The Fix in 2006
What if this is it? What if you do make it to be 90 years old and realize you never did anything you ever dreamed of doing? What if in your golden years you look back and see that you made all the safe choices, but you never knew what it would’ve been like to make the decisions that could’ve altered the entire course of your life? In 2006 it’s time to dispel the “what ifs” and actually do it. It has been my experience that folks will like or dislike you regardless of the efforts you make to try to appease everyone. So why not make the most important person in the world happy – YOU. My recent decision to get tattooed and pierced spurned everything from amazement to complete distaste, but ultimately, I was so glad and relieved I was again doing what I wanted to do. It isn’t rebellion, it’s refreshing. When I was younger, I made some pretty strange choices, some that made me either extremely popular or an outcast to those around me. What always comforted me was that when I laid my head down each night I knew that I had lived. I did exactly what I set out to do. Later, I began making decisions based on what folks would think of me, what they would say; all in the hopes that more people would find me acceptable. The kicker is, they don’t. The same people that find fault in you as an individual, will find fault in you when you attempt to conform. The entire package of “the fix in 2006” is to not only get the body back in order, but also the mind. Recognizing that the confident creature you are is as much radiating from the inside as it is sparkling on the outside. Admittedly you’ll make some foul-ups and even ruffle the feathers of the conservative crows around you, but when you close your eyes each night think of whether you’ve lived – your way – and if you can honesty say you have, then you’re on track to a better you.
Easy…He’s A Girl
Mongkon Pusuwan was arrested in Singapore for drug trafficking. The alleged drug dealer’s identification – a passport – showed Pusuwan to be male. Normally, any male convicted of dealing drugs in Singapore is caned and can even be put to death, depending on the quantity of drugs discovered on the accused. A medical exam revealed Pusuwan is actually female. The Thai transsexual had a sex change several years before. Now, she is set to serve six years in prison for the conviction. Females are not allowed to be caned for their crimes.
Long Story Short
Evelyn C. turns 39 this Saturday, February 4. The beautiful older sister of yours-truly will spend a quiet evening with long-time beau and baby-daddy David F. An intimate dinner with Freaking? That’s right, this Friday a group of friends will join Annette R. aka Freaking Rican for an intimate dinner at Maroons. Superbowl Party! Every year a pack of over 100 men of color gather to celebrate the event over some drinks and share their testosterone at an upper West Side, NYC venue. The play-by-plays are only one-upped by the hook-ups. I’m there! The cast of Noah’s Arc to visit DC in February for a night at Love, Inc.? I’ve lost the flyer…can somebody update me?!
On Blast
You don’t know me! What was the most shocking discovery you made about a close friend? Did it affect your relationship with them? How did you come upon the discovery?
Keep passin’ the open windows…
16 comments:
Every turn in life leads to new adventures or strife. We will never be perfection. We are all a compilation of past experiences that mold us for future experiences. To forego one means to accept another.
What I live by is the fact that No one knows all of me or you. We all have secrets that we'll never share, for one reason of another. I never judge or HATE. I may make the choice not to be bothered with a person but, that doesn't mean that I degrade or talk-about or even hate that person. I believe that my job in this world is to learn to love and live with other human beings. So, I'll let my heavenly father be the judge of your actions.
My life isn't about me, it's about US. I try to be Righteous in all decision making not SELFish. There are times when I am selfish and those are times when I need to take a break from the world to rebuild and replenish my spirit.
I LOVE YOU MAN....
Just Me.
First, my On Blast answer would be…
The most shocking discovery was when I discovered that a close friend had served time in prison for murder. I promised never to divulge the information, but for a while I was curious how the incident occurred and the circumstances surrounding the conviction. Finally, after a very tense few months, I finally broke down and said, “I can’t keep acting like this isn’t bothering me. What the f*ck happened?!” We talked all night long and by morning I not only understood, I admired my friend. Today, we’re extremely close. He accepts and loves me for who I am and in turn, I do the same for him.
To the Just Me comment… I sincerely agree with the belief that our past experiences influence our future experiences. Whether we take those experiences and make the best of them – extracting what worked and what didn’t – to improve on the future, is on us. I’ve come across plenty of folks that simply don’t learn from past experiences and/or turn a blind eye to past mistakes repeating them over and over again. That said, I’ll say that I’ve found love in my heart and the power to forgive, first myself and then others, for past wrongs. For a long time I was so focused on having been done wrong that I was consuming myself trying to understand why folks that professed to love me could hurt me so deeply. Today, I still don’t understand, but I forgive and move on. My life is really about me – not us. Yes, I’m conscious of how I affect others, but I can’t let that be the barometer by which I gauge all my decisions. For a long time I found it difficult to fall in love, but when I did, I did so by placing myself in a 2nd position to my partner’s needs. Today, I have to think of me because a healthy me, means a healthy us.
Cas honey... what's the story?
WHAT'S THIS...."JUST ME" BEING CONTRITE THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING.....ACTUALLY SHOWING SIGNS OF LOVING SOMEBODY. GAWD, GIVE ME A VODKA/HYPNOTIQ....LOL. NO, BUT SERIOUSLY I'M PLEASANTLY IMPRESSED.
ABOUT TODAYS ONBLAST: I RECENTLY FOUND OUT THAT A DEAR FRIEND OF MINE DIED ON OR ABOUT THANKSGIVING. I'D KNOWN HIM FOR OVER 25 YEARS, SINCE COLLEGE. WE PLEDGED THE SAME FRATERNITY TOGETHER, AND I WAS CLOSE TO BOTH HIM AND HIS FAMILY.. ANYWAY I HADN'T SEEN HIM SINCE LABORDAY OR HEARD FROM HIM. IT BOTHERED ME ENOUGH TO TRACK HIM DOWN TO NO AVAIL. FINALLY THE DAY AFTER NEW YEAR 'S DAY I RECEIVED A LETTER FROM HIS MOTHER WHICH INCLUDED A NOTE AND HIS FUNERAL PROGRAM. HIS MOTHER IN HER NOTE EXPLAINED THAT IT WAS HER FAMILY'S DECISION TO KEEP HIS ILLNESS A PRIVATE MATTER.
First things first; Mongkon Pusuwan they should cane that Mo-Fo, she’s a man now; Toyota had a hook for that… “You asked for it, You got it, a Canning!”
On to the blast question of the day: Not Shocking, a little caught off guard is more like it. It’s a litter difficult to shock me. You see, the block that most are trying to get around, I assisted; I mean “coordinating” in its building. But please allow me to go on; a very handsome and affectionate friend, (a little brother type well, I thought), called me one day with great emotion in his voice and left me a distressful message saying; “we had to talk immediately”. It seemed that his adopted parents were coming to New York from Ohio and he told them that we, he and I, lived together and had a dog, a grant dane more or less, and we were Lovers. After the worst 45 minutes of my life with him crying and pleading at the bar where I was known for have an “after a bad day at work cocktail”, (but not since), he told me the whole twisted story. I was a little charmed by his choice of me so; I agreed to carry out the counterfeit love nest performance he had created. I told him that he had me from, “if you don’t, I’ll kill myself.” Funny as it is now, it wasn’t then; he even went out of his way to adopted a dog, Wow! Well, Mom and Dad loved me and the puppy so much, they stayed an extra week to get to know me better. Two weeks out of my life for a friend in need; oh yeah, and some really hot butta, but I digress. He came up with another story, or should I say “long tail” after they returned home to Ohio about how I was called away on business to African and he did not think it was fare for us to try to maintain a relation across the ocean and maybe when I got back we would try again. They felt so sorry for him they sent him half of his inheritance. Well, I still Love my apple-head buddy, (miss da’ butta), but we’re still cool.
J’Moo
Let's see the question is "You don’t know me! What was the most shocking discovery you made about a close friend? Did it affect your relationship with them? How did you come upon the discovery?" Yo J'Moo...remember when we talked about that sweater that keeps knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting.... well, you get my drift.... :)
OKat' Bi#2h,
A good friend had his parents believing that we were Lover and lived together. I still love him the same.
Now, from now on you keep it short and sweet too honey,
(i.e. “I promised never to divulge the information, but for a while I was curious how the incident occurred and the circumstances surrounding the conviction. Finally, after a very tense few months, I finally broke down and said, “I can’t keep acting like this isn’t bothering me. What the f*ck happened?!” We talked all night long and by morning I not only understood, I admired my friend.”)
Using your no sweater knitting policy: He killed but you still did him, end of story;
you can be real nasty you bscs…
Regards,
J’Moo
Open, available for sharing and being heard, a safe place to voice your opinions, my black a@*; yeah for your selective likes...go on Leroy, go on.
my last posting, good bye
J'Moo
Look... there was just a lot going on and nothing seemed "shocking." What now I can't comment on your shyt!? I will slap yo' black azz to the floor...
Where did you get the impression that I screwed my homicidal friend? Whatchu think I sleep with all my black male friends? Wait, wait... don't answer that.
he does! I know he does. He's slept with all thirteen of my personalities. I'm schizophrenic and so am I me too!
Okay...so y'all are callin' me a hookah today?!
Shocking story:
One of my dearest Lover, (who will remain nameless), left our home, at less I thought it was a home, smelling clear and fresh. He returned smelling fresh and clear too; please note the difference. That was one of things I Loved most about him, how clear he WAS; but I digress again, (MUST BE SHORT & SWEET, GOT IT!) Yes, he returned smelling fresh and clear and of Dial soap; unfortunately we only used Lever 2000 at our house. I pointed it out to him in “on front street” and continued to Love him any-way, and even to this day.
Shocking, AH!
J”Moo
Lawd... why don't you strike him dead and spare me?!
Today and every day here after
"Caco" Rican,
Maybe you're the schizophrenic one after all...
J'Moo
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