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Am I turning Red? [edit] All week I had been dodging bullets. If it wasn't one thing, as the cliche doesn't go, it was three or four others. I'm usually a patient person, but my situation with the crib, the office, the lack of a driver's license and one unforgettable trip to Houston, Texas, took me to the threshold of insanity. Only if you knew! So this past Friday, I decided to give myself a day off and simply look at the ceiling all day and all night. I'd simply connect the dots to form shapes of items I don't have such as energy, transportation, riches and hair - whatever they all look like. In just a matter of an hour or two, I found myself surrounded by beautiful, educated black women. All of the sudden, revitalized! My trigger finger was snapping photo after photo of lovely after lovely. Four rolls of lovelys and I'd call the night a success. The next morning, I was in the office; my business partner, Vintory, and I were checking out the photos deciding what magic we could apply to them. As we were flipping through the photos, we kept coming across one lavely after another striking Kodak moments. "Look at these lovelys," my mind drifted. My eyes glazed, my business partner stared at me as if I was comatosed. He wasn't there with me so I described the scene at the reception when I first took notice of several of them. He was laughing at how I was acting - like a kid in a cookie jar. Doesn't matter, though, to me. I was on cloud 13. Sometimes composure has to be sacrificed. When you're "feelin' it," as Bigg Kidz Entertaiment CEO Yohance would say, then you're "feelin' it." Me - I'm still feelin' it.
The it is the determination to accomplish all my agendas in life. Already 24, I feel like I should have already conquered earth and starting making moves on Venus. Ambition sometimes creates the feeling like you're not doing as much as you can be doing. With aspirations such as winning 13 consecutive Pulitzer's and being the first person to walk on four planets, I need to get on the move. "Time is not my friend," I can be heard saying every now and then.
So, for a brief second at the coronation's reception, I analyzed my time to see if I had enough for one more little agenda. With slightly more than 219 years worth of goals to fit in the next 77 years, I entered "The DisAlone Zone" - the zone where I get tunnel-visioned and pursue the universal goal of finding someone with everything I own so I can get back to my abnormal life. Once accomplished, I believe this new goal of mine could fill a void in this abnormal life and help my efficiency in completing the other less important goals. Life is starting to make a little sense for once. Priorities are starting to fall into place and burdens being lifted from my shoulders. I can feel my mentals relax as I contemplate this new feat I'm chasing. I cross my fingers, I whisper a prayer, I take a few deep breaths in preparation and I hope I do not find myself flush red again while pursuing her.
Well, why not post the sequel? |