A female “friend” of mine called me for advice about a dude she’s seeing. I gave her the advice and she thanked me for being a friend. I told her I was in the friend “category” but I’m not truly a friend. I mean we’re cool as hell, we’ve known each other for years, never flirted and have no business interests in each other…all that points to the safest zone of male/female interaction possible, but does that make us friends? I say nah.
There are some women that I may speak with to share a laugh, that I wouldn’t mind helping out if they needed me and some who I sincerely miss if I don’t see them in years…and these are people I have never crossed any line with. But again, are we friends…acquaintances…homies…old schoolmates? Or maybe just 2 people that never got close enough to mess up the so-called platonic friendship we’ve maintained. How did Plato get a whole relationship named after him anyway?
The age-old question, ‘can heterosexual men and women be friends?’ is boring, redundant and incapable of solving in 1 post.
There are too many variables to the equation when you include co-workers, exes that morphed into the friend zone and people you bumped uglies with a few times to satisfy that animalistic curiosity. Curiosity kills cats by the way (do with that pun whatever you like).
So here I am to lay wisdom upon you.
Some instances where men and women can truly be friends…and the contrary. Add more if you like.
THEY COULD POSSIBLY BE FRIENDS IF…
1.Guy is unattractive to her.
She likes tall, he’s an elf
She likes slim, he’s burly.
She likes Black, he’s…you get the idea.
2.Girl being unattractive isn’t really enough because he’d still sleep with her if she came at him correctly. But if he’s in a great relationship and she’s undesirable to him then he most likely would turn down any advances or flirts. And if she knew that then maybe there’s a possibility that “not-so-hot” chick and cool looking Guy can be amigos.
3.Girl is former or current lover of Guy’s brother or father. Dealing with his Best friend isn’t good enough…he may still test the waters.
4.Guy is former or current lover of…give me a second…(7 mins later). Yea I can’t see a female being genuinely close with anyone that is dealing with her homegirl, sister or bestest buddy and it being platonic. She may be cool with homie but they ain’t shoe shopping and chatting bout reality shows without someone wanting more, scratch this 1.
5.If Guy has other intentions for the friendship, I.E getting to know her better-looking friends.
6.If Girl has ulterior motives, I.E business advancement or wants his homeboy.
7.If Guy and Girl are both happily married and the 2 couples hang out together, share jokes, stories and advice but Guy and Girl do not hide their conversations or talk outside of the group of 4.
8.If Guy is some sort of client of Girl and they email each other only about business and they both have invested interest in going further in their careers…and she has a famous, rich boyfriend…or is looking for one…and Guy is not rich and she’s out of his league…and he’s not cute to her…in any way…then maybe they could be pals…maybe.
9. (On 2nd thought) If Girl is attractive to Guy and vice versa they can still be friends. BUT Guy has to really be an evolved individual and they can never be alone indoors for any reason…or drunk at a party where she needs a ride…or on her birthday where she may think “it’s my birthday and I can do what or who I want and it doesn’t matter” or umm, he has to do top-only hugs at all times, and never look at her cleavage. There’s more rules to 2 hot opposite gendered people being homies but I still think if they’re not related…watch out.
10.If they have slept together once…or twice just out of curiosity but neither mention it again and 4 years minimum have passed, there is a slight chance that maybe they have defeated the sexual attraction that exists and can move on to a real friendship if and only if they have both found people they really like and realize that the sex had to happen to get it out of the way…but most likely they aren’t friends.
So you found your soulmate and he/she has a few opposite gender buddies that are not ugly enough for you huh? Well pay attention.
THEY ARE PROBABLY NOT FRIENDS IF…
1.Guy has ever offered a massage.
2.Girl has ever said, “I need a massage.”
3.If they go out and Guy pays.
4.If they go out and Girl reaches but Guy still pays.
5.If there is no chance for $ to be made by them meeting for dinner, lunch, or brunch.
6.If they have children together but they are cordial and he/she sleeps there sometimes…”for the kids”
7.If Guy introduces her by her name and not “this is my friend, Girl”
8.If Guy has masturbated to thoughts of Girl.
9.If they are co-workers and…
yea that’s it, any good looking people at work must sleep together at some point, they ain’t friends, don’t fall for the banana in the tailpipe…especially if
9a.Girl tells him what her man doesn’t do.
9b.If Guy tells her what he can do.
9c.If they smile at the thought of each other.
9d.If they work closely together when they don’t have to.
9e.If they speak thru email and no one else has their email passwords…
10.And if your spouse has an ex-lover that is now their “pal” or “besty” and the relationship has broken new grounds since they stopped having horizontal dance sessions, don’t be so jealous and jump to conclusions that Guy is still flirting because he thinks he has “beatrights”…or Babymama rolls her eyes at you…or Guy sends “I miss u” text msgs at 12:30 am…or Girl writes private jokes on his Facebook wall…or Guy tags her in everything he posts…even with all of that, they might be friends. He may be over your woman…that chick may not care about your man.
There’s a high probability that they are 2 individuals on an enlightened path that have decided to divulge info, hang out with or seek the company of someone that isn’t their lover.
In summation, chances are if opportunities present themselves, if liquor enters systems, doors close, mouths shut, and phones lock, a man and woman may discover that the human they confide in is more than a private part in an emergency glass casing revealing the truest essence of “platonicism.”
or they’ll get it in and realize what’s real…
They ain’t friends.
As always, thanks for your comments! They make a difference…
You know what never happens to me? I never go out to eat and finish my entree and have the server come over and say “We saw how fast you finished your food and it looked like you enjoyed it, so the chef decided to bring you seconds and it’s on us…”
I would be so grateful and excited, but that never happens. Instead, I go to buffets once in a blue moon and the food is just above ok and I try to save room but it doesn’t work. I am never as hungry as I am at those spots where plate refills don’t exist. Oh well.
And since I’m mentioning food, you know what really grinds my gears:
When people show up to fight parties or house functions with no beverage or contributions, then they’re the 1st ones in the kitchen grabbing up wings and pouring Belvedere. I just hate that.
It irks the hell out of me when I do that. But times are hard and my little bottle, which will be from my crib…and be opened already, isn’t going to add much to your shindig and besides if it IS a new bottle, you better believe it’s coming with me.
I know…I know, rappers are supposed to be ballers but I’m not one of those guys that comes to the crib party with big gallons of Hennessy and Patron and all the people look at them when they walk in like they just turned water into wine. Oooh I hate them too. Just bring one thing and put it in the kitchen discreetly, so what you got it, you don’t have to flaunt it rich guy. I hope your kid misses a meal because of your magic, fancy bottle you brought.
I think with housewarmings people expect gifts…at BBQs they don’t mind you just bringing buns or soda, (ice is the cop out) but at fight parties, money has been spent on an event so if you’re not charged to get in then the pressure is on you to have something in your hand when you walk thru the door. Hosts are hip to the six-pack of beer trick too. I think there’s a 2 six-pack minimum, if you’re not alone, which is crap in my book.
House parties are interesting because you have to take so many things into consideration:
-Mismatch socks (or holes) incase you have to take your shoes off…
-Food on your face, in your teeth, on your breath, any food disrupting your cool can be detrimental. Just stick with finger food and if you’re a guy then you have to give up your seat for a female that’s standing up eating, yea I know, it sucks but I didn’t make these up.
-Too much alcohol, blurting out unfunny jokes or flirting with the wrong person could result in long-term damage. Especially with twitpics and cameras on phones.
-Sweating can be pretty bad too, because then you have to wipe your forehead and get paper towel remnants on you…or you get sweat stains and people point and these are just the small things.
-Overextended convos. It’s tough to know when you’ve reached the point of small-talking to someone for too long but heed the signs if you’re the culprit of forcing a conversation that should’ve ended at “You still have my number right?” or “I’mma hit you on Facebook.”
The next level of shame at the house gathering is frightening and under no circumstances should you stick around if you have:
-A booger, or nose crust, or anything that resembles mucus in that area. If a friend doesn’t warn you early, it’s curtains for you.
-Body odor, you may have forgotten deodorant or it wore off…or the sweat took over and now someone is indirectly talking loud about how people in here need to bathe and you don’t even know it’s you…so you laugh and that makes other folks laugh…so you laugh more because you think they’re laughing with you…but they’re really laughing at you.
-If you have to use the bathroom for anything other than #1 then you should leave that shindig right away. Even if you’re nowhere close to anything else, it’s important not to blow up bathrooms or get alcohol sick at someone’s home. This isn’t even a cool/uncool thing, it’s just wrong. Of course there are exceptions and if you have to go well then you have to go but I say go before you go.
You may think I went to some fight party this weekend and that’s what sparked this rant, but I did not. Not that I wasn’t outside Dallas Austin’s mansion a few minutes after the list closed. Yes there was a list. Not a good time to have a shirt with your name on it when you’re trying to pretend you’re not the guy that didn’t get in.
“Stimuli, is that you? You didn’t get in either?”
“Nah I was in there, it was wack! Just free food, drinks and real famous folks rubbing elbows, I’m outta here.”
Last time I left you guys I was talking about strippers and needing change and recently I experienced another scenario where I sought change.
I was out at a loungy, sportsbar place and I walked in the restroom excited because I knew this spot had one of those heavy automatic hand dryers and who do I see? Bathroom attendant guy.
Now don’t get me wrong, sometimes you go to the club and might need some type of gum or candy or extra fragrance and at that time and that time only is the bathroom attendant guy helpful.
This elderly Black gentleman had the whole layout: sour powers, Dentyne Ice, mints, Vera Wang, Gaultier, Blue Jeans fragrances etc, his own set of towels, everything under the sun. And right next to all of this stuff was the tip plate. The plate he would empty in his pockets but keep a few ones out there to give people incentive, but he didn’t leave too much money showing because it would look like he was paying his rent handing out towels.
Altogether, he could’ve spent maybe $20 on this whole setup, watered down fragrances and discount candy isn’t fooling me. But here I am compelled to give. I washed my hands without even using the lavatory and I got out of there. I think I had $5 cash on me maybe and we had a server that actually was doing work…not handing me a towel…and a paper towel at that.
This guy handed me a paper joint and I couldn’t even use the dryer after that. He ruined my trip and wanted bread on top of that.
About an hour later I really had to use the facility and now I knew it would be uncomfortable because I didn’t give him a dime last time. I think the rules should be if you don’t engage in convo with him or take his refreshments then you owe him nothing. He wasn’t even one of the over-friendly ones.
I’ve seen bathroom guys at the club that had lintbrushes and would brush your shoulder while you looked in the mirror…one guy had insightful words and compliments for everyone. I think he had jokes too, and this other cat had music and candles.
Truthfully, the restroom is the last place I want to experience any exchange of ideas with strangers but I say if you’re going to make this a career or whatever, go hard. I don’t know how it is for ladies’ bathrooms, I haven’t heard any stories about them but I’m sure it’s not as creepy.
So I mapped out my plan of attack to thwart reaching in my pockets this time.
Scenario 1: I figured I could pretend I was on the phone, not make eye contact and just head on out.
Flashback 1: I remember being at the sink and reaching in my pocket one time for chapstick and the bathroom guy said, “Thanks son”
‘What did he just say?’ I thought to myself. Did he thank me in advance AND call me son? Damnit, he got me. And I tipped a few dollars.
Ok, phone plan is out.
Scenario 2: How bout I use the sink closest to the dryer and just go for the dryer?
That’s it, I don’t use the towel; I don’t owe him.
But what if he remembers me and speaks to me this time?
Flashback 2: I recall a restroom trip at a club and Bathroom guy was extra cool and cordial, joked with me and some other cats and they all dropped a few bucks but I didn’t have it so I just said peace and tried to get in on their tip like it was mine.
The 2nd time I went in that night, he was so cold and distant like he kept a mental image of me sneaking out and I was crushed. I drank 2 more drinks just so I could go back in there a 3rd time and I had some change this time, I think I gave him a 5 and his face didn’t even light up. He just said “thanks” in kind of a monotone way like it was expected, like it was a part of clubbing.
Present day: I decided to combine the 2 scenarios and try the phone thing and the sink close to the dryer. There I was, finished my business, eyes low, started reaching for my phone as I simultaneously tried the soap on the sink near the dryer and nothing came out, I shifted to the next sink and nothing. Then it happened…he had his own special soap he poured in my hand before I could find the working soap dispenser. He won, it was some anti-bacterial, sweet but not fruity smelling soap and I was locked in…I fumbled the phone exposing that it didn’t ring, I washed my hands, received his wack paper towel and asked him for change for $5 and he pulled out a knot that looked like he had been on the corner all day slinging.
The moral of this story is something about giving but I’m not sure what it is. But now I think that Bathroom guys have kids and hopes and dreams and sure they might be scammers or just innovative businessmen that know how to get some extra tax-free cash during a recession but either way, they are a part of society, and if we accept grownups with cornrows then we should accept them as well.
This entry is stolen from my book:
Before you read this, please understand that I do not claim to know everything. I am not a grammar guru or a spelling bee sultan but I do know that laptops fit on your lap, and labtops…well I don’t know what labtops are but I think that they’re fancy shirts worn by female scientists.
I hate when people correct my grammar. Every time I say something like “conversate” or “irregardless,” or “where you been at?” or “what you hit me for?” I don’t need some smarty art telling me I made up a word or used it incorrectly, or added an unnecessary preposition. Most people don’t even know what a preposition is.
I’ve been using the English language for quite some time, I don’t know every word and how to use it but you know what I mean most of the time. Nowadays, in this email era, thee extent of people’s education is exposed more and more.
But wait, don’t worry about it, I’m on your side. I used to get annoyed by misspelled words, misplaced punctuation and sometimes typos but now I realize how much of a snob I was. Everyone didn’t go to school, and even the ones who did, didn’t pay attention in English class, and even if you paid attention, how are you supposed to remember when to use “your” or “you’re” when your in a rush? See! Even I get it wrong. Wrong or write though. It doesn’t matter.
Sure, I definitely feel like saying something when folks use words they may not know how to spell.
“Sha is definately a prick, weather you believe it or not.”
“Stop being so phacecious and synical yo.”
“Their always seperating us, do you here what I’m saying?”
Yes I here you, and I hear you too, the squiggly red line doesn’t always pop up, and it’s not your fault anyway. I no what there trying too do man. Its two much too right down.
If no one ever told you the correct way that a word is spelled, how wood you know? They sound alike.
But then there are the terms that maybe you should stay away from, if you haven’t done the proper research:
-Labtops??
-I’ve never seen a statue of limitations, but I’m sure it’s a small statue compared to the statute of limitation.
-I don’t know what lip singing is, I’ve heard of lip syncing where your mouth is synchronized with audio. But if lip singing is singing with just your lips, then that must be tough.
-I’ve never “harpered” on something and I’m not sure that I want to.
-If you’re animate about an occurrence at work, but you mean to be adamant, don’t get mad at me and start to get all cartoon crazy.
-“Embarrassed” and “harassed” are tricky. Just use “ashamed” and “bothered.”
-If you think you’re better “then” me and “than” you want to prove it…well you just did.
-If you want to listen to your inner conscious and I’m boring you to a point where you become unconscience then that’s find with me.
-I like benefits, and although I would rather that they are fringe benefits over French ones, I’ll take what I can get.
-No matter how many different artsistes you like, I hope I’m one of them. Well I know I’m not anymore.
I STARTED THESE RAMBLES AWHILE BACK AND PEOPLE DIG THE READS SO I AM BRINGING YOU UP TO SPEED ONE BY ONE I WILL POST EM UP…OH YEA THESE ARE ALL LEADING UP TO A BOOK I JUST FINISHED SO SOME OF THE ENTRIES WILL COME FROM THAT AS WELL…ENJOY
So I went to church for the 2nd time this year last Sunday. Small congregation, friendly atmosphere in ATL, preacher man remembered me, so when he called me up towards the end of the service I wasn’t too nervy. When he said someone in my family was praying for me while others in my circle were keeping me down, I wasn’t surprised. But when he asked if I ever thought about becoming a minister… I was umm…flattered.
I don’t know why, but if I gave off that type of reverendish aura then I think that’s kind of cool. I chuckled a little and said yes, he asks, “What’s the hold up?” I say, “Well my album entitled My Soul To Keep just dropped, the title may sound gospelly but you wouldn’t really dig most of it. I curse out God and speak on feminine hygiene, oh but I do admit to believing in The Almighty, although I’m not a Christian, yea I kinda gotta pee soooo…”
I didn’t really say any of that, I just let out a shrug and thought to myself, if he only knew my day job. I don’t do religion, which is why it’s ok for me to have a song called “Blasphemy” and one called “I Believe” on the same disc.
People ask me about that and I say it represents growth and enlightenment throughout the album but then I think maybe I should just do more songs about nothing. There are so many religions with rules and guidelines, I wouldn’t know which one to choose and who’s right or wrong. I don’t want to get to the gates and find out I had the wrong praise going on.
Anyway the preacher convo got me to thinking about my calling. You know the moment where you realize why you’re placed on the earth. Some of us sit at our workplaces and wonder if we’re doing enough, if we’ve reached our potential, is it ok to still dream? Some of us are in school, living check to check, looking outside ourselves waiting for happiness or waiting for that sign to hit us.
I used to wake up with a passion for music, now I can’t tell if it’s bruised my ego and I’m bored with it or if I really have reached a point where I’ve done all I wanted to do. Maybe if I was just on the American Music Awards or if my LP was gold or I was on radio all day, I would feel different. Maybe I wouldn’t be searching for a greater cause or some worldly purpose.
Now that I think about it, pastor guys are like entertainers, trying to get buzz to get more followers, they have Facebook and Twitter pages, they get reputations for being great performers and all of a sudden they become Joel Osteen and have TV shows, millions of viewers, selling out stadiums, books and Creflo type dollars.
I just wish I could pass around a collection plate near the end of my show. And I could just say, this isn’t for me, this is your offering to God. Am I the only one that thinks briefly before reaching in my pocket if God is really getting this bread? Because a direct deposit would be better than a middleman.
Not that I don’t understand the business of the church and it’s cool to have place of worship so tithing and all that makes sense.
Sometimes I just think it’s funny because it’s like getting the bill at the end of a free buffet…but really all your paying is the tip…because it truthfully is optional…but how do you tip the Lord? I don’t even know but prepare for me to speak on some more life questioning crap in the next few weeks because I’ve hit a crossroad where I’ve given a bunch of music and haven’t gotten the correct offering for the sermons I’ve delivered so far. Or maybe I have and I don’t know it.
“MY SOUL TO KEEP” Album in stores NOW!!!!!
Have you ever engaged in a face-to-face conversation with someone and they accidentally landed saliva on your face? And they looked like they know it happened but they’re too embarrassed to say anything…and you don’t want to wipe it away just yet because that would embarrass both of you…so you kind of wait for their eyes to look somewhere else and then you get it off…then you try to say a lot of words with “p” and “t” to return the favor but it doesn’t work…
Maybe that’s just me.
I’m not a nice guy at all, but I was reading this Malcolm Gladwell book that really stressed the theory that we are all never one way. Meaning the nicest person in the world can be a prick at any given moment, the safest guy you know can throw caution to the wind in the right circumstance and, you get the idea.
I don’t think authors are smarter than me but I think the word “author” has something to do with “authority” and that maybe the only reason I’m writing books is so people can say I’m an authority figure on some topic I pretended I knew a lot about…either way, I think that author was pretty on point.
You ever had a server mess up your order but you still left a decent tip?
How bout handing an unfriendly cashier a 20 and getting back the 20 as part of your change…and you point out the mistake and return the bread?
Not you?
Ok, what about the passing beggar that doesn’t have any talent and has on some name brand gear but truly looks as though hard times has fell upon them? Normally, you look the other way but something inside you says this human may need your help, or it might be an Angel testing people out disguised as a beggar…or a demon doing the same but whatever the case you decide to give knowing your contribution could go right to the bottle.
I can say I’ve done all that and the exact opposite at different times.
Sure some folks are neat freaks or compulsively considerate or habitually late but for most of us, we think we know who we are and what we “always” do and we throw it in as part of our characteristics…but those things change, and that is probably the only constant that we are bound to endure…change.
Speaking of change, I went to a bachelor party the other day and as this stripper danced on me and I realized I didn’t have any…change that is, I thought about her motivation. Sure, she may have thought I wasn’t the ugliest guy in the room, but her nudity, her moves, her feigned passion was all about paying her bills. I didn’t want her to like me or anything but I felt like a pawn in her little game.
It just reminded me of a Bud Light commercial as they all marveled at these women flipping and spreading as if they had never seen it before and threw out grocery money like mindless fools.
So after I got some change and joined the fools, I see why they say certain parts of the female anatomy make the world go round
And this ladies and gentlemen brings me to my final thought brought on by a short story that I will label fiction for squeamish readers:
I’m in a car with two of my boys in Atlanta. I’m in the backseat, Cephus is driving and he owns a shiny, luxury vehicle. Some women pull up on the driver’s side. Cephus spills some cool guy banter, they bite and say they’re not doing anything later, and hand him a CD. I instantly think they’re rappers so I say pop it in. He notices a phone number on it and lipstick, I try to play it and realize it’s not a CD but it’s a DVD.
Fast forward story, DVD in car, we watch screen, fast forward DVD, girl from car, is now girl on screen, now girl unclothed, now girl with man on top of her, ok DVD out, phone number called, whatever, whatever, story gets fuzzy but the ending was PG I promise.
We did get to speak to the young actress in person and during our interview we found out that a photo shoot she was paid to do turned into an impromptu porno because some more money was offered. We don’t know how much but that turned into a DVD of her 1st time, ahem…on camera that she’s selling.
My point is, is the motivation of money enough to make someone put him or herself on camera like that or is that a part of who you are already?
Does it make her a whore? Is she just money driven? How many of us have the ability to separate sex and love? How much would you charge to get on camera and handle your business? What if it was enough to change your financial situation? What if it was just sex and no filming? Is there a price at all that can make you go that far?
Most of us say that there isn’t a number because we have too much to lose: jobs, family, dignity…for the rest…you just saw a magic number pop in your head, don’t worry your secret’s safe with me. But think for a second about who you are as opposed to the situations you’re in, some of us are still learning ourselves and it’s not the worst thing in the world.
Look out for 2 new discs from me “The Proposal” and “My Soul To Keep: OVERTIME.” I thank you in advance for your feedback and comments.
Dear Allergies and pollen demons,
I am rebuking your presence. We had a long run since I was 4, but somehow I almost thwarted you last year and I will desperately try again. Peace.
Oh and whoever is controlling the weather machine…you had enough laughs yet? I’m not getting the whole practical joke, intertwining seasons, earthquake thing you guys are going for but enough is enough. I’m sure it’s the government and it has to do with money but I don’t have to like it.
And since we’re on the conspiracy money theory, I was trying to figure out what a bunny rabbit has to do with the resurrection of Christ last week looking at Easter commercials…all I found was some Anglo-Saxon goddess of fertility named Eastre whose earthly symbol is a rabbit but other than that no correlation. I guess the Easter bunny has as much relation to the rebirth of Christ as Santa Claus does to his 1st birth; I think Saint Nick may have more of a case though. And rabbits don’t even lay colorful eggs so yes we’re all brainwashed by the same people that made up Daylight Savings time.
Of course there’s some symbolism and I get the Lent process and giving up something to have a piece of you die so you can be reborn in some way. Makes me think about how holy days are meant to be spiritual in their origin, but they end up getting so commercialized.
Enough of this depth…I had these questions when I was a kid but I never asked them because I knew people would lie, not know the answer or tell me to go look it up. Back then it was encyclopedias, now it’s google.
The other day I googled the word “google” like I thought some secret world would open itself up to me but it led me right where I started. Which reminds me of the convo I had with someone the other day where I told them that time could not be wasted…they didn’t agree and now I’m thinking maybe that talk might’ve been a waste of time.
I think there are some activities that might fall under the time-wasting umbrella…like “sightseeing.” What is that? You go to a new place and see sights, just writing it I feel like I may have killed moments of my life. How come no one goes sound-hearing…or thing-touching? I’d like to go to a new place with a blindfold and explore with my other senses…or maybe not.
I recently started writing for this site my peoples started called Gladiatorschool.yolasite.com and it interviews and ranks battle emcees and reviews their battles. What experience do I have in battling you ask? Well I have been going to them for years, and although I haven’t been involved in actual word wars with known rappers I’ve had my share of encounters back in my day.
I do get asked if I would ever battle and told that I could or should or whatever. But maybe some of you haven’t been to a Smack, Grindtime or Fight Klub battle over the years. It’s quite disrespectful and very personal nowadays. People prepare for weeks with rhymes and antics to gain crowd reactions and the more truth and jugular targeted insults, the better. Babymama’s real names get called out, children get massacred, lil sisters sodomized, grandmama’s ashes get the Lebron James pre-game ritual treatment. It’s truly entertaining. To be honest, I would never say never but I don’t have that type of hostility in my heart anymore and I have pics of me with Dwayne Wayne glasses on Facebook…just too much existing ammo…I could probably battle myself and get some oohs and ahhs.
I don’t need someone dissing my Moms or saying something authentic about some girl I know because I would stop the battle and ask him “Was that truly necessary and who told you that story because I only told a few folks and now I forgot my rap…you really wanted to win huh? Bastard!”
For now I’ll keep battling bill collectors with bars about hitting them with the semi and AK and whatever cool guns I can find on google that rhyme with credit and bureau.
The other day I was walking in Brooklyn, New York and I saw a cat, and I really like cats. But then as I smiled at the kitty, I noticed his nose was pointy and his eyes were red and then it hit me that this wasn’t a cat at all. It was a possum pretending to be a cat.
I hear possum’s are good actors and that’s where the term “playing possum” comes from. He looked at me, and I looked back, I’m sure he was male because he had a masculine evil grin. And the fear suddenly struck me because I knew that he could kill me…I don’t know how possums kill and I thought about googling it on my blackberry to find out if they’re even dangerous at all. But then I decided I liked the fear and ignorance, it was better to simply jog away from this strange creature than get to know more about it.
I instantly thought of the scene in “Inglorious Basterds” where the French lieutenant guy compares Jews to rats. People don’t like rats, but they don’t even know why. Then he makes the distinction between rats and squirrels both being rodents but the most significant physical difference are their contrasting tails. The long scary tail is one of the things that makes us find rats disgusting.
We see animals, people, objects and sometimes we like them, other times we don’t. And the truth is, most of the time words may not be enough to describe your true reason for your opinion. Sometimes a feeling is just that, a feeling.
While I thought of the origin of possums feigning death and a furry harmless squirrel ran by, I wondered where these preconceived notions came from. I wondered why that bowling alley in Manhattan had a sign that read “no mc colors, baggy pants, du-rags, etc.”
I’ve never seen the word “du-rags” look so official and shiny until I saw that well thought out discriminatory sign. It made sense though, dress codes keep out those unwilling to dress a certain way, and venue owners hope that they can cut down on violent incidents… because we all know the better you dress, the less likely you are to shoot someone. That wasn’t totally sarcasm but apparently these people have never seen mob movies or secret servicemen. They are 2 piece-suited assassins.
As I’m writing this I’m trying to lift my own spirits, as I am saddened by the premature death of one of my dudes, schoolmates and just an overall cool person. But death is almost always premature…even when expected. And yet, it is still our biggest fear. We pray so our afterlives will be better, we try to take care of ourselves to avoid the end and we cry when someone leaves us eternally.
The crazy thing about tragedy is you don’t know how to deal with it until it happens to you. Finding the right words to console someone is so difficult; empathizing with another human’s pain is almost impossible, death, albeit a part of life, never gets easy.
I didn’t mean to depress anyone that made it this far into this ramble, if it helps, I don’t feel any better either.
I will say this, my next full-length CD entitled, “Unsung vol. 1” was originally fueled by my everlasting thirst to be heard, appreciated, and whatever else rappers bitch about. I added the subtitle, “The Garden of Eden” because I realized like Adam and Eve that you may not acknowledge paradise until you have to leave it. Sort of like the man with no shoes running into the man with no feet (pun intended).
So this is my realization, I am where I should be, everything I have endured, (you can say this along with me), is my path. This is your life, acceptance is not easy but once you let what happens hit you and deal with it for what it is, your reactions become controlled, they become real, heartfelt, honest. I am searching…most of us are…this is the most beautiful moment I have ever lived, it is a gift, the present.
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I know plenty of you have thought of this before, but seeing movies like “17 Again” and “Hot Tub Time Machine” made me think…if you could go back in time, of course with the knowledge you have now, what point in time would you rewind to? Junior high? Elementary school? Last week?
I would probably go back to yesterday, get online get the winning lotto numbers and make some quick cash. Any earlier date would just be too tempting, and I would alter too many occurrences in life offsetting the butterfly effect.
Not that it wouldn’t cross my mind to go back to that goofy kid that got cut from JV basketball freshman year and insert a much better jumpshot and courage…or go back to 5th grade and tell my mother, “I love Mike but nah I’m cool on the S-curl thing” or maybe find a young Lebron James in Ohio and befriend him and tell him he could be somebody one day, “remember who told you that ‘Bron.”
Then the ideas pop in the brain about the genius creations that I would introduce before they were actually invented (with a twist), such as shahoo.com or shaspace.com. I would do shamail.com but I think some folks would think I’m the CEO of shymale.com and…oh never mind.
Anyway, my fortune would be accompanied by a bad Hollywood attitude, friends I don’t know, women I don’t trust and me wishing I could go back in time and have a regular life, a family and maybe some hard times so I could appreciate the money that I now have.
You know what I mean, and if you don’t and you’re confused, don’t be alarmed…I had a point but I lost it, oh yeah… We, as adults, were only impressionable children for a few years of our lives, yet all our internal makeup stems from childhood. Your fears, likes, dislikes, anything deep you can think of derives from you being a kid and those issues help shape who you are today:
No love from your father – Daddy issues. Women subconsciously hate men and have fear of abandonment, Men subconsciously blame their mother, hate women and thirst for attention = life sucks.
Of course there are exceptions to this but either way, there’s something about being 6 or 7 years old and having a memory about an event that lasts forever.
There’s a joy in your heart when you think of the toys you played with or cartoons you watched.
Your ideas about church, your connection to fast food restaurants, fragrances, encounters with other ethnicities, not only come from TV but also experiences around us and it begins before the teenage years.
With that said, many of us need therapy…but most of us can’t afford it. And we really know therapy is just someone asking you to identify instances in your life and then figuring out the reasons for your actions by eventually answering your own questions.
To understand what a therapist does, you would have to break the word “therapist” into 2 words.
“Thera” and “pist.”
What 2 were you thinking? You’re sick. You DO need help.
So I have decided to simply play my own therapist and ask myself in my head, “What would therapist guy say?” It has truly helped me with my daily dumb decisions and finding their motivation. I would go into further detail about these therapy sessions but they are between me and him or he and I, or whatever.
Nuts, maybe I am, but this may help you as well. Still in that treadmill relationship? Can’t seem to stop procrastinating? Overeating but not over hungry? Punishing those around you because of something someone else somewhere did to you and you still can’t get over it so you project that pain in the workplace, home and anywhere humans exist? Well then maybe you should conference with someone… on the inside. And maybe until you get it right you should stay…on the inside.
Some of you already do it, except you talk to yourself, or the Creator, or a passed on love one or your imaginary friend from childhood but whoever it is, this can assist you in your day to day ongoings. If it doesn’t work, go to shastimuli.com and post your question, then come back later and post your answer…
what do I look like? A therapist? I have my own issues.
March 9th, marks another anniversary of the death of arguably the greatest rapper of all time. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long and it probably won’t matter how many years pass, his music and memory will live on.
I remember getting the phone call that he passed that morning and I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t believe it. I still recall waaaay back when my brother brought home Big’s demo and the first few songs that he produced for him. The week before his death I was just at school arguing with some Jersey dudes about Biggie being better than Redman. I was telling folks Big was better than everybody, or maybe he was just MY favorite.
When it comes to Christopher Wallace a lot of questions arise. Would he still be on top if he was here? Would Jay-Z be Jay-Z? Was Tupac the better artist? Was he really the best emcee?
Who knows the answers to these questions but after some conversations with some hip-hop enthusiasts and fans of B.I, here are 10 reasons why Big was the greatest of all time in no particular order.
#10.THE JUICY FACTOR
Big’s first commercial single “Juicy” had a vocal intro where he shouted out the people who called the police on him when he was trying to make money to feed his daughter. He introduced the world to a hustler with a heart and a motivation anyone could understand. His story was that he was on his way out of town to continue selling drugs and Puff (his name at the time) heard his music and begged him to come back and record an album. Rap was his way out the hood. We identified with his rise from ashy to classy. Everyone saw Big in the hoodies and fatigue jackets and watched him step up to the shiny shirts and diamonds. “Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirstaay.” Who can’t appreciate that?
