So, I have an idea of a book I think I want to write eventually. No, I’m not going to spill any beans on my brainchild, but those thoughts got me thinking on a slightly different tangent….well, that and Rhianna’s “You Needed Me” blaring out my speakers. True to its title, the song is about how RiRi is this bad chic who uses her prowess to get this guy in bed…usually when she’s intoxicated and feeling all “randy!!!” Unfortunately for this fortunate guy who had the chance(s) to shag the songstress, he fell in love (I suppose) and grew to really need her while she was simply using him for a “faded f*ck” as she puts it. So I got to thinking…was he really useless? Is anyone really useless….even the ones being used?
People use people all the time, since the beginning of time in fact. Eve used Adam; it seems like women are still paying for that one judging the way us men use them as sex objects! Governments use people as pawns, property, and targets; companies and bosses use people to gain personal wealth; professional sports team owners use athletes as property, marketing tools, and merchandise advertisers; the strong uses the weak; the intellectuals use the ignorant ones…and the list goes on and on!
With so much using going on, the lines can get blurred between who really needs who. It’s so commonplace… what would users do without people to use? So, next time you feel used….reverse that shit and ride off singing like RiRi….”Yoouuu NEEEeeeEEEeeeEEEeeeEEEed Me!!!”
Do you ever feel like you have to motivate yourself to get motivated! I know it sounds redundant, lazy, and all kinds of “extra” but, again bare with me for a sec as my nerdy mind works. I bet you have a hobby, secret talent, or passion for something whether big or small that you’d like to spend time nurishing, right? My favorite saying/excuse/reason for not doing something I want to do is “life just gets in the way!!!” Who can argue with that…especially if you have kids? Then you hear or see some story about some over achieving ass person that makes you feel like you haven’t done shit with your life in years and you go…”i gotta get motivated!!!” Ok, where do I start…
First, I need a plan! I’m going to create a schedule in my life so life won’t get in my way this time. I’m going to do such and such, on such and such days, for such and such hrs! My goal is such and such, and I should reach it by such and such time! Boom, put this on the fridge, mirror in the bathroom, calendar in phone w/alarm, work computer, and dashboard in car…now my motivation tactics are engaged!!!
Now that you have everything in place to get motivated…all the reminders and nuggets of positive energy abound…LET’S GET AFTER IT!!!!!
They say you can be whoever you want to be and do whatever you set your mind to, but can you? Can we? Better yet…do you or I even really want that for ourselves and others. I say yes and no and as much of a contradiction that may seem, it’s the only true answer to any of the previously stated questions. I’ll try proving my point but I HAVE to do a disclaimer first cuz I’m about to let you in on some private thoughts and I don’t need you all judging me or looking at me differently, dammit! Let my history, track record, and consistency be your reminder that I’m the same dude I was before you read this shit… I’m merely using my unfiltered, inside voice! Ok…leggo!!!
My alter ego is a bad muthafukka… His first name is more commonly a last name like Wade or Lynch or some shit. And he has a last name that consists of two badass words like Armstrong or Blackwell… Wade Blackwell…yeah, I like the sound of that!!! This dude is about 6’3, 225… looks like a wide receiver, handsome, but not overly good looking and pretty! He just read that the newly appointed president of the NRA said it won’t be long until white ppl are able to own black ppl again and it’s their God given right to do so. His reaction is that he hopes that guy gets shot in the face by the very rifle he’s such an advocate of. Although Wade is a spiritual guy, he takes pleasure in the stories in the bible when God wreaks havoc on sinners, just as much as he does when God blesses the kind at heart. This makes him a very contradictory man but he doesn’t give one solitary fuck about it. He says whatever he feels when he feels it and may give you an explanation, but he won’t spend any energy trying to defend it. Wade is creative and talented as hell. He plays the guitar, piano and drums, can sing, rap, dance and act. He’s Great at any sport, super intellengent and articulate even when drinking tons of whiskey (with Dos Equis of course…lol)and smoking squares, cigars, cloves, weed or whatever he wants. He wants a girlfriend when he wants a girlfriend, and when he doesn’t want one, he wants a girl that understands that! He makes a LOT of money, but no one can understand his job functions. He speaks several languages and dresses like he’s from the hood, but you would never consider it thuggish. He has lots of tattoos that all have some deep ass meaning to them and his stories all sound like novels… coincidently he’s in the process of writing one. I could say more, but I’ll just get to proving my point.
A guy like Wade Blackwell would stay in drama and controversy so Alvernon filters all aspects of this dude. I’m all of these things but none of them. My Dad resembled a lot of those characteristics, but my Mom is the complete opposite…yet they attracted, had two kids, and a fairly successful marriage before the drugs and alcohol took their toll. So, can I be whoever I want…yes because it’s in me and I just did it in the form of this writing. But, no…I cannot because I’m so much like my mom Wade Blackwell will never take the physical form. But wait, text is indeed a physical thing…. What a contradiction, right!!!???
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Ok my people, stay with me for a second as I break this down! This may not even be nerdy (aside from my mind working a bit different than most, perhaps), but it definitely deserves a post! I’m sure we can agree that there’s a certain amount of respect you have to give a person for standing on their convictions. But, allow me to apply a little pressure to that theory…
Light pressure: Ok, it’s been a several months since I’ve posted….UGHH!!! Most times life just gets in the way…I got tons of shit to do! If you read “The Duality of Al” (insert shameless plug…GO READ THAT AFTER THIS…) you already know Alvernon is quite anal. So, I try to stick to the “nerdy” theme WAAAY too much. But, this is MY BLOG and I can write whatever I want!!! 🙂 i.e. My ipod is better than yours!!! My sock drawer is military organized!!! I think the Popeye’s chicken spokeswoman is HOTT!!! 😉 Although you have to respect a man for standing up for his convictions, it can strangle the writer in me. Clearly I have more topics I could touch on, but I’m trying (albeit very slowly and half assed) to build a brand here! …happy medium search…engage…
Hard pressure: Several months ago again, my girlfriend and I ran the Night Nation Run to stand up for cancer research. It was my first 5k run and I was amazed by the amount of ppl who were running, involved in planning, and/or just being there to party. The affects of cancer was very personal for almost everyone out there…. except for Huckleberry!!!
Runners take your mark! Us against cancer right? We’re over a thousand strong, so cancer goes (at least in my mind) “What, nobody wants to play for blood???”
And I swear…as we’re awaiting the sound off to start… this guy lights up, smokes his entire cigarette, and didn’t give one, single, solitary, fuck who had a problem with it!!! I was appalled at the disrespect to those who lost a loved one to cancer, but still had some respect at the balls it took to look death in its eye and say….I’ll be your Huckleberry!!!