This is going to be long and winding. M’Kay? Don’t act like I didn’t warn you. I’m posting this now and it might be totally crazy. But the Blog Police are knocking on my door and I must hit ‘publish’ before 10.
On Saturday, wait, it really started Friday. I was off from work. Yeah, the government holiday schedule is awesome like that. My linesister C was in town. It’s amazing how her and X keep coming to DC at the same time. Anyway, we went to a club. Why were there like a trazillion Leon clones there? Light-curly to the left, light-curly to the right.
As we walked in, I saw my coworker. If I don’t end up married with kids, I want her life. She’s in her early 40’s but doesn’t look a day over 33. She’d got married later in life but has no kids. The marriage didn’t work out. Now she’s 42 and freaking fabulous. I have a few friends who are crazy pressed to get men, get married, and get babies. They fear being old and alone. But if they could see my co-worker’s life, they’d know that you don’t have to be old and alone and bitter. My co-worker’s phone is constantly ringing. She goes on dates. She has a house. She drive motorcycles for goodness sake. She has a big fancy truck. Why? Because she can afford to because she doesn’t have any other responsibilites but herself. Imagine that. She’s not bitter and seems to have a pretty good life. Not the traditional life for someone her age. But a damn good one. I just wish more of my ‘man-hungry’ friends could meet her.
We left that club early. Manfriend showed up but as usual, the time he’s going out, I’m going home.
On Saturday, we had book club. Don’t ask me what the book was about or even the title because this go-round, I didn’t even bother to buy the book. We were so grown. The person who hosted it has an apartment that looks like a swanky lounge. So there we were, men and women, all 30+, except two people, drinking wine and discussing a book only two people finished. You should not drink wine from a Solo cup. Why?? Have you seen the size of the Solo cup? I think I drank 2-3 cups which equals about 6 normal glasses of wine. I was drunk.
But not drunk enough to hop in the passenger seat of Edwige’s car to go meet Panama, Panama’s very pretty girlfriend, and X at a local drinkery. I think I had one glass of wine there. Drunk. Silly. Talking shyt. Having a grand old time. Go over to X’s page to read about it. Or better yet, figure out which quotes came from Saturday. Hint: Someone was cloaked in crimson and it wasn’t me.
Later that night, Manfriend and I were supposed to go out. But the time I got to his house, he was on his way to the store. I told him to go and I’d just go in the house. That’s all I remember. Next thing I knew, it was 4:30. He tells me when he got back from the store, I was tucked in bed knocked-the-f*ck out. Like I said, he’s always ready to go out when I’m ready to call it a night.
Sunday morning, I get up because my cell is ringing. I go running downstars to find it. Doesn’t matter who was calling. What I found in my purse was a napkin with three gems scrolled on it. Did I tell you when I drink, I write down funny things that are said because I know I won’t remember? Wanna know what I wrote??
1. A hungry person and a full person can’t be friends.
2. Just f*ckin lovin’ on each other in the lockerroom.
3. “X is a [f*cking] liar.“
I have no idea why I wrote the second and third things. But I stand by them each. And since I don’t totally recal what was said and done when I was with Panama, X and a Ed, I stand firmly by #3. [And now that I know why I wrote it, I don’t so much stand by it as a statement, but still stand by the hilarity of it. Notice, it’s now a quote.] But #2? That one throws me for a loop.
But #1, that’s something right there. A HUNGRY PERSON AND A FULL PERSON CAN’T BE FRIENDS. I don’t know if this is true. But I recall my mother making special effort to surround me with kids who had what I had and whose parents valued the same things she did. I do know that even today, I have trouble with people who don’t have what I have. And while I never highlight that a person doesn’t have a degree or isn’t self-sufficient, I commonly feel like they highlight those things. And I think they do it because they assume I’m doing it. In an effort to beat me to the punch, they highlight what they believe are their deficiencies. Sort of like when I openly admit I have a freakishly thin neck.
When you look at that statement, let’s wonder why the two can’t be friends. If this is true, whose fault is it? Does the full person look down on the hungry person?? Does the hungry person always look to become full by pulling down the full person? And is this one of the driving concepts that keeps the full (wealthy, educated, haves) from totally embracing the hungry (poor, uneducated, have nots)?? (Beloved just commented that it was 9:30 and I haven’t posted. WTF-ever. I haveuntil 10!! The Blogsome Bay Timely Production Laws say so!!) And what about in the Black community. If this simple statement the reason why someone like me has lost all contact with the kids who I started with in first grade?? I went in one direction (all my fancy book learning) and they in another. We all started off in a gifted and talented program. But somehow, right around spring of fifth grade, they decided educational success was acting white. Bought into the whole myth. I went to another G&T school, they went to the neighborhood one. And by the end of ninth grade, we’d moved and they were officially on track to be bad statistics.
There will always be opposite sides of anything. And while I believe men and women can’t be friends, I want to think to some degree, the full and the hungry have to be friends. Because it just sounds right. I don’t know why. It sounds like we should want to mingle right?? Learn from each other and all. But can the full stay full if they kick it with the hungry?? Or will the full end up sacrificing some of the fullness to make the hungry less hungry. Do baboons kick it with lions on the regular?? No? Because aren’t they both trying to survive? Hell, maybe it is actually natural for people to stick with people like themselves as a matter of survival.
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