a very meaning rant of the mind into which I...well enough with the title...
I just had some tea. I am satisfied and calm. The first of the month posting will be posted soon. I am just lazy. Just kidding. I will have it posted. I will visit September 01 of the year 1995. Wow...thirteen years have passed since then. Anyhow, I have the day off tomorrow because I will be in Nashville for my doctor's appointment. As such, I will be punished by receiving three points for the day. A doctor's excuse will not even wipe away the points. But what can I say about it? I have been thinking a lot about my identity as an American of African decent. I listened to the Michelle Obama speech last week and it made me proud to be who I am. I am not saying that I was never not proud of being dark-skinned, but it has helped to put things in perspective. People often put too much attention on someone's race or gender or any of the stupid categories we have for ourselves. I know that you will see someone and a word can be used to describe that person. I just feel that it does not have to be the defining characteristic of that person. You do not have to behave in a certain manner just because you belong to a certain category. But this could be my idealistic part of me and I may not know anything about which I am speaking, err...typing. I just realize something, I think this is actually one of the few times where I have actually sat down and just typed out my continuous thoughts. I could just go on and on about everything that I have neglected for the past few years and yet right now I can feel as though I am backing away from the threshold. Why am I doing this to myself? To others. It is not because I have some gigantic secret to dispell (is that even a word). Nothing of that nature. I have too much to say. I could seriously spend all day typing and it still would not be enough. There you go again. I have to say though that this has been a great year for me. I have kept up the political campaigns and all other news thanks to NPR. I am even on the verge of becoming a vegan...actually close to it anyhow. I think about that as I was discussing above. When people are placed into categories, it is as if they become lock to laws and any messups (another made-up word) will be blown out of proportion. Anyhow, yeah where was I? So I do not have to act a certain way just because I am of African decent. I do have to do a damn thing just because I am a man with a husband. I think all of this self-discovery could be because I just watched a revolutionary documentary called Chicago 10. Very powerful...very riveting. You should watch it.
Anyhow, to end this crazy entry, here is a list of my top three favorite songs as of now. I have a mixture of all three in my head at this very moment. 01. David Byrne & Brian Eno "Strange Overtones"
02. Lupe Fiasco "Hip Hop Saved My Life"
03. Radiohead "House of Cards"
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