A grammatically incorrect sentence? Hardly.
A greetings from One to One who recognize they are comfortable in their own skin.
Verbal communications, audible acknowledgments, inherent. From where I sat and observe, FOLK, their behavior, much pre-dispositioned yet still and all, environmentally impacted. Considering the mapping from an evolutionary tree ain’t a damn bit change since the beginning of time as far as how one group addresses another. What has shifted is the make-up of those groups.
Back-In-The-Day who you were, what you represented, who you associated with and most importantly that personal manifesto inscribed in your psyche’ reflected through your dress code. Today everybody wants to be accepted internationally. FOLK refer to themselves as universal and I think what’s the upside? Personally pacification of the origin of their birth.
Still sittin’, observing, watching; what I see and will stand witness to is the much mis-identification and confusion with regard to what really is.
“Players, charismatic, roguish, demonized, ostracized. Straight-up cast as those you don’t wanna illuminate. ‘Cept, everybody wants to still be… That Player.”
Decades ago with the accessibility of Coca or as most knew it by ‘Cocaine”. Way before the synthesizing resulting in the by-product Crack, those wanting to be with the “In crowd” became, the crowd simply based on possession of a substance thought to make them something they were not. Their manner of speech publicly remained, behind those closed doors hangin’ with the In-crowd they changed. Along with this came another shape-shift. The mental moved to exhibit more. This became evident through their clothing. Those/Them/They, perpetratin’, luvin’ every moment of their new identity and… Seen by others who actually made up the In-crowd as clowns, but. It didn’t slow the transition from John and Jane Q. Citizen personal inauguration into “What is Hip”.
Another colloquialism taken from an era passed. Still it’s a relevant as the day of its creation.
Complaints today are in abundance. He/She are tired of being confronted with another who has no clue as to who they are. Men running around impersonating women. Women more masculine than men and each physiological property basically the same as they were eons ago. Oh, their mind-set. Like a corrupted algorithm and that’s where the switch happened to get flipped.
Like Coca didn’t make anyone a Player, fakin’ your sexual orientation so that you don’t have to compete from the position of who you are won’t make anybody somebody they’ve re-created within their own mind. Social constructs which are always in flux depending on who “On Deck” from a political and economic level won’t justify it either.
I’ve heard from both sexes and those concerns are, “How did we arrive at this point“. Are these FOLK frustrated? Have they been left behind and just can’t make the change? No such thing. What it is is the reality of a decaying society. Whenever culture reaches a zenith the standards, values which pronounces the sanity needed for continuous rotation just stops. Probably as a result of lack of stimuli.
In reflection when I was in my own exploration FOLK always stepped to me saying. “You always out there. What ‘cha gonna do when you come home and find somebody in your bed with yours?” My reply, always sprouted from the point of my truth. “If that’s their choice then she wasn’t mine from The Gate.” With that said and them lookin’ even more perplexed moved me to take further liberty.
“For clarification on your push deeper into my life, if this did happened, in my house I’d enter, hear the “motion of my bed” and… Get me a refreshing beverage outta my frig, take a seat in my comfortable chair while easing into one of my musical selections, then. As he stepped out of my bed room, wearing one of my robes I’d simply push past him disappear into the same room. Greet mine and while at it, draw her a tub of water and ask her if she’d like to dial it down aquatically while… Goin’ back into my other room and ask of this invader if he’d enjoyed himself.”
Logical or… From your point of perception the most illogical thing you’ve ever heard. Yeah. Like I’ve known since day one, Players like anyone who excels in what they do, is based on who they are from. Innate? Oh yes so it’s either in or. You’ll not ever be by just because you’ve put on an outfit and an image assumed based on a mind-set is still. Part of an outfit.
Psssss; In recognition of choices, those who aren’t sure of who they are, that’s your disposition. Who you are doesn’t conflict with what I’m about. In all fairness when things go sideways and turmoil is the order of the day, take a place in the spectators area. I promise you’ll witness all those aspects of life which define, separate with an eventual re-format. The distinctions based on Class and Caste will collapse with the end result being a collective plea of; “help me“.