psychosis is a misplaced metaphor

so i watched tyler perry's 'for colored girls' today. it reminded me of a time when i was misunderstood. you see, at various times throughout the movie, the women would stare off into space and go off on these long soliloquies that made absolutely no sense, beyond the sense that it made because they had craziness going on in own their lives. beyond that, no sense at all.
take these women out of that backdrop, put them on a street corner with all their imagery and metaphors and they would be put away.
crazy is relative and psychosis is a misplaced metaphor.

a picture's worth 1000 tv shows

this one's dedicated to my high endurance boo.



I stumbled on this gem in the Intel parking lot today and couldn't stop laughing.
Yes, they do have California license plates in California, but apparently also Public School 25 Alums.
You will always be the V in TV.
One day, we might just make our after-school special.
You will kick the the NY marathon's butt!
You're a good mother.
You still need Jesus (that will never change ;-)
I love you.
T

worker bee

and satisfied to be one.

listen

"so you're going to miss your sister, huh?" my boss asked.
"yeah, but i'm definitely NOT going to miss living with her..."

so then, i asked my new roommate, "do you have a best friend?"
she said something about having close friends.
at that moment, i started crying.
she saw my tears, yet her pre-occupation with the TV told me that she couldn't care less.
i have to move out as soon as possible.

see, i have a best friend. i used to be roommates with my best friend. my best friend is now going to be at least 2500 miles away for the duration. i miss my best friend a lot. and at that moment, i actually felt it.
see, my old roommate is the type of person who would care what was wrong if she saw tears. any friend would, right? if i've ever let you see me cry, it's either because we were under a confidentiality agreement, or i considered you a friend...once.
see, realizations can be rough. realizing that a friendship is one-sided is dissappointing. realizing that someone who should care, actually doesn't hurts. but then again, realizing that you have to eat your words about what you will or will not miss about someone can be downright lyrical.

"on and on it seems to go, but..."

"she understands my uniqueness"

i was tickled today by a co-worker who's going to pop the question to his girlfriend.
you know that co-worker who's just a little special?
that's him...
while sweating profusely, he proclaimed, "she understands my uniqueness".
i giggled.
love can be so simple and pure.
the episode almost jolted me out of my jadedness.
i will pray for another encounter.

complicit

i hate cursing now, but i can't help the string of expletives that show up in my head... it is when i think of how unsubstantial the power of 1 truly is.
2, 3, many more... but 1, the 1 that you have control over, so minute. by being overcome by the ineffectiveness of a single person, we become complicit in whatever ills are being perpetuated by the status quo. this complicity is something for which generations to come should not forgive us. status quo comes in so many forms: a gang rape going unadressed by bystanders, the craziness that was the war in iraq...even in the latter there was a single voice against it, but still, no effectiveness to reverse the horror.
those that know that the status quo should be on the side of that which is true and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable should NOT be overwhelmed by their singular range.
these should be who harness the call and the strength to mobilize masses.
let's move from complicit to sustaining the call to empower.

the barrier

my heart burns with the desire to take a huge sledge hammer and break it for always...