Thursday, May 26, 2011

Is You IS or IS You Ain’t My Baby Grown?

In one of the many times where I asked for suggestions for topics I got this from 1KoolKat–cus she follows directions…Unlike some of you…


I have a friend who I have been knowing since he was about 7 days old. He is now 26. (And girl - is he fine…) But recently, I have been catching glimpses that he is growing up and becoming more mature. I am proud of him. His thinking and problem solving processes are changing. He is becoming a man. So maybe another topic is when do you grow up? Some people grow up at 16, some at 25, some at 35… and some never grow up…


So let’s talk about this…When does a person really grow up?? Sure it’s different for everyone. But what’s the age by which all people should be grown?? And what is grown?? I’m 30 and I don’t feel any different than I did at 16. I’ve learned a lotl. Still stupid but nowhere near as stupid as I was back then or even last week. But grown?? Grown would be a stretch. Numerically, I’m an adult. I can drive and vote. I don’t need parental permission for anything.


Some think you’re grown once you have kids. How could this be when 10 year old kids are popping kids out everyday? You can’t tell me they are more grown than me. Some folks think it’s when you get a mortgage. Nope. There are people who live to be 100 and never have a mortgage. You gonna tell me they aren’t grown. Paying your own bills doesn’t make you grown either because there are lots of kids working jobs and paying their monthly cell phone bill.


And speaking of bills, I recently discovered that I should make more money. And that I probably need to make more money. Sure I make more than other people, but I’m never going to reach my savings goal if I keep working for the man. Plus, my plan for getting rich off of the work of others is a bit off-track. What? Don’t trip. Getting rich off the sweat of others is the American way!! Are they still hiring over in Iraq?? Couldn’t I work there for the remainder of the year and come up majorly?? Bank account bursting?? Sure it’s hot as balls on the beach and I hate the hot-hot heat. That rhymes. I’ll take my BET Best Rapper of the Year Award now. Thanks!!! But wouldn’t I get used to it? The heat I mean, not the BET Award. Would I have wear a uniform?? I’m not fond of green and I wouldn’t even be a soldier. And I think the odds of me getting killed are pretty slim. What y’all think?? Going to war would be semi-grown right??


Oh and speaking of America (You like how I forced the transition?) what’s up with NASA ‘Nem sending those people in space in a 1974 Impala with nothing more than a roll of grey tape to fix the broken bumper, off track window, and busted radiator?? Da hell? People (Not me!) are already placing bets on their NOT returning to Earth safely.


Back to being grown. I just don’t feel it. I thought when you got grown, you felt it. I mean something changed in you that made you walk around doing whatever you could because 1) you were grown and 2) you’d figured life out. But nobody figures life out. Nobody. Nobdy is figuring anything out!!! Dammit!! I may walk around pretending to have it all figured out. But guess what. I have just as much of a clue as you do. I just pretend to know but don’t know shyt for sure. I speculate. Present my personal observations as facts. I still don’t understand why people even listen to me. Yet, time and time again, and much to my amazement, they do. Some even look to me as an authority on shyt. I giggle in my mind. These suckers are listening to me and I’m not even grown!! HA!!


Just had a thought…Did I mentionI should be getting ready to drive to the northern tip of Marlyand for a meeting?? I’ll be in a meeting as a Subject Matter Expert. Again, I giggle just thinking about it. But I’m on my couch blogging. I’ll host the first Blogsome Bay Blogger Support Group. Edwige, could you bring the hookah?? Maybe it’s taking personal responsibility for your actions that makes you an adult. I do that. Do you?? Cus even in doing that, I don’t feel grown. Am I missing something here??

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