Revelations

No, not like Revelations in the Bible, I'm talking about Self Revelations. Like when you come to the realization that certain things are not in order in your life. Never mind the fact that up until that point you never heard that little voice in the back of your head saying, "Uuuuh...Hey, over here. Yo! Are you paying attention to this sh*t? Helloooo! Look up stupid!" Because for some reason everything seemed on point.

This is the Problem

All right, at the risk of sounding like my mother or even my grandmother (taking a deep breath of preparation) I have to say this: "Remember the good old days when music videos were fun and cool and you got all the hot new dance moves? You know, way back in them days when you had didn't know what was being said in a song until you were about 21 and you were sitting with a friend and it suddenly dawned on you like "Oh shit, that's what they were talking about?" Is it just me or are all them music videos fighting to see who can corrupt the kids the most?" Have you seen the latest Usher video "Lil Freak". Better still, have you heard the words?



"Put her hands in your pants and be my lil freak"

Huh? Really Usher? Dayum! So you're telling women to be bisexual for your personal pleasure. Hmmm. Something to think about huh parents? This is what he's telling your kids to do because let's face it that's who's going to be following those steps. So the next time your bumping this or any of the other overtly sexual songs in your car know that your child is somewhere acting it out.
I'm Just Saying!
SIDEBAR: What's up with fellas trying to put women on some bisexual *ish? Then turn around and get mad because women are all on each other in the club? Have to explore that in the next post.

Deuces

When It Hurts So Bad!

I was thinking the other day and I must admit it made me laugh. Why is it when our relationships fail and we lose the love we thought would last forever, we try to find the most hurtful, gut busting, heart-wrenching songs to play over and over and over again? It’s like we want to relive the break up every 3-4 minutes through someone else’s story. Or 5 min and 09 secs if your playing it’s Brian McKnight "Kiss Your Love Goodbye” .

I know I’m not the only one who’s laid in an empty bathtub, wearing a pair of the draws he left behind, on a hunger strike, listening to Sade. Belting song lyrics through nonstop sobs, contemplating downing the bottle of bleach arms length away, just so the pain can end. Okay maybe that was just me but you feel what I’m saying.

Then, as if you weren’t already swimming around in an emotional cesspool, one of your friend drops by with a mix of the songs they listened to the last time they had their heart broken like a suicide soundtrack. What they’re basically saying is:

“If you really want to feel like sh*t listen to this. Okay, I’m leaving now and I Ieft a rusty razor right next to you, okay? I’ll check on you tomorrow. Have fun!”

I'm wondering... Do we secretly take pleasure in the pain of heartbreak? Do we listen to these songs because we find comfort in knowing somebody else has had their a** kicked by love? Do we suggest painful songs to friends as a shared experience or is it sweet revenge because we’ve told them “You need to stop messing with that fool,” over a million times but they never wanted to listen? Then they’re calling you at 3 am like “you won’t believe what he/she did,” like you didn’t have work the next day.

Yeah I’ve been there on. Both sides.

So I’m sending this one out to everyone who’s had their heart broken or if you’re going through it right now. My suggestion is get out of those old draws, put some water in that tub and wash away your stale a**. Dig deep and paint on a smile, turn on some feel good music and feel good because life is still beautiful.
(Repost from former Blog for your enjoyment)

Why?

We all talking about what's wrong with the kids: They're over sexed from the TV, the music, the steroids in the food is making their hormones rage. Well clearly none of that is the issue the problem is us. The Adults because some adult gave the green light to this performance and judging by the faces of the little boys in the crowd there's going to be a lot of dirt towels and socks in the laundry basket later.