Sunday, December 14, 2008

Why we can't get rid of "the n word"


Yesterday my family attended a Christmas play. It was supposed to be a family night full of good tides and good feelings. But to paraphrase Chris Rock, Black folks can try to have fun, but there is always one group that messes it up. You got it, niggers! Consequently my night ended with a drive by verbal assault by one such member of that exclusive group. She was apparently upset with me, because my mother and I had been conversing prior to the play about parental responsibility to their children. You see there were a lot of children at the play last night and we just hoped these parents were going to keep their children under control. I mean, we were at a play for goodness sake. I also had made a comment about mothers and how they should always have some snacks on hand for their younger children. Well, apparently, my comments were offensive to a women who was sitting near me. She eavesdropped on my conversation that didn't involve or include her and decided to get her feelings hurt. I had no clue that my comments were under scrutiny until after I was lambasted with insults, by another woman who was sitting in front of the alleged victim of my conversation with my mother. I was called a demon and was threatened with an exorcism by this woman who continued to yell and scream at me, because both her and her girlfriend chose not to mind their own business. They took offense at a conversation about parental responsibility. How gauche and incredibly nigger! This woman had the audacity to continue to scream about how she was a church woman and how I am suppose to approach others with love. (But stop, I wasn't talking to or about either one of these people) She then attacked my appearance, because of my girth. (How very Christian of her) Remember, she was a church woman... When my mother tried to remind her that she was in fact in a church, she screamed at my mother that she wasn't a Christian woman and took offense that my mother would remind her of her surroundings. I just couldn't believe this woman, but when you took a good look at her, she appeared as if she was a recovering addict new to both the church and sobriety. I could be wrong, but I doubt it. You see when you are classy, intelligent and neat, you remind the slovenly about what they lack by just being in the room. This woman choose to insert herself into my life and attack me, because I hadn't taken the ghetto path that she enjoyed riding. So you see, without the word nigger there just isn't a word to adequately describe this woman. So don't throw out the word, just understand that there are some societal misfits that can't be described any other way.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Stuck on Stupid


It is very easy to fall prey to the traps of nonsense in this world. Right now, I'm stuck in a situation that is so beneath me, it would be laughable; if it wasn't so sad. You know, I tried to rekindle something that should have never been lit in the first place. And sometimes, when you try to go back to something that was never right, the consequences become incredibly huge. Now that I am older, the stuff that I tolerated before, totally incenses me. I have no patience for individuals who aren't responsible or mature. I have no patience for those who chose escapism as their vehicle to handle life. And because I didn't realize that both parties hadn't grown, I am in a front row seat to a comedy of errors. If you haven't accomplished anything in your adult life, such that you must relive your pubescent youth constantly, get a life. It is pathetic that you haven't challenged your self to grow, but please, don't bore the rest of us with your constant barrage of youthful memories that you can't let go. Understand that this kind of mismatch is dangerous, because the older both parties get, the stakes also get higher. The immature adult child wants to resolve issues physically (like a child) and the other party just wants the tie broken. Since both don't agree on a resolution, anger, arguments and possibly violence occurs. It is not worth trying to go home again, especially if your memories are rose colored. In hindsight, this waste of energy, was always just that. A waste of energy, a way to settle and not allow myself to grow and experience new and more challenging things. The irrational reasons that I used, in the past, to stay stuck on stupid (or shall I say with stupid) don't even matter anymore and as such I am miserable. I can't shake this virus, it won't go away. No matter how much I plead, or reason or shout, it doesn't hear anything I say. This breed of selfishness is beyond reason and for the life of me I don't see anyway out. So learn from me, take the high road always, it may be unfamiliar and scary, but the growth that you will receive will be worth it; and the misery that you may avoid will be a gift from God.