I have always thought that there is something wrong with me. In many scenarios, I can't comprehend how other people see the situation. Sometimes it's to the extent that I feel something must be wrong with the way I'm thinking or the way my brain works. Often times the setting/situation is a social one and the fact that people have told me that I'm a social person makes me even more concerned about my mental health when these scenarios arise.
About a year ago, I told one of my coworkers about the great time that I had when I traveled to Toronto and attended Caribana. I introduced the idea that we should take a road trip from Chicago out there. He said he wanted to, but I believe there was a conflict due to the fact that it was short time and I just threw it out there on a whim. We decided to table the idea and we both threw out the idea of maybe next year. Today, he approached me with another coworker. She came to me and said, "We're going to Caribana, you wanna come?"
I was caught a little off guard, but it didn't surprise me that he had discussed the idea with her. Here comes the strange part in the mind of me. He said to me, "Yeah I was talking with some of my friends this weekend and me and my crew decided that we're going to take a trip out there."
"HUH?!" (My brain)
So, I have spent too much time thinking about this. In my mind, the way to approach the situation would have been for him to ask me if I still wanted to take the trip we discussed last year. However, I find it tremendously awkward & strange that he would tell me that him and his friends decided to go on the trip I originally planned and invited him to. The presentation made it even stranger to me because it was as if he were presenting me with my own idea. I would relate it to me walking up to George Washington Carver and saying, "Check out this cool thing I can do with peanuts, wanna taste?" Two weeks after he showed it to do this cool thing.
I'm almost positive that someone, actually several someones can read this story or be presented with the story and not get where I'm coming from, not even think there was anything strange about my coworkers statements. However, I can't.
So, here's how this all ties into my title. I've heard people discussing the crazy actions of psychos in this country who have committed mass murders. Although I don't agree with their actions, I can in some instances understand how someone can lose control and do something crazy. However, I can't understand things like the above and many other common social scenarios. I would hope that this doesn't make me a psycho, but sometimes being unique leaves you feeling unrelatable and isolated. This is just one of those frequent moments for me.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
20/80
Life ain't fair. I've heard it a thousand times, but it's still hard for me to accept. Not necessarily that life isn't fair, but the fact that in my life I feel like none of the relationships I have are fair.
Years ago, I spoke with a friend about the fact that no relationship is 50/50. He asked me what percentage I felt our relationship was. I told him 30/70. Initially he was shocked, but after I explained to him why I felt that way all he could say was, "Damn". After some thought he agreed and I appreciated the fact that he could at least see it. Today our relationship is more like 30/30, we aren't as close as we were when we lived near each other, but our relationship seems more even than most of my relationships.
Another friend always told me that I expect too much from my friends. I argued with him that I expect what I give. We had been through some things in our friendship, moments where it wasn't clear that there was a friendship at all. He swore to me that things were different. I felt like I was always an open book with him. After all friends, best friends anyway, don't keep secrets. He always had a thing with telling me when he was in a relationship or pursuing a relationship for some reason. I always told him all the details of my life, he knew about every argument & every fight of every almost relationship. After he got his girlfriend pregnant he told me that he was finally kissing his girlfriend. I guess disclosing every moment of your life to someone and asking them to be open with you is asking too much.
I recently stopped talking to my own mother for months. I guess I just got so frustrated with the lack of fairness in my relationships that I decided I'd rather not have relationships than to continuously come out on the short end of the stick. I visited my father 4 or more times when I was living in New York with no family nearby, he rarely even called me. I took all of my siblings out to celebrate on my birthday a few years ago in an attempt to build on our relationships, not one asked me to go out since. My cousin and aunt that I call my sister and mama auntie missed my high school & college graduation and my wedding. They still ask me when I'm going to come visit them even though I've visited them several times in spite of their absences at every important event in my life. I guess they'll have one more opportunity, my funeral.
I firmly believe that nothing happens without reason. I know that humans by nature want to make excuses for why things suck in their lives instead of taking responsibility for their part in it all. I'm still searching to figure out what my part is. Answers like, "You expect too much" haven't helped me to be at peace with things. I believe that venting serves no purpose when the words fall on deaf ears, but I also don't want to implode with anger and frustration. I guess I'll continue to write blogs, randomly lash out, and sever ties until I can figure it all out.
Years ago, I spoke with a friend about the fact that no relationship is 50/50. He asked me what percentage I felt our relationship was. I told him 30/70. Initially he was shocked, but after I explained to him why I felt that way all he could say was, "Damn". After some thought he agreed and I appreciated the fact that he could at least see it. Today our relationship is more like 30/30, we aren't as close as we were when we lived near each other, but our relationship seems more even than most of my relationships.
Another friend always told me that I expect too much from my friends. I argued with him that I expect what I give. We had been through some things in our friendship, moments where it wasn't clear that there was a friendship at all. He swore to me that things were different. I felt like I was always an open book with him. After all friends, best friends anyway, don't keep secrets. He always had a thing with telling me when he was in a relationship or pursuing a relationship for some reason. I always told him all the details of my life, he knew about every argument & every fight of every almost relationship. After he got his girlfriend pregnant he told me that he was finally kissing his girlfriend. I guess disclosing every moment of your life to someone and asking them to be open with you is asking too much.
I recently stopped talking to my own mother for months. I guess I just got so frustrated with the lack of fairness in my relationships that I decided I'd rather not have relationships than to continuously come out on the short end of the stick. I visited my father 4 or more times when I was living in New York with no family nearby, he rarely even called me. I took all of my siblings out to celebrate on my birthday a few years ago in an attempt to build on our relationships, not one asked me to go out since. My cousin and aunt that I call my sister and mama auntie missed my high school & college graduation and my wedding. They still ask me when I'm going to come visit them even though I've visited them several times in spite of their absences at every important event in my life. I guess they'll have one more opportunity, my funeral.
I firmly believe that nothing happens without reason. I know that humans by nature want to make excuses for why things suck in their lives instead of taking responsibility for their part in it all. I'm still searching to figure out what my part is. Answers like, "You expect too much" haven't helped me to be at peace with things. I believe that venting serves no purpose when the words fall on deaf ears, but I also don't want to implode with anger and frustration. I guess I'll continue to write blogs, randomly lash out, and sever ties until I can figure it all out.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Dexter Season 1 Episode 10: Seeing Red
I’m on the last leg of finishing up the first season of
Dexter. I’m about 7 years late, but I
tend to catch on to popular television shows & movies late. I had heard about this show, but the
explanations didn’t make sense to me. A
popular television show about a serial killer? I was curious about the contents of the show, but it wasn’t available on
my Netflix account until recently, so I didn’t get a change to quench my
curiosity.
I’m not sure if it’s just me, but things usually take a
while to catch on for me. Through the
first few episodes, I wasn’t feeling it.
I forced myself to continue watching because I figured even if the show
wasn’t my cup of tea, I’d eventually figure out why so many people loved
it. Took me 10 episodes, but I fully
understand now. Dexter is really a
dramatic, suspense version of The Punisher, whereas The Punisher is more action
based. In Dexter, he only kills people
that the viewing audience feels deserves to die. His behavior is always justified, similar to
a Time to Kill, who didn’t think those guys deserved to burn in hell (with the
exception of Zimmerman supporters)?
Episode 10 made me think about fatherhood. I often think about the lack of fathers in
the black community and how so many people take on the challenge of having
children and abandon the responsibilities that come with it. Although I find it less prevalent than it is
being portrayed in more recent television, it is nice to see that men aren’t
always portrayed as negligent and uncaring.
It has been a little bothersome to watch the show and watch how this man
really wants to be in his children’s lives and how difficult it gets. I feel like there is a lot of reality in
that, but I don’t think people see things that way (either parent) when they
have children outside of wedlock. I don’t
think that marriage eliminates the possibility of the situation, but I think it
demonstrates a level of commitment to having a family that should be a
precursor to having a child. Like going to college doesn't decrease the odds of finding a job, getting married doesn't decrease the odds of keeping a family together. I find it
crazy that people are afraid of the commitment involved in a marriage which can
be dissolved at any time and a home which is just debt to be added to the
unavoidable list of other debts, but don’t fear the lifetime commitment of
having a child.
Watching this show makes me wonder about the psyche of some
women. This woman’s estranged husband
was abusive to her so I understand the reluctance to have him as a part of her
life; however, I feel like she has to know that he should be a part of her
children’s lives. That’s what she signed
up for when she gave birth to their children.
She speaks about how she allows him to see his children as if she’s
doing him a favor and they aren’t his children too. I wonder if she had a father in her life or
if people are just so detached from the concept of putting themselves in other’s
shoes that they don’t think like that even when it’s their own children. I feel like in reality there are more mothers
pursuing fathers to be a part of their children’s lives (at least financially)
than there are fathers pursuing mothers to be in their children’s lives. Either way, that situation has got to be
tough.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Ain't Got No Home
The
older I get, the more I realize how much my opinions and beliefs have been
affected by my surroundings. It’s
funny how many times I’ve had the nature versus nurture conversations and spoke
about this exact topic without applying it to so many of my own thoughts. When I was growing up, not meeting your
potential was being middle aged and working at a fast food restaurant. That is of course assuming that working at a
fast food restaurant is a teenager’s job.
I
find myself wondering why I never thought about the opposite end of the
spectrum. Since I started working post-college,
I have always considered myself to be middle class, not knowing what that truly
means or even what upper class truly means.
I don’t think I’ve had much interaction with the upper class to know it
even if I saw it. From my perspective,
the upper class if Floyd Mayweather, Michael Jordan and the hundreds of famous
persons that I’ve seen on television.
Kanye made a song about living next to Tom Cruise, which makes me believe
that there is a section of the country exclusive to actors and the upper
class. But, what about their directors,
doctors, mechanics, etc. that are at least semi rich. Where do I fall in that spectrum? I figure that the middle-aged fast food
worker is the microscopic blip (I’m thinking about the scene at the end of Men
In Black, when the world turns out to be a marble that the giamongus alien
throws into his marble bag), but the question then become am I even a
recognizable blip?
I
can’t say that I’ve avoided this question my whole life, but I think mentally I’ve
avoided thinking about it. I’ve
questioned who would care when I die every time I see a Malcolm X poster or
hear a 2pac/Biggie reference and their memories are probably a blip in
reference to their more popular white counterparts. What would that make my memory?
This
is a lot of deep thought that ultimately leads to my current predicament. The thought of owning property is very
intimidating to me. I think about the
nice houses out in the suburbs or those that I see on television series. On King of Queens, a delivery guy and a
lawyer’s secretary own a home in NEW YORK CITY!
I wonder if that’s even possible.
Is it my lack of intelligence that makes it so hard for me to find
affordable housing outside of the hood?
I feel nervous seeing all of the foreclosures on the market from people
who thought they were middle class (just like me) until their wife got pregnant
and they realized they couldn’t live off of one salary or they lost their job
that they were counting on and realized that there wasn’t another one waiting
on them.
So,
now I’m asking myself questions. If life
is temporary, why do I need to own property in the first place? I’d love to have something to call my own
until I can no longer afford it and it’s taken from me, but what’s the
point? Why pour my life savings into a
property that I would in turn have to spend valuable life time tending to an
ultimately, it can be taken from me after one unfortunate event and I have
nothing to show for it.
I’ve
heard so many people say that the above is the reason they don’t want to work
for a company or a person and they want to work for themselves. Well, there are a million people in this
society that want a million dollars and very few of that million have it. Is it optimistic or irresponsible to think
that I’m going to be that one? And what qualifies
me to be that one as opposed to anyone else?
I guess I’m just torn and frustrated with life. I hated that while I was going to school for
my Masters degree, and working full time, I ended up living in the projects,
overpaying for rent and I refuse to be in another situation like that. The only problem is that even though I
recognized the problem from my past I never found a solution. As a former math teacher, I feel like I’ve
figured out what the problem is, but I’m stuck staring at it because I don’t
know how or where to start finding a solution.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Judgement Days
Why does the term mid-life crisis exist? I’ve asked the same question about Napolean
complex. I’ve had people respond by
saying that due to the fact that you’re short; if you act overly aggressive
then it’s obviously because of your height.
If an average sized person is overly aggressive, then what is the stem
of their aggressiveness and why isn’t it considered a complex? Does anyone outside of me see the word
complex as wrong, as a way of making someone feel worse about who they are?
I’m currently watching an old episode of the Steve Harvey
show (from back when I thought Steve Harvey was a respectable person). In this episode he’s having a “mid-life
crisis”. He’s striving to achieve the
goals that he set out for himself when he was a kid. So apparently, when you strive to achieve
your goals after 40 (or younger depending on the judgmental and condescending
person that’s using this term) then you’re in a crisis. I’m assuming that this only applies if it’s
not a goal like being president considering the younger president was 42.
It’s no wonder the country struggles with depression and
self-acceptance. Attempting to avoid judgment
in society will always leave you feeling bad about yourself. A friend of mine posted a question on
Facebook about women putting on makeup for 30 minutes in the morning. These are the people striving for social
acceptance. At moments like this I gleefully
think about songs like Crooked Smile by J. Cole. I hope to experience a mid-life crisis every
day of my life and make the most of all of my complexes.
“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”
― Gautama Buddha
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Jeremy Lin
A couple of days ago Floyd Mayweather said that Jeremy Lin is only getting the attention that he's receiving because of his race. I can't say that I agree. Lin's popularity stems from the fact that he was given an unlikely opportunity and took advantage of it. He's like the homeless guy with the great radio voice who was discovered thanks to modern day technology. Or a contestant on American Idol that has a great voice that no one would have heard under any normal circumstance. He was at the end of the bench and if the Knicks point guards didn't suck and Melo hadn't gotten injured, he and his talent would still be there. I think everyone likes to see talent acknowledged. In part because I think most people do things that go unnoticed or unappreciated every day. I like Jeremy Lin and his story even though I still don't like the Knicks.
With that being said, I do think that his race increases his popularity. I don't know why people in such a racially influenced society refuse to recognize the obvious. I am a big Eminem fan. One of the reasons is because he's one of the most racially conscience white people in mainstream society. He recognizes the influence that his race plays in his success. He doesn't apologize for his race or dislike who he is because of his race. He's a white person that appreciates black culture. Would people in Taiwan watch the NBA if Jeremy Lin were black? Would the NBA be any more popular anywhere outside of the US if Jeremy Lin were black? Absolutely not.
Although I like Lin's story, I don't recognize it as a rags to riches story the way that people tried to twist it. He went to Harvard University. I doubt that he was hard up for money or that he had to live on a couch. That was a choice like an actor that chooses to sacrifice in order to chase their dream.
I personally feel that although its unfortunate many of the role models in the black community are athletes. Athletic ability is one of the few "positive" stereotypes that are associated with black people. I quote the word positive because the association doesn't negate the negative stereotypes that come along with it. Many of our athlete's are represented as ignorant and/or criminal in the media just like our musicians and non-celebrity personas. At times it feels as though the media wants to strip all dignity from black people. We can't even be the best at our own stereotypes. The media highlights the mafia and their constant referral to niggers, rich Columbian drug lords and black street corner hustlers, intimidating Mexican gangs and unorganized black gangs.
Granted that I don't know Mayweather personally, I think this is in part why Floyd Mayweather made his comment even though I don't agree with it. When a white person is a talented rapper, his talent supersedes all the other great rappers. When a basketball player shows skill, Ricky Rubio or Jeremy Lin, he's now an all star. When a boxer has a great record, he is crowned the champion, Pacqiao, even if a black person has a better record. However, when a black person accomplishes something outside of the box that we are put in, there is usually an examination of their blackness or they are simply not given the credit they deserve. I like to see a person's talent and hard work be acknowledged regardless of race, but inside and outside of America race does matter.
With that being said, I do think that his race increases his popularity. I don't know why people in such a racially influenced society refuse to recognize the obvious. I am a big Eminem fan. One of the reasons is because he's one of the most racially conscience white people in mainstream society. He recognizes the influence that his race plays in his success. He doesn't apologize for his race or dislike who he is because of his race. He's a white person that appreciates black culture. Would people in Taiwan watch the NBA if Jeremy Lin were black? Would the NBA be any more popular anywhere outside of the US if Jeremy Lin were black? Absolutely not.
Although I like Lin's story, I don't recognize it as a rags to riches story the way that people tried to twist it. He went to Harvard University. I doubt that he was hard up for money or that he had to live on a couch. That was a choice like an actor that chooses to sacrifice in order to chase their dream.
I personally feel that although its unfortunate many of the role models in the black community are athletes. Athletic ability is one of the few "positive" stereotypes that are associated with black people. I quote the word positive because the association doesn't negate the negative stereotypes that come along with it. Many of our athlete's are represented as ignorant and/or criminal in the media just like our musicians and non-celebrity personas. At times it feels as though the media wants to strip all dignity from black people. We can't even be the best at our own stereotypes. The media highlights the mafia and their constant referral to niggers, rich Columbian drug lords and black street corner hustlers, intimidating Mexican gangs and unorganized black gangs.
Granted that I don't know Mayweather personally, I think this is in part why Floyd Mayweather made his comment even though I don't agree with it. When a white person is a talented rapper, his talent supersedes all the other great rappers. When a basketball player shows skill, Ricky Rubio or Jeremy Lin, he's now an all star. When a boxer has a great record, he is crowned the champion, Pacqiao, even if a black person has a better record. However, when a black person accomplishes something outside of the box that we are put in, there is usually an examination of their blackness or they are simply not given the credit they deserve. I like to see a person's talent and hard work be acknowledged regardless of race, but inside and outside of America race does matter.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
The IT Factor
I don’t understand IT, but I think everyone recognizes IT’s
existence. To a certain extent, I feel
like everyone possesses the IT factor. IT
is what helps us to relate to one another and makes Facebook and Google
rich. You can put your friends into
circles, just like you do in real life.
Assuming you have friends to put in circles and that you use the circle
method. I’ve been frustrated lately
because I’m not sure why I don’t have the IT factor, but I’m sure that I don’t
have IT.
Tebow, the quarterback for the Denver Broncos has IT. Scalabrini of the Chicago Bulls has IT. IT is not always based upon something, but
there’s something about IT that appeals to everyone. The most popular guy in school has IT,
usually the gothic person doesn’t have IT, but in today’s society anyone can
find a group to relate to. Even people
that don’t have IT can find other people that don’t have IT and that becomes IT. I even know people that have an abundance of IT.
I think about how 2pac says so many things I can relate to.
“Ain’t nothing worse than this cursed as hopeless life”
“I ain’t got no muthafuckin’ friends”
“Fuck the world”
“It’s just me against the world”
All of these things from one of the most popular hip hop
artist ever. Kids still talk about him
though he’s been dead for over 15 years.
I guess when you’re able to express yourself on a public stage and you
have a voice, those people that are tucked away thinking life sucks have
someone that speaks their pain. I think
about all the people that hated high school or middle school. I never hated any of my experiences. And yet I still find myself sitting here felling
like IT doesn’t matter.
I can’t help but think about how when people ask me about my
siblings and I tell them how many I have; they tell me how big my family
is. I always think, ‘Wow, I do have a
big family…who woulda knew.’ My “friends”
tell me how great of a friend I am, yet we know the same people and I never get
the wedding invitations or the same calls they receive. Quite frankly, I recognize reality. In
reality, many words that people consider descriptive are action words. You can’t be a smart kid and get in trouble
all the time. If you’re in jail, you’re
not a good criminal. If all of your
students fail, you’re not a good teacher.
If you don’t have any friends and no one likes you, you’re not a great
friend. You’re not a great catch if no
one wants to catch you. If you don’t
have time for a person, don’t show them affection and don’t reach out to them,
you don’t love them. I’ve heard all of
the above and honestly it’s a little insulting.
If I were homeless, you would walk up to tell me how rich I am?
So, now I’m thinking about change. The thing about change is that there’s no easy
way to bring about change and change doesn’t always provide the results you
seek. I keep wondering if it’s something
about me that’s I’m just not seeing or understanding, but since I can’t figure
out how or what it is I need to change about myself I feel that I only have one
other choice: I must change those things
around me. I would like to just delete
all of my memories, like a person with amnesia.
But, then I’m always worried about who I should and should not “erase”
and how do you live and enjoy life with no memories? One way or the other, I have to do
something. Like Michael Jackson’s album,
this is IT.
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