Is it Real son?
Is it really real son?
Let me know it's real son if it's really real.
Something I can feel son
Roll it up and kill one
Let me know it's real son if it's really real.
Method Man
Is love real? I am starting to have serious doubts. When you think about it, it's not really something you can touch. You can feel it, I think? When you are "in love" , but can it be touched? If you hold it up to the light can see it? Emotions in general are elusive and not the same for all people and for that reason, I am beginning to put love in that category with the boogie man. I was really legitimately afraid of him when I was a little girl until the day I realized he didn't really exist. The fear that embraced me, was nothing more than a figment of my (overactive) imagination.
Love is the grown woman's boogie man. It lurks in the corners of our hearts and minds. It makes us afraid of life without it. It makes us tolerate things we are not comfortable with. Imagine a little girl sleeping under the covers many hot August nights afraid of the boogie man. My parents (founders of tough love 101 if you ask me) forced me to literally sweat out those long nights until I came to challenge my fear and realize there was nothing to be afraid of.
Now LOVE has me out there dating like a maniac. Putting up with situations in hopes that love will show and prove. Looking all around, really believing it's out there....MOVING ON YOUR LEFT...
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
They are who we thought they were!!!!
Happy New Year, and can I just say that 2008 is really gonna be great. NO RESOLUTIONS TO MAKE OR BREAK. My basic goals and aspirations remain the same. Corny as it may sound, I think the sky is the limit and that the level of expectations we have for others should not exceed the expectations we have for ourselves.
Dating in 2007 has taught me more about myself than that other gender. When I have found myself in a quandary about men, I am reminded of my new favorite Coors Light Commercial, (which you can access through this blog on the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IzbWUJxDZw). Quite simply we know they are from Mars and we are from Venus. They are bi-polar and we are manic depressive. They medicate with sports and beer, we may choose shopping and martinis. It's really all good as long as you remember who you are dealing with.
A Maya Angelou quote to Oprah, that she repeats incessantly is: When people show you who they are, thank them. This past year, I dated a man who perpetually stood me up, and another who had the terrible habit of not returning my phone calls. These are two traits I detest yet I endured. When I reflect on it, I have no logical explanation for my behavior, but their behavior remained consistent to who they really were (and are). I broke my own cardinal rule. I lost valuable time with redirected disappointment toward them. It was easier. Safer. Now the focus in 08 is on me!!!!
2008 is the year I stop putting myself last on my list. I won't be second to work, to friends, to family, to men, to anyone. Although I do treat myself well, I treat others better. I give them more opportunities and chances for correction. I don't remain upset with them, but like many of you, I am very tough on myself. This year,I am gonna take it easy on the girl in the mirror. She does her best and she deserves a break and I'm gonna give it to her. The first break she gets in 08 is a break from DATING. That's right!!! I am gonna start 08 off on a moratorium, regroup (again) to get some other things straight in my life: career and cash, then I will get back on the horse.
This year started off with a wedding. My good friend tied the knot with her college sweatheart. It was a beautiful and romantic ceremony. I know that my faith in love remains. Speaking of faith in love...I also have a friend who has had a successful run at the on-line dating thing. I'd love to tell you her story, but I know she can tell it better. I am hoping this year, you have resolved to post comments on this blog. It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none.
Dating in 2007 has taught me more about myself than that other gender. When I have found myself in a quandary about men, I am reminded of my new favorite Coors Light Commercial, (which you can access through this blog on the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IzbWUJxDZw). Quite simply we know they are from Mars and we are from Venus. They are bi-polar and we are manic depressive. They medicate with sports and beer, we may choose shopping and martinis. It's really all good as long as you remember who you are dealing with.
A Maya Angelou quote to Oprah, that she repeats incessantly is: When people show you who they are, thank them. This past year, I dated a man who perpetually stood me up, and another who had the terrible habit of not returning my phone calls. These are two traits I detest yet I endured. When I reflect on it, I have no logical explanation for my behavior, but their behavior remained consistent to who they really were (and are). I broke my own cardinal rule. I lost valuable time with redirected disappointment toward them. It was easier. Safer. Now the focus in 08 is on me!!!!
2008 is the year I stop putting myself last on my list. I won't be second to work, to friends, to family, to men, to anyone. Although I do treat myself well, I treat others better. I give them more opportunities and chances for correction. I don't remain upset with them, but like many of you, I am very tough on myself. This year,I am gonna take it easy on the girl in the mirror. She does her best and she deserves a break and I'm gonna give it to her. The first break she gets in 08 is a break from DATING. That's right!!! I am gonna start 08 off on a moratorium, regroup (again) to get some other things straight in my life: career and cash, then I will get back on the horse.
This year started off with a wedding. My good friend tied the knot with her college sweatheart. It was a beautiful and romantic ceremony. I know that my faith in love remains. Speaking of faith in love...I also have a friend who has had a successful run at the on-line dating thing. I'd love to tell you her story, but I know she can tell it better. I am hoping this year, you have resolved to post comments on this blog. It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none.
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