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Well I guess I'll see you next lifetime;
Baby we'll be butterflies.
I guess I'll see you next lifetime;
That sounds so divine!
I guess I'll see you next lifetime;
I guess I will now.
I guess I'll see you next lifetime;
Wait!
Wait a little while! -Next Lifetime, Erykah Badu, Baduizm
So a couple of days ago, I was having a case of writer's block in the worst way; (as you heard the other day) one of the things I did to remedy this was sending out a massive cry-for-help text to my muses. As my responses were coming in, I got two ideas that really sparked my interests (look for the other post later in the week).
In any case, one of my good friends, Jarrett (Jiburgess.blogspot.com ...you should REALLY check this guy out) was having a bit of the same issues I was having, and also needed help developing an idea. As I was shooting off routes he could take with his blog, he decided that maybe I should write it
(probably because I sent my ideas via text and he probably got tired of me wasting 80 percent of his monthly texts...sorry!).
So here goes...
I have figured out the biggest conundrum in male/female relations (or at least I'd like to think so)!!
More often than not, especially from my minority brethren, I hear: A) men ain't [insert expletive], B) a good man is hard to find, C) too many men are beneath my standards, D) it was time for me to settle down so he had to suffice. I say--it's just a big case of bad timing.
Bad timing? Rhonda, how you can say that all of the problems we have with the opposites sex is bad timing? Are you crazy? (Depends on who you ask...)
But if you think about it, as women, from a very young age we are taught to fit a certain mold. We are given baby dolls and Barbies to learn how to be a mother; we are given toy kitchen sets to teach us how to be a good wife; and we are taught that by the time we graduate from college, we should have two degrees: a B.S and an MRS. And we must not forget about that incessant biological clock (more like hour glass) that is quickly running out of sand--we must beat it at any cost. Forget being an accomplished exec, because if you hit 30 and don't have a husband and kids, you can kiss your real woman card goodbye.
With all of that being said, think of how it feels for a man. From the beginning, he is given toy soldiers to teach him to conquer all that come in his path (yes, that includes women); he is given super heroe action figures to teach him how to be bigger, stronger and smarter; he is taught that when he graduates from college, he shouldn't rush to get tied down with a wife and kids--at least take 10-15 years to become the CEO of a company before you even remotely think about serious relationships.
So you meet around 25, and the woman is putting on (as my boyfriend would say) the full-court press; and at the same time the guy is thinking it's just a pick-up game. You see the problem? BAD TIMING! (and bad communication---but that's not the angle I'm going for today). Now that's not to excuse the few ass-hat men who are just plain failing life. And I could also say for those women who keep attracting those so-called good-for-nothings--maybe you should look inwardly to see why people like that continuously gravitate toward you. No one can love you if you don't love yourself.
In any case, do you see where I'm going with this? What do you think?
Maybe I've Found the Answer......Peace.
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Rhonda
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I know my style don't match ur lifestyle.
Ms. Corporate Chick meet Mr. Wild Child
You stack it up while I just freestyle,
For a while, let's see how it goes.
Even though it's so heavenly;
I see you back steppin' so steadily.
Why can't we let it happen and just let it be;
Why can't we let it breathe oh! -Right or Wrong, Eric Roberson--the Left
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I'm itching to write, but I have no ideas--how bad does that suck? So I started my blog to give my two-cents to the world about everything from current events to Indian cuisine (which I find quite gross by the way--too much coconut. YUCK!).
I started out like I normally would--looking through newspapers and pop mags,trying to find something that aggravated me to the point of spontaneous combustion or excited me enough to fawn over it (kind of how I used to be in high school about B2K--but that's another blog.) Then I saw an article on a site called www.blackagendareport.com about the Boondocks being the voice of the black community. This almost moved me enough to express my irritation with how it is such a crying shame that with all of the black rappers/singers/actors and athletes in this country, the views/concerns of an entire race is being represented by a satirical cartoon (kudos to Aaron McGruder though for putting the issues out there). But alas, I wanted to blog on a happy note today. :)
Feeling even more at a loss, I tuned into my Pandora (my lifeline of sorts) to get some musical inspiration; I was thinking maybe my Eric Roberson (and if you don't know who he is, you should die a slow death and maybe sit down for a cup of Kool-Aid with the real Jim Jones....or you can just youtube him--your choice) station will unclog the crap that is blocking my writing flow.
While listening to my tunes, I thought maybe I should write about that feeling you get when you hear songs you love. You know that feeling of really FEELing the music--eyes closed, vibing, in your own space--I'm getting butterflies just thinking about it! Maybe I could write about how a really good rhyme over a really good beat can turn your day from melancholy to melodious. Nah, I'm not feeling a blog about that either.
Maybe I could just talk about how I'm waiting on pins and needles for the newest installments of the Vampire Academy or the Anita Blake series to to get to my house (Richelle Mead and Laurell K. Hamilton are geniouses). Yes, I enjoy my share of vampire lore. And NO you'd better not judge me! But I figured there weren't enough nerdy bookworms like myself out there to fully appreciate a blog about that.
Or I could write about how there are so many pseudo-thugs in Hip-Hop. How David Banner was once SGA (Student Government Association) President--before earning an MBA. Or Plies who has perfect diction in interviews, but sounds like he's talking with his mouth full on wax. Heck, even Lil' Wayne almost had a degree, and I don't have to list too much more about that--you listen to the radio...
So I guess I've decided to write about nothing. Not books, not counterfeit thug rappers, not music--my love, not racial grievances, not any of the above. Maybe I should've written about how I always end up rhyming when I write (unconsciously living out my rap star dreams--eh?). In the end, I can't decided on anything so here goes nothing.
Peace
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