Friday, January 18, 2013

....LOVE ME TONIGHT?

As my mood faded from amazing to terrible, I excused myself from the company of people, my computer screen, and the background noise of the television. I'm sitting on my bathroom floor right now - balling my eyes out so hard that it takes a moment to catch my breath. I'm trying to be discreet, cause no one needs to share what I feel, or know this pain. Let them revel in their happiness. Let me suffer it all... alone. God is somewhere... somewhere in this little bathroom, so technically, I'm not alone at this moment. However, it seems an awful lot like it.
"It's just emotions, taking me over..."

So I'll sit here. On this bathroom floor mat. And cry myself to fatigue. I'm a half hour in, and my eyes still hold the atlantic. It's going to be a long night, believe me. But this isn't new. I'm prepared - I'm talking to an electronic device that won't talk back, and I have two rolls of tissue right beside me; 6 more in the bathroom cabinet just in case the night runs longer than two.

Living in the moment becomes impossible with all this fear; the fear of going back to a haunted memory. It could be as simple as intense loneliness, but it's taken my weight; it's taken my mind; and most importantly, it's taken my happiness. What's left is my sanity, and I'm afraid I'm losing that too. So there you go. It's fear. Fear that I currently feel and lament over. Fear that will become my reality in just a couple of days. 9 to be specific, but uhh, who's counting?
"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now..."

Thought I'd end there but I'm 45 minutes in. Still here. Still crying. I should pray. God knows how I feel, but he should hear it from me. Yes? He should hear what this is doing to me; how it's chipping away at my sound mind. He should know that I'm slowly losing it. I mean, he does know already, but he needs to hear it. From me.
"...see I don't know how but power when I'm on my knees."

I took a moment to kneel at the feet of the Most High, but I didn't know what to say; I didn't know how to pray. I tried to just say how I felt, but words couldn't describe it. I tried to ask for what I needed, but I still don't know what that is. Exactly an hour in.

It's only the second of January. Didn't take long for 2013 to throw me a blow. I'm still crying. I'm still wondering. I'm still fearing. I'm still... praying. I should get under a duvet, shut my eyes, and attempt to get sleep's favour. Cause I'm 62 minutes in and I in no way feel better than when I started crying. Soooo, this isn't going to get better?
It's annoying how we can't choose what blows come our way. Then again, who really wants a blow? This is the hardest I've ever had to take. I have scars... and it's still wounding.

An hour and seven long minutes. Tears. Pain. Hurt. Fear.
Dear sleep, Love me tonight?

That's my attempt at capturing helplessness...as i do it.

~***shanpepe***~

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Thursday, January 10, 2013

ARE WE STILLLLL ON THAT?!

          So, I know my Banky W fever is officially over, but there's no denying that he's a pretty good-looking man, makes wonderful music, and has a head that I want to rub when I eventually meet him. In the studio. Yeah, I said it. But all that aside, I grew a new dimension of respect for Banky about a year and a half ago. While replying fan tweets on twitter, someone tweeted him and asked, "Have you ever looked at your ex and wondered if you were drunk the entire relationship?" The question didn't earn my respect, but the answer did. "I look at my ex and wonder if SHE was drunk the entire relationship." That was Banky's reply. (Disclaimer - the words are not verbatim as they were written. Its been a year and a half. I can't retrieve the tweets.)

         Anybody could have said that, yeah? Then anybody would have earned my respect. Unfortunately, anybody didn't. It's not rocket science to notice how the vast majority of people talk about their ex's. "If I saw my ex, I'd still hit that...with a bus." "Oh, I hear you're dating my ex. You want my sandwich too? Seems like you enjoy getting my leftovers." "I saw my ex's new girl/man. Such a downgrade." "Wow. He could have done better. She's so uglyyyy." The one quote about giving "used toys to the less fortunate" just makes me want to puke. Seriously, we're stillll on that?! Unfortunately, yes.

         People fall in love, and people break up. You fall in love, and you break up. Every experience is a story that becomes part of the journey that you're walking. I don't understand why anyone would choose to remain in  shallow privative speech. Granted, not every relationship turns out the way we would want it too. Sometimes you end up getting a lot more hurt and pain than you would have ever bargained for in a short lifetime. But let's face it. There's going to be a girl that's prettier than you, one than has more money, one that wears nicer clothes, one that's more attractive, one that you wish you could be... and that may be the one your ex decides to date right after you. There's going to be a guy with a nicer six pack, a better car or job, a nicer personality, a lot more handsome, one who wears the best suits, wristwatches and shoes... and that may be the one your ex decides to date right after you.

         Shit talking ex significant others does NOTHING for you. Take it, or well, leave it. I'm just rendering my opinion in space that i have created for that exact purpose. They may have done you dirty, but making them look bad through your speech for as long as you live doesn't undo what was done, and sooner or later, you begin to seem like a needy lowlife seeking unnecessary and unwarranted attention, just to prove that you got it all together and are better than the other person. It's okay to say things didn't end well, and explain why. What I greatly disagree with is all the negative talk about the persons choices, physical appearance, and just even life in general just because they are no longer with you. Seriously, ain't nobody got time for that. Live YOUR life, and although it could be hard as a hammer, try to move on. Try to stay positive and try to let your speech reflect that.

        I haven't been in perfect relationships. So I'm not saying all this because I haven't been hurt by someone that I had feelings for. I mean, who hasn't been, right? But trust me, there are girls prettier than me with a lot more money, exposure, style, charisma, etc. And I'd be happy if my ex's hit a jackpot with one of those. I'd say I set a standard they had to beat, and be proud of them and wish them the best, hoping I find a jackpot of my own.

        I would never have known how Banky W would reply that tweet. But he had a chance to tell basically the whole world that his ex girlfriend was shit, and he didn't. He put himself right back in her shoes. So I respect this man as an artist. But its so many of the little things that tell you who these people are apart from music. I may not know Banky on a personal level, but with just a few words, he earned a little more of my respect. I'd rub his head a second longer. :-)


Do you really have to put out someone's light to make yours shine brighter? Do you? Think about it.



That is stilllllll on that!... as i do it.

~***shanpepe***~