It was a beautiful breezy day. The sun was shining ever so brightly, yet the wind still had a way of wrapping around my body ever so gently, to remind me that we were still on Winter's time. I was completing my 2nd Samuel Adams Draught, when I began to think about who I was, or more importantly, who I used to be. I asked myself if I was truly living for me, and the cause that I believe I'd been hand chosen for, or if I was still secretly, deep down inside living for someone, or something else. Right about the time that the wheels in my head were rolling around, making right and left turns, the like; just like a Television show came "Girl #1". Oh, I failed to mention we were meeting at a well known Houston establishment, to wish our good pal B.J. "happy travels" and somewhat of a farewell and she and the hubby ventured up North (Obama style). Just as sure as the sun and moon, eventually the Girls started pouring in, in total diva style. Each of us our own shape, size, complexion and beat. Damn, I love my girls. But Girl 1 and I had the most interesting chat. She decided to pour out some burried feelings and I absorbed them as I do. I learned about her pain as a child, and how she tried so hard to live for degenerate people who didn't seem too concerned with themselves or her accomplishments. She later explained how that childhood, slowly developed into her young womanhood where she was asked on her wedding anniversary by her Husband for a divorce. I remember thinking to myself "This little Lady has endurance". I mean you would have to know her to understand. She is, in my opinion a perfect, imperfection. Long flowing hair, beautiful brown skin and a charming personality. I guess, even Barbie Dolls can get played. Soooo, of course this conversation took on a face of its own in my head as I tried to understand why people cheat and what on earth did Men really want. I also remembered saying "I am so happy I don't date them" because I'd be even more confused (Oh yeah, I tried that straight and narrow road this summer and I ended up more confused than before. I mean it was fun, somewhat, sometime...But NOT. FOR. ME.) I also remember thinking that; you really never know who a person is, or why they do what they do by looking at them. Some of us (ESPECIALLY ME) are really hurt creatures, who never got a chance to heal properly, so we go with the flow, covering the wounds as best we can and trying not to seem bitter. Damn. Damn. Damn.
As time progressed, and the waitress became innundated with requests for our "Grown up Beverages"; so did the laughs. In no time, there was a table of some of Houston's finest. The conversation went from "The Poetry Session" from the previous night, "relaxing the throat", "Just try sticking your fingers in there", to "is eating ______ all that hard", to "let's get lifted" to, "He'll beat my ass if I try that". I am laughing as a type this because unless you know us, the magnitude of these dealings will seem cool and understated.
I always enjoy how our topics can start so innocently, i.e. "Did you see the new coupons for NY & Co?" To "Yep, we slept together". It's hilarious. I absolutely love it all.
Of course, since I was the first one there, I also was the first to leave. I needed to go spend some time with my Grandmama. It was time and she needed me more than ever. I bid the Girl's a heartfelt farewell and exited the scene.
Let me leave you with this:
It's ok to be hurt. Acknowledge. Determine that you won't allow it to victimize you. Go forth.
Be open about who you are, who you think you are, and what you want to do...You never know a little "Patty Cake" across the table, may have already done it and may be able to guide you "blow by blow".
(LMAO) And, I'm OUT!! Be easy Kings and Queens, otherwise, we just make it "HARD".
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