Saturday, September 3, 2016

Famous Last Words

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Originally posted on 10/8/2009

Current mood:  ninja
Category: Life


Here it is, just 24 measly hours later and I already feel better. See? I always manage to bounce back, however sudden and inexplicable. ° I suppose my merry momentum hit a spirited speed bump yesterday. I kinda figured I'd feel better once I wrote it out. I'm glad it worked. You know, I don't know much about how my twisted mind works or why I'm fond of some of the things I am but I know I've always loved words. 📚 Not shallow, empty and unfeeling words. I love words bursting with meaning, authenticity and bite. I think I have a talent for using words, I know I usually say or write exactly what I mean and I'm very rarely at a loss for them.  Communicating seems to come very naturally to me...usually. Though communication, nor words, were on the agenda for certain club inhabitants last Saturday night. By some lousy stroke of bad luck, two of my exes showed up at my regular night spot. Neither of which I had even the remotest desire to see. One of them talked to Sis most of the time (while I was suspiciously absent) and the other gave me "the evil eye" from across the club most of the night. 👁 Old Evil Eye had just gotten remarried a few months ago, according to his best friends, with whom I had very friendly conversations with on Saturday. I suppose matrimony for Old Evil Eye wasn't all it was cracked up to be, though I sincerely wished him the best. When we were together, I knew he wanted to get married again but he's quite a bit older than me and had kids close to my age, so we were on different pages. Not that I wouldn't have married him...eventually, I just wasn't looking to put aside my priorities to fulfill only his. He'd done a lot more "living" than I had, so I wasn't about to let him pressure me into marriage before I was good and ready. But my relationship with him didn't end badly, not to me. As a matter of fact, I thought our break up was quite amicable.👍🏾 I'd never had a break-up end so "favorably" before but as it turned out, I was in the minority with that assessment. I don't want to dog him out too much because mostly, he's a pretty good guy. He can just be very petty and immature, even at his age. After we parted, I had no hard feelings and every intention of keeping him as a friend but he wasn't having any of that. His relationship motto was ALL or NOTHING, easy choice for me. Actually, I'd completely forgotten about Saturday and The Two Stooges until late last night/early morning when I was on the phone with a friend. I was in my front room having a great phone conversation when I see this huge truck park in front of my yard. It was dark but I could tell the truck's driver was casing my house. I abruptly interrupted my phone friend to tell him that some azzhole just parked in front of my house. I'm thinking What the hell?  It's like 2:30AM and the lights in the front room were off, so I'm sure truck dude didn't expect me to be up. My cell signal suddenly fades as I step my ready-to-rumble azz out on my porch to mean-mug truck dude and let him know I SEE YOU too. 😠 Instead of just driving off, he puts his truck in reverse and backs up until he completely disappears from my sight. Huh? I saw him drive up, so I knew his truck was capable of going forward but he goes in reverse for half a block instead? Weird! Scary! Infuriating! 😡 With my desire to be socially engaging at all my favorite hang-outs and with so much of my personal life floating around in cyberspace, it's hard to know whether I'll one day be at loggerheads with an erratic ex or an obsessed observer.  Sometimes there's a very fine line between friend, fan, foe and stalker. God, please don't let these be the last "ironic & iconic" words I ever write.  Please!? I don't want to be some lame story in the crime section on CNN.com. CNN.com will find me when I win the Noble Peace Prize for bringing the world together with a few well chosen words. 👄 To ensure my place in Ironically Iconic history, I'll make sure CNN includes a link to this entry in my Noble Peace Prize article. It's the details people! Like I always say, You can't be a cool cult classic without breaking a few eggs. 🍳 Huh? What the hell does that even mean? 🤷🏾‍♀️ I take it back, I sincerely hope *those* are not my last words.😬








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