Moody

There are times when caring about just about 90% of anything or anyone is undesirable and avoided. A few adjectives describe my present state: cold would be at the top of the list. To not care is to not feel and such a feeling is spurred on by hurt, disappointment or rejection; it could be a gumbo of the three or more.

The desire to do something great out of the coldness is fuel. No BS, or nothing contrary to "the mood"  is permitted.

Watching Brad Pitt in Ocean's Thirteen puts a smile on my face.

I am so tired of BS! sO tired.

Capitalize

Life consists of so many levels and folk arrive in stages according to lessons learned and not learned. Lately, I have been feeling quiet and kept, but when alarmed, I have knee-jerk responses and blur off into the world of crimson pity and world loathing. In no way am I condoning this excitable behavior, simply stating the truth. Knowing it sets me free.

Normalcy differs for every individual. What a market to capitalize on; individuality. Everybody has it; it's simply been accredited to a certain circle of folk when nothing could be further from the truth. Stereotyping is mistake of the masses as a measuring tape, however, one that is often misread by the uncultured at heart. We all vary to a degree and it is to that degree that we should permit leeway to others.

The cycle of life is a continuous movement in the right direction in accordance with time in hopes of fulfilling destiny and purpose. It is the role of every human being on this planet, cept's our journey's differ; though they may cross at times or even intertwine, but all are a lonely stroll. No other knows our minds like the person who was born with it, live with it and seek to discover it.

Capitalize on your investment; YOU.

Friday Evening

My pride weighs a ton. I suspect it has to do with me wanting to be the best that I can be despite the fact that I am a late bloomer. The load is heavier when personal expectations exceed my abilities or it?

Love is stronger...

Achoo! (ohm..)

Achoo! Allergy season beckons and I am allergic to EVERYTHING! I have a sinus headache the size of Africa and Africa is a pretty big continent. Friday evening my throat felt like I swallowed hell, so I drank Gatorade the entire night between bouts of torturous congestion. I sleep with my present lover, facial tissue everynight, then fall asleep from medicating myself as much as my liver will permit.

I can recall going to an allergist years ago. He attentively plucked a few holes in my arms then dropped various allergens on each area and waiting. I was like, "Is this the only way we can do this?" Man, that whole situation sounds suspect to me. In any case, I was prescribed Claritin and Nasonex for the rest of my days on earth, and then Zyrtec showed up booting Claritin.

Laying down in the dark, I began to recite the different parts of my brain. This act is instrumental in creating solace in the midst of the imaginary foot on my face causing pain. "Is my brain working?" I wondered. My daughter called from her room.

"Mom, are you okay?"

I respond.

"Yes, I am okay."

"So, what are you doing?"

"I am reciting sanity."

She goes silent, walks in my room and rubs my back.

"Are you going to take the lead today?" I asked her.

"The what?" she quizzes.

"Are you going to cook today?"

"I guess."

I lay there a bit thinking, then I blowed my nose for the umpteen time and said to myself, "You gotta shake this off."

I am up. Headache has subsided because I have decided to take the lead and umm...I took two Excedrin Sinus Headache; my second lover.

"Hey, a lady gotta have options."

Ohm..

Smiling

Friday night and I have missed out on Thursday's blog. Last night I hosted poerty night at a local lounge. It was good for the soul. I had an opportunity to do what I love doing and that is encouraging folk and expressing my heart.
Met some interesting folk who share a love for poetry and life in general; I anticipate next week.

I'll get into the characters another time. Tonight I simply want to Be.

Got a full platter. Still smiling.

Peace.

Oh boy!

What a beauuuuutiful day is was today! Sun stretched its rays across Brooklyn and caused folk to shed their layers and embrace vitamin K. I went to the park and laid out with my journal (got browner) to catch my thoughts and the external stimuli of nature. It was awesome!

Stayed out as long as time permitted; I didn't want to let the day go.

"Oh, boy what a day!"

Suppose I Did...

say what I felt at the most inappropriate times, offending only a few and impressing the rest with my brutal honesty? Would that make me a good or bad person? Would it make me rich and popular with tons of fake friends? Is that not life is all about?

I am being cynical.

Of course it would not however, it may. I do wonder what it is like to be a millionaire and actually be happy and at peace. Does the combo exist? It has to or the world would be imbalanced. I'd sure like to befriend one of these rare specimens. Maybe he or she would invest in me.

Suppose I did.