Scar Tissue

Scar tissue. Everybody’s got some, I think. On the body, under your skin, in your soul, on your heart. Nobody makes it through life without some scars to show for it. We breathe, we eat, we sleep, we think, we feel, we get hurt. Basic truths.

Anyway, as I ruminated on scar tissue, I thought about old wounds that never heal. Past hurts, slights, betrayals, actual injuries…however you look at it, there are parts of you so painful you never want to probe or even be aware of them.

So you can imagine how it feels when something smacks you in the face and forces you to remember, to experience, to hurt all over again.

Maybe that’s why we avoid those who remind us of our pain, those who plunge us back into that deep black ocean we try so hard to escape from, even those who mean well but bring back the past anyway.

Scar tissue. Just a thought.

Fade Out

Waning under this deathly hold
Yielding to lack of affection, turning cold
Failing to meet society’s expectations
Caught in a web of many representations

Always on the outside trying to fit in
Slamming against brick walls erected from within
Constantly gathering pieces of shattered hopes
Clumsily trying to walk life’s tightropes.

Reunited!

I was recently separated from my laptop for 2 weeks. I’m proud to say I survived without it, although I did experience separation anxiety after 9 or 10 days. I just started longing for it, you know? So now we’re together again and I’m one happy camper, LOL.

In other news, haven’t said anything on here in some time. Well, greatness can’t be rushed. I’d like to take this opportunity to give a shout out to my mum for penning her first novel!!! Woot woot!! LOL, more on that later.  😀 Stay tuned, guys.

Aural Fixation

Rhythm. Melody. Harmony. Smooth lyrics. Music. Can’t get enough!  😀

So I got a new CD today, Robin Thicke’s Sex Therapy: The Session. The clean version, of course. It is the TRUTH! LOL. Dude got game, some young brothers need to take pointers and get their techniques right. Especially when it comes to how a real man treats a lady. I wonder, are all gentlemen in their 30s or older? Can’t be, there must be younger ones about.

In case you couldn’t tell already, I’m simply fascinated by relationships. Not flings, booty calls, one-night stands . . . no, no, no. The real relationships that require work from both parties in order to stay healthy, fun, loving, and fulfilling. I think that’s why I dig R&B so much. Although one hears a lot more about sex than anything else, but I guess that’s what sells. I like a balance between the physical and the intimate. But then it’s the emotions behind the actions that differentiate between the two, n’est ce pas? Oui.

Plugged In

You know how so many people are in their own worlds most of the time? On the road, in the bus or train, at the gym, at the mall, in cafes….we’ve got our ears plugged and our own things going on. Whilst planning an outing for later today, I realised I was already wondering what music I’d choose en route to my destination.

I can’t remember the last time I left the house without plugging in. Hmmm. It’s part of my routine now; second nature, reflex action. Walk out the door, head down the street, whip out earphones, get some music pumping. I create my own bubble, an insulating barrier that precludes interaction with anyone else unless it’s absolutely necessary.

A modern-day phenomenon, no?

Just Dance!!

Hey y’all. 😀 I’ve got a buzz from watching a dance movie, Take the Lead. I love dance. Really. Tango, salsa, flamenco, hip-hop, swing, tap….the possibilities are endless. And the feeling? The feeling is uplifting, satisfying, fulfilling. Dance takes you to another place, a place where rhythm rules and all you have to do to enjoy it is go with the flow. Music is sublime. Sometimes when I hear a beat my body starts moving of its own volition, LOL.

I think that’s part of why I enjoy dance movies so much, some of the beats are crazaayyyy. Makes you wanna get up and shake it! More often than not I do just that. I remember the first time I heard Carry Out by Timbaland featuring Justin Timberlake; my derriere just started moving, I dunno how it happened. I was lying on my stomach, mind you, but still I rocked that track. Or when I learned how to do Beyonce’s booty shake from Crazy in Love when it just came out. Good times, good times.

I really should invest in an iPod. I mean I take my music everywhere, might as well get a mobile device for music only. And Bose headphones. Well, that’s my Christmas list sorted. 😀

I Need This Space…

Hey cyberspace. I’m at a crossroads right now. On the outside looking in, trying to figure out where I belong. It’s time for something new, something different, but what? The last time I really wanted to shake things up I dyed my hair purple. LOL, that was tight. Especially when the colour turned electric blue. Don’t ask me how, I have no idea.

Anyway, water off ma back. I grew weary of putting so much effort into something that was dysfunctional. Like, crazy dysfunctional. Silly me, I thought things could only improve. I do miss the good times but life goes on and there’s already enough drama, thanks. Funny how something changes right before your eyes yet you don’t notice because it’s so subtle and gradual, eventually so oppressive you need space to just breathe.

Sitting cross-legged facing my laptop, my head in my hands, I mourn what is lost. But hey, it’s only temporary right? Yes indeed.

Erm…

I wanted to blog today. I really did. But I can’t think of anything. I wanted to craft something exquisite, a deeply meaningful piece so vivid it burns itself into your memory. Sigh. Alas, that’s not gonna be today. All I can think of are snippets of my everyday life. That’s what diaries are for, right? Or not, I mean one can still record them here as long as they’re interesting. Nobody reads blogs that bore them to tears. Well, I don’t. It’d defeat the whole purpose of reading in the first place.

OK I’m off to edit my earlier posts, at least I had some things to say then.

Peace in Pieces

Hello again. My peace seems to be in pieces. I think. I keep looking for people or activities to fill the void, but perhaps it’s time to learn to stand alone. Sometimes we travel to other places, change jobs, change partners, pick up a new hobby….all in a bid to find peace. Peace in pieces. Catchy, no?

So in order to put it back together again, I turn inwards. My mother once told me not to depend on anyone else for my happiness. I didn’t fully appreciate her sagacity then. I think it’s really sinking in now, though. Depending on others gives them the power to dictate your moods, your well-being, your choices. A little too much power to give away, methinks.

Is it just me or am I repeating myself from an earlier post? Anyway. Sometimes all you need to make you whole is right in front of you, right inside you, no need to go anywhere or to anyone. Sometimes.

Wherever you go, whatever you do, take your peace with you.

Get Your Act Right

As I write this, a wry chuckle escapes me. I just figured out the answer to something that puzzled me greatly for a long time, hurt me even. What was it? Well, it’s personal. Let’s just say there’s closure now.

I wonder why it is that people lose their nerve when it comes to telling the truth. Why do falsehoods trip off the tongue at 90 words per minute but the truth causes a sudden stutter? I find it intriguing. I mean, if you can be creative about the way things are, you should also have the guts to be real about the way things actually are. If you can pledge your loyalty but find yourself unable to keep that pledge, you should have the honour to say so. If you make a promise you can’t keep, admit it. In a throwback to an earlier post, say what you mean and mean what you say. Have the courtesy to let others know when you change your mind about something they’re involved in. Tell them where they stand. Or is it just too hard to do? Continue reading