Sold Out

I am currently standing in line to pick up 2 tickets to a sold out show.



I've gone through the hassle of searching and purchasing online. I've been given seats with obstruction of the stage, left overs, nose bleed sections, and lawn seats. I've paid online, only to have my "red card" with no credit limit, rejected 2 or 3 times. Maybe this time, Ticketmaster will give me what I deserve. . . front row, center stage. I am waiting in the will call line, hoping they give me my money's worth. Although, I must say, my feet sure do hurt.


To be continued. . .

My "Child"

Where do I begin?



Well, apparently, I have a child. I guess I was pregnant for 9 months, gave birth, and knew nothing about it. Interesting isn't it? It is amazing what one person's misconception(s) can cause. Before I get started, let me just say a few things; I do not mean any disrespect to anyone who has a child or is currently pregnant. I am not speaking for everyone. I am simply speaking for myself, expressing my own personal opinions.



Those who know me, know that I am a frequent user of myspace and facebook. Those who know me, also know that I take a lot of pictures of myself, family, friends, events, etc. So, with that being said, I have a quite of few albums of pictures on facebook. I have pictures of my two nieces and my God son. While I may not have labeled every single picture indicating who the child is (did not think I had to), I did make it clear that the pictures were of my nieces and God son. But, somehow it was concluded that I have a child. What really bothered me about this situation is that people are so quick to make assumptions, jump to conclusions, and judge a person based on their personal expectations.



To further elaborate, I grew up in a town that is infamous for complacency. This may sound very opinionated, but trust me, this is not opinion based, it is a FACT! It is filled with people that lead stagnant lifestyles (not everyone). A lot of people in my age cohort have children (again, no disrespect to anyone who has a child, just expressing my opinion). The church I went to (the only black baptist church in the town) is also filled with generations of stagnant people. Generations of people who have nothing better to do with their time than to gossip about other people's success and endeavors as opposed to making positive things happen in their lives. There are individuals making baby after baby after baby without adequate means of supporting their offspring (again, this message does not apply to everyone in this town or at this church). So, I have concluded that the individual who assumed I had a child has categorized me with the stagnancy in that community.



To make it worse, this individual expressed his congratulatory remarks about my new "bundle of joy" to my mother and a group of people after church service. For the record, let me just say, I am sure he meant no harm by his remarks, but considering the number of gossipers in that congregation, it is fuel for their fire. And clearly, these remarks have started a fire.



I don't know what bothers me more, the individual that made the conclusion or that some of my family would think that I would hide a baby.



I am grown. I have a college degree. I have an apartment. I am in a long term and stable relationship. I have a great job. I have the means of supporting myself, so why would I hide a pregnancy or a child? Now, let me also say, I AM NOT TRYING TO HAVE A BABY ANYTIME SOON. I have set my own personal goals for parenting; these goals include, being married, having another degree (masters or working towards PhD), owning property, and being at least a few years older. But, if I were pregnant or had a child, would there be a need to hide it? Definitely not. . .



I guess this entry was for me to vent. It bothers me when people make assumptions. It bothers me when people pass judgment on others. It bothers me that certain people would think I would hide a baby. I guess at some point, I shouldn't concern myself with what others think, no matter who it is. . .

Friendships

I remember a time when nothing else mattered except for my friends. I remember a host of sleep overs, bike rides, prank calls, sneaking to parties, lusting over boys, thong Thursdays, "Da Fam 105", and the list goes on and on and on and on (I am sure you get the point). I remember a time where nothing or no one could come between my friendships. I remember a time when I vowed that my best and closests friends would be my friends for life.

It all started at WMS or CBC. We all made promises to be there for each other no matter what. We promised to grow old together, raise our children to know each other, and just simply experience life together.

Here it is, 11 years later and things have drastically changed, people have changed, and friendships are no longer the same. I can't help but wonder, is it me? Did I do something to push these people away? Have I changed? I guess I can answer that last question. I am not denying the fact that 4 years of school in another state has indeed changed some part of me, but I'd like to think I blossomed into a beautiful woman, but maybe others do not share the same sentiment.

Perhaps, no one person is to blame. Could it just be that we have grown up and grown apart? We are experiencing different things in life. Some have entered motherhood, while others do not have the responsibility of taking care of anyone but self. Some have found companionship, true love, eternal bliss, and in some cases are now happily married. Some have graduated college and have started their career. Some are still chasing a dream. Some have experienced heart ache, heart break, and struggle. Some are simply, working and living life. But does that mean the friendship has to change?

The friend that you used to be able to share everything with or speak to every day is not available anymore. The friend does not return calls or share anything of substance with you. Your best friends have become acquaintences or even strangers. And what is even stranger is that you are now developing friendships with complete strangers.

I have always believed that some people are in your life for a reason and others for a season, but what if you're a big fan of summer nights, spring breezes, winter storms, and a colorful fall? Who determines who stays, who leaves, or who changes?

Maybe it is just me. . . perhaps, I am the only one that has drifted apart from a few people that are very near and dear to my heart, but then again, maybe I am not alone. . . .

If I am to blame, I sincerely apologize. I love you all.

Hello World

I have decided to give this blogging thing a try. I usually write poetry and short stories. I have not kept a journal in a long time. Oops, did I use the word journal? (I don’t want to offend anyone). It is just that to me, blog and journal are synonymous.

My lovely boyfriend recently created a journal, oops, I did it again. I mean BLOG :) and suggested I start one too, so world, here I am. . .

I have been told that I am very chatty and random, so I am sure those adjectives will be displayed in this blog as I progress, but for now, I will just give a brief introduction of myself.

Well for starters, I am 22 years old. I am a Pisces (as you read my blogs, I am certain that is something you will notice as well). I recently made a life changing move clear across the country to Seattle, Washington. Some would say I moved for a change, a new beginning, or for love. . . Whatever the case, or whatever people believe, I am here.

I am adjusting to life without Chinese Food (pork fried rice, egg rolls, and fried chicken wings). I am adjusting to life without REAL radio, lacking current and up to date music. I am adjusting to the non-existent population of Jamaicans and reggae (Sean Paul does not count). I am adjusting to life with hawks, eagles, and gangster squirrels that steal my boyfriend’s cell phone and hide it in the bushes. I am adjusting to life outside of an HBCU, “Oh my God, they do exist”, says Santa and the M&Ms at Christmas. Although I am going through many adjustments, I am fortunate to have true love by my side. . .

I guess I should cut this short and get to work. Research awaits, along with another 100 page Appendix report. Gotta love working for the state of Washington.