that's all it is. Opinion. Not fact.


Stop tearing people down. What's ugly to you isn't ugly to me, so stop including me in YOUR opinions. Trust me, that "ugly" person has someone who you think is drop dead gorgeous all in their grill because they think that person is attractive.


Show me a person who thinks Nia Long is attractive, and I'll show you 3 people who are turned off by her. Not everybody has to look like whatever model you can think of. If everybody in the world was Quarterbacks, who would catch the ball?

Perception folks. It's all about perception.


P.S. Except for the woman I spoke of earlier. Oh, she IS the personification of beautiful. And that's not opinion, that's FACT. If you disagree, take it up with me and these two knuckle sandwich vendors I got. (Jokes, people. Jokes. The knuckle sandwich vendors part, not the fact part; if I could show her to you, you would think she's beautiful too. I SAID you would think she's beautiful too. Nod your head. Good.)

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Now playing: Outkast - SpottieOttieDopaliscious
via FoxyTunes

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Day 229 (Cherries Jubilee)

When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. - Christopher Morley

Today, I decided to blog my whole day in pictures. Enjoy.






























































Couple of things to note:

Outside of the Twitter icon, The Smoking Section pics, the keyboard pics, the remain calm pic, the XKCD comic, the Blogspot icon, and Homer sleeping, those are real pics I took. Yes, I do eat Wheat Thins. My lunch was quite delicious, thank you. Would've taken a picture for breakfast, but I didn't have one. Would've taken a picture for dinner, but I haven't eaten (yet). The XKCD comic is... well, you decide on what it is. And yes, I do visit TSS often, almost as much as I Twitter. There's a couple of other sites that I visit, but I didn't today. This is exactly what I did today, along with clean out my email because I had a lot of stuff in there, both work related AND personal (*wink*) and I also had an interesting convo with Miss Amazing on Facebook and by text.

Finally, I did write some more this evening for another project that I'm doing (my book) and I brainstormed some ideas.

What?

Did you think I was gonna take pictures or screenshots of those?

Well, I'm sorry, dear reader, but life isn't a bowl of Cherries Jubilee ice cream.

Have a good evening.

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Now playing: Outkast - Chronomentrophobia
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