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“Mary Mac, Not The Nursery Rhyme”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships on September 19, 2013 by ichas8440

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“A moment in life and exiting a club in Hollywood, others who had obviously kept eyes on me when in the club, had other intentions.  Interception took place just as we left the light and became, shadows.  The valet, he definitely saw us and knew what was about to happen, couldn’t have been nothin’ nice.  Still, no financial interest to him, looking the other way was easy.  Cowardly I know but…  Couldn’t concern myself with it at the time.

Stage set, parts assigned, the Boyz approached and gave their demands.  One, had fear all over his face.  He wished to be anywhere but there but he…  Had cowardly traits also and impishly held his stance.  But…  The weakness had been identified and I exploited the opening, taking full advantage.  They wanted me to leave and.  Abandon my girl, which wasn’t such a horribly idea.  As I, so could she be.  Her innate coding, just like me and for them to assume she’d bow-down, oblige their sick thoughts.  Hummm, images of them scramblin’ for a means to reach-out, sheepishly asking if I’d flip the script.  Executing an immediate evac, separating them from any further headaches.  But…  I had left that part of me a long time ago and wasn’t about to leave her with these idiots.  After my brief monologue, they saw it my way, realized I’d read the entire book while they…  Were guilty of employing the quick scan technique and managed to see but a few pages.  On their court, out numbered and obviously on our own but…  The home team had no chance of a win.  Walked away, dejected, and empty-handed.

Those who know me know this isn’t fiction.  Those of you who deep down in the recesses of your mind, hear that voice tellin’ you “Believe, Believe”.  Stop hatin’ and accept every word as true.  Embellishments I really don’t do.  Remember I previously shared what a Producer from Warner’s Pictures once told me.  That thing about editing the ending of my Memoirs so it’d be more acceptable by the money FOLK.  Once I complied, my story be on my way to the Silver Screen and I…  Missed them too.  What I had submitted, witnessed, lived, breathed.  All day in every way, only to dilute “me” for the sake of, media exposure.  I understand the methodology of “Sell Outs”.

To really develop a pro-active stance where He and She are concerned, you’ve gotta push when you can.  Pull if you have to and know under many adverse situations, when selfish interpretations manifest, assumptions are your worst adversary.

Right about now assumptions will be left to those sitting on the sideline doing what they do best, spotting up, being the spectator.  This is me, comin’ from a life most haven’t even dreamed of actually existing, ‘cept for those who’ve pushed the envelope within their primary personal relationship.  Revealing things that you’re still trying to figure out the meaning of.  Regardless, enjoy this dish.  As time marches on, what you’ve digested will serve you just as it has I.  Letting you know when you stand for something, you won’t keep falling for the drama others bring into your life. 

Mary Mac, like the other one, she also dressed in black, but far from a nursery rhyme.  The night we spent together after bathing, she re-appeared, dipped in gold.

Observing me via her rear-view camera, I was able to catch a glimpse of her gaze.  Eyes, compelling.  Caught in their stare they, expression of a trait known as “intensity of depth“.  Hers, conveying to me a woman with an extreme past and…  Although the place may have invoked major fears, she wasn’t the one to frighten easily.  Where she was now, returned her to that mindset offering her a welcoming review of what had been missing from her life.  True, personal justice with live stimuli.

Words, weren’t exchanged.  No need, she picked me up.  I accepted the access provided by the extension of an opened passenger door.  Soft Connelly leather seats, very smooth and always supple.  I loved this mode of traveling.  Sliding in, inhaling calmly, I awaiting ignition.  Our eyes didn’t exchange those “googly stares” most rush into play when first meeting.  Sometimes those moves to yesterday.  She came with a classic approach, silently slipped her foot off the brake and onto the gas pedal with acceleration coming like a Jet in full frontal thrust.  Lucas Road, North Coast, just outside the San Francisco Peninsula.  Sun, setting. Climate and view, inspiring.  Spiraling up, down and around the road concealed within the tall timber, Mary Mac knew the terrain.  Now, in a clearing we could see a small residential enclave and occasionally she’d pointed to a huge property strategically placed along the mountain side.  Following her sighting I enjoyed the accompanying narration.  Mary Mac had become intimately familiar with these surroundings.  The back stories of the inhabitants and what made up this assumedly jewel of a secluded environment.  Like all things surprising, I felt it and didn’t even know it as coming.  As if on cue, The Pacific Ocean came into sight.  Mary Mac down shifted, the car purred as it slowed to a stop.  The Bodega Bay Lodge.    

Paper bag in hand gave off a “street level” appearance.  And I know those staring assumed our bag containing some sort of alcoholic beverage.  In watching them, their iddy-bitty minds encompassing images of “ghetto dwellers”.  To take ’em all home I tipped the bottle, brown bag and all, up to my lips.  took a swig and passed it to Mary Mac.  She followed suit as we kept walking.  We laughed at those hiding their lips and squinted their eyes while attempting to muffle the gossip erupting from their mouths.  “Looky-Loos” got an eye full.

Night came and some how we managed to get tucked inside a suite.  Early, we continued, only now, observing things from the balcony.  The atmosphere, how we arrived, gave the whole experience a deliciously wicked feel.  Continuing down our yellow brick road, exchanging thoughts and ideas on life and the pursuit of individual happiness all became, more meaningful.  Morning came with fog.  We got it all together and  Mary Mac…  Rode as passenger in her own car, recreating the role I previously played.  I…  The Navigator, driving the winding roads now.  Convo, a continuation of the previous night’s discussion.  Passing The SkyWalker Ranch she incorporated the personally established mystic of George Lucas into our dialogue with a genuine smoothness.  The transition and  inclusive nature considering the analogy made perfect sense.  Her presence really got cool points.  Just before parting ways, she said something that revealed the depth of that intensity held with her eyes.  Those words, “It’s been a pleasure to finally met a man who’s comfortably in his own skin“.  With that said, we looked at each other for… A bit too long.  One of those eye locks that said, “If we could, maybe we should, but then…“.  We broke it off almost at the same point.

 Mary Mac.  Married to Bev.  No, not a same sex relationship, Bev is Beverly but…  That as far as the sex connotation goes.  Their previous lifestyle, one that has received wide vindication through syndication,   moving to public justified through the character recreation of “Walter White of The Breaking Bad Series“.  Un Hun, Mary & Bev, once dealt drugs, but their involvement happened as a by-product of their actual professional activities.  Assassinations was their primary occupation.  One perk of the life was access to those politically connected and the fabled circles of The Rich and Famous.  Now, through the insistent of “G-FOLK” (see government fixers), they had a new life on a completely different coast and…

FlashBack.  Prior to separating from Mary Mac and based on a personal invite, I had veered off the main winding road, unto another side road.  A huge gate prevented further movement but.  Leaning onto and over me, Mary Mac stretched her limbs to reach the keypad.  Punching in a code, the gates parted giving us a clear entry path.  The crunching sounds of pebble-rock beneath the tires was familiar sound, then.  A house.  Rising from within surrounding trees and a man coming strolling from them.  He wore shoulder holsters minus the guns.  The color of them against his light-colored shirt gave his appearance a Crime Noir effect.  Without knowing I knew, this was Bev.  Not intimidated and no signs of speculation etched within his face.  Mary Mac, evidentially could care less, she hopped out the door Bev had opened, planted a kiss on his cheek and ran towards the house.  Not really requiring any formal anything, he and I took advantage of the private time and walked around.  Conversation flowed, an unspoken  acquaintance was there making this okay.  Bev, Mary Mac, were living their lives.  They didn’t push for inclusion from or of me.  One thing they were in search of though was…

Since that encounter I’ve seen many Mary Mac’s.  Not with such an exciting Back-Story but in a psychological sense regarding the impacts of their decisions.  Mary Mac didn’t prop her passenger door open to pic up some guy appearing to be in need of a lift as much as she sought one projecting an aura of comfort.  Someone who would impact her life as much as she’d add to…  In my case, his.  Not to appear “full of myself” but like minds attract.  The maturation if not there from the beginning, eventually kicks in, making most encounters understandable.  From the life she stepped from, she either grew up quick or.  Was a quicker study.  One slip and…  No matter how you, change your identity, it’s over.  Same can be said about what goes on between He and She.  Many take way too much for granted assuming they’ll get another chance when the reality is…  No matter, back to Mary Mack.

She had a very raspy voice, I referred to this as the “MacyGrayish” compliment.  Her speech cadence, melodic, far from methodical, confirming more regarding her personal disposition.  When engaged in a personal conversation methodical is an indication coming from a point where one lacks personal strength.  Don’t get it?  Ok, check this, simply watch one’s eagerness towards representing from the position of a clone.  Its done because they have no belief in self and even when powerful, those who really don’t know power, learn but won’t revert back to incorporate what they’ve learned only.  Become incorporated and merely follow as; clone.  Our encounter wasn’t by chance but by design.  She as I had been on a mission via a cosmic highway.  The meeting, our talks, pure fuel.  Energy so  each could power back up, continuing the journey.

Mary Mac had a significant other.  I like to think we all have that special someone.  We…  Were out and about, traveling solo and still aware of our other half.  Still she knew who she was and maintained a dignity not usually on display under the circumstances which brought us together.  Maturation, like that word.  It comes to those who…  Mature.  No matter where you’ve been, despite who you “may” decide to assume being, you will always be, you.

During our talks she spoke of the characters of some of those she had, (fill in the blanks and you’ll be able to stay with me).  People no matter the walk of life they came from had a common theme when the end was near.  She said they begged.  “Please, don’t kill me.  You can have all my money just don’t kill meI’ll do whatever you want just let us live, we will go away and no one will ever hear from us again, please“.  From Mary Mac to Bev, they saw this as audacious of man and kind.  Their observation of FOLK prompted them to asked me if I thought we as a nation had a Class.  I knew this question was leading but…  I wanted to stay on this ride and gave them an answer they hadn’t thought of.  Money defines the class in Western Society, period.”  This response triggered something in Bev.  As he kicking at some imaginary something on the grass, casually he said.  “Since you pull up to my home, driving my wife’s car, un-announced.  Looking comfortable as hell, accepting my Ice Tea while you know I’m wondering about you.  Yes, out of your element wouldn’t you say, but I wonder.  Is  it your race that gives you swag  or the women?  Mary Mac for instance, does being with her position you in an  entitlement sorta light? Man, tell me something because I want to know.”  Bev was very tactful which was why there was no sense in challenging.  In fact, he nor I experienced any testosterone rushes.  All said by him was “tongue in cheek”.  But…  I knew there was no way me coming up with Wifey went un-noticed.  When spending as much time together as they had, both attune to the others behaviors.  Up close extending to when far far away.  He knew Mary Mac’s personal motivations which probably told him why she sought someone while driving alone, on the winding roads.  Understanding how one achieves inspiration in order to gain personal insight so they can extinguish those negative faults clearing their consciousness is.  Whoosh.  Yes, I got all this outta a day in the life of Mary Mac and Bev.

Back to Bev and his question.  He brought race into it and I wasn’t letting it slide.  I told him race isn’t definitive of the class just as money won’t give you class.  Ending with, “Bev it’s like this, your woman came, I saw and you know I wanted to conquer, basically her eyes sorta’ pulled me in, like one of those beams appearing from some celestial star you’ve noticed way out in the distance.  Ya know.  And Bev, just so you know, much like you’d feel if in the same transfixing light, I wanted to, alright.”  He could have played stupid but…

In his past life he took those who created misery out of theirs.  Mary Mac, stood with him because that is the type of woman she came from.  They were given a different identity in exchange for something “G-FOLK” assumed valuable.  But…   Neither of the two changed from who they were.  In hanging out I was made privy to one of the ways they amused themselves.  They cruised The Net looking for sites where one Ex or the other post all their intimate stuff regarding their past lives.  beginning with pics that were taken during the times of, “Personal and Private Prosperity“.  Sometimes love letters mad the hit list.  Then I saw their real skills.  “Reverse Engineering” as it applies to identity.  I mean, who better should know?  Many of their skills needed to do their jobs Back-In-The-Day required the same technical know hows used today.  I watched, they worked.  Researched from what they had gotten off The Net by the same fold who posted without naming who they were.  That’s when I knew.  I knew Mary Mac and Bev hadn’t wasted a moment of their time wondering if or when they’d be discovered.  Boredom hadn’t crept into their psyche’.  They had all the juicy stuff on FOLK who…  Thought they couldn’t be found because of listing themselves, anonymous.

Educational records with kindergarten pics, they had ’em.  These two even had the software used to advance physical age so even if the “anonymous” denied it was them, they had visual associations.  These two were good.  despite of who they had been, the level of comfort between them was refreshing.

Significant others, Hubby, Wifey, He, She, Wanna Bes.  Each is who they are and once the time with another expires, and one or both assume they’ve been played.  Misused, abused and, dissed.  Vengeance sets in.  Sprouting off at the mouth about what was with the “sprouter” saying they didn’t do it makes me say, enough.  Despite of how things ended up, all parties involved always had command of who and what hey were involved in.  Hiding, denial, they got it good, even after the fact.  Acceptance of some of their illustrious past isn’t ever a consideration.  But ‘cha know, what you’ve been into doesn’t make or define you.   What you’ve been involved in, when…  Coming from something really does define those cool points everyone is searching for.  That fact of who one is, allows for the same one to acquire an understanding of how the world may be perceived.  When you realize you are only in this world but a minute you get a true sense of…  “Do you impact “you” or become impacted by others and outside forces that evolve around you!”  

Mary Mac, Bev, they’ve been given a different identity and yet.  They accept who they are and what they’ve been into.  She, out on a drive, stayed the night with a stranger no less.  Bev. home alone, yet still with total awareness she was alright. His personal characteristic, indicative of one who is fully in-touch with…  I’ve given you all enough.  You decide.

In leaving the dynamic was still magnificent.  To Bev I simple said, “I enjoyed Bev“.  He came back with, “Definitely, definitely, good to have met you, good“.  Mary Mac got a wave with words.  “Keep ridin’“.  Two different verbalization’s expressing the same feelings to two who understood no matter the inference.  Oh yes, they are…  Hope to die, Killers, no doubt.  And don’t twist it, you are too, down to your primary relationship.

Psssss; Those assuming.  Conjuring up all these wild images of a devoted couple whom I’ve exposed, here.  Now hunted, trapped and taken.  Fingernails ripped off Bev as he has to witness his woman being ravaged.  Mary Mac, three-pointed over a saddle bench, crying.  Won’t happen so don’t trip.  They are who they are and even though the neighbors within their ‘hood greeted us, all smiles.  Full of admiration at the sight of such wonderful neighbors.  Please.  Mary Mac, Bev, knew exactly where they asked the “G-FOLK” to relocate and deliver them.  New names, different bank accounts.  Surrounded by…  regardless, knowing this, I wouldn’t advise or suggest anyone to assume they are…  Targets.  Then on second thought, maybe.  Just maybe they’d welcome the…  Excitement.

Are You Single

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , on September 2, 2013 by ichas8440

ichas8440_Graphics_AreYouSingle_Lips2013Secret City, My kinda place.  If you can handle it, I’ll take you there.  On second thought, with the strong possibility of sensory overload, maybe just a visual from the gate.  Visuals can be…  Somewhat provocative.  Stimuli, running, you knowing that this was like that and…  I held if from you.  The emotions will register, ecstasy will flood your system and the blame…  Will come my way for not only keeping this, beautiful reality from you, but…  Slowly your senses will be reclaimed by the false allusions as in reference material you’ve accepted as fact for way too long and..  Lawsuit will become your primary thought all because you’ll say, “I wasn’t really expecting that and you should have prepared me better, I mean, you know they say some things are better left hidden”.  Well then, hide your desire to follow the crowd and, continue the ride as you experience sights and sounds that tell ‘ya…

 

Oh yes, FOLK always lookin’ for another to blame cause responsibility is never something human kind wanna accept.  Still, a perimeter point of observation will give you enough of a glimpse, allowing for a clear manifestation of  the intuitive stimuli.  And…  When you feel the tingle caused by acceleration of biological components, don’t worry.  Immerse yourself, feed.  During this un-anticipated mode remember one thing.  The Doctor is on deck.  I won’t overload. let ‘cha slip.  Becoming too caught up in this new found knowledge of self and kind.  Besides, once the vibe takes you to the deeper dimensions of; “the self”, where you contemplate…  Imagine, while envisioning the full capacities you’re just been made privy too, you’ll begin to understand one thing.  It really is all about the self.

“Aura; Are You Single.”  Soul Duo from Back-In-The-Day and another anthem destine for the scared category.  Commanding Bass line, locks in with the heartbeat, sorta’ like complimenting spirits.  You feel it, conclusion, “I belong”.  Lyrics that flow.  Allowing you to settle in, at least for once without having to explain yourself.  Dedication surfaces, it becomes easier to listen knowing a realization is on the rise.  One that says, “I can roll like this too“.  Feel good, hunnn. Now, let’s continue the ride.

Another influential couple, (see celeb of the times and almost any will do) ultimately exposed for being a part of the common domain.  Their significant other stepped outside the mutually agreed upon circle of…  Love.  Participated within another’s field.  Now, probably due to outside disturbances, separation isn’t even a consideration and they move to “Lawyer-up”, want explanations on how to achieve the commanding position during a divorce proceedings.  Doesn’t matter the reasons or motivations to move in this direction and at such a speed because.  Choice of extra curriculum has placed their image at stake.  Thoughts of what other FOLK will assume has…  Over-ridden the actual primary directive when two engage.  right, all that matter is…  These trending blips and their quickly arrived at conclusions keep a smile on my face.  Situations like these have created a supportive rally cry.  Reserved for women who, display un-wavering support for the female who…  The other female invade on.  Surprising for the many I would say, but.  I’m from a different school of thought.

Is it that FOLK don’t know or.  Is it that males won’t accept the reoccurring/redefining bond existing between females when one has been publicly; humiliated?  Wrong on your first answer and still wrong if you’ve settled for either of these choices as your answers.  This isn’t American or anywhere else where you have but two sides representing whatever side you think you should come from in presenting your side.  In this case; The Twist.  Always the Twist, especially when I’m presenting the conclusion.  My spin; The female who “played” with the male who made every indication of being single/available for her to see, was…  Merely being “she”.  She is who she is, one who saw a male.  A male that was capable of causing an internal biological discord.  A condition demand immediate personal satisfaction, dismissing all the signs of him being attached, and.  Commanding her to push and follow the leader.  Appearing as predicated, available for him to see.

There was a time when I…  “Hit one up”, eased forward while making my way over to another.   Enjoying her time and…  Re-enacting the same roll, following the same script when her time on the stage came to an end also.  Those cycles (times when this happened), I identified long ago.  Call it Seasons and with those Seasons what I did was done with the mental awareness and acceptance of those I engaged, but.  Where I played wasn’t ever from the same geo-social-graphical arena which is what most do when doing the same thing.  And they wonder how they get caught up in the first place.

Was I wrong?  Was this life, selfishly motivated?  Did I have a moral obligation based on some values etched into my DNA from way back when, telling me not to continue in this direction?  I won’t subscribe to dueling realities played out because of some pre-coding within my ego and super-ego.  I believe in the definition of the Id.  Combat between any internal representative of the self is…  Let’s channel that guy from Sparta “King Leonidas”.  His line is superb about now, “Madness“.  Perfect fit to define, and…  Even if I had been single the basic nature of man and kind is to mingle, so this isn’t a case of what is right or wrong.  Morally, ethically or otherwise, and yes.  Like Sparta, knowing who you are is the first consideration when dealing with everybody else.

When committed to another you’ve gotta realize the depth of the commitment within you.  Think about “The Dog”.  It’s not the dog in the fight it’s the fight within the dog which will determine who will be victorious.  During those days of “Romantic Inclusions“, I played hard, pushed farthest, ferried faster and always, came from the position of “A Wide Receiver”.  The entire activity, fuel for me and if not for the forays I wouldn’t have ever arrived at where I am today.

What about the one waiting at home, preparing for your ultimate return?”  How could I forget?  Surprisingly, I hadn’t.  As said, FOLK are aware of whom they’ve stepped to.  What ‘cha do with one, will be done with another if the circumstances present themselves in the like or similar dimensions so no matter what you do.  To say the concerns of who’s waiting at home, definitely alone, is…  Like the King again who said it best.  “Blasphemy!”  Yes, I have empathy, still, I’d be lying if I even alluded to being stopped from doing what I did.

This is rocket science.”  Hummm, do you know how to pilot a Rocket ’cause I don’t.  What this is is everything plain and simple.  Up close, personal and in your face.  Think digital projections.  With advanced technology nothing is left missing from the sight of your eye.  Blemishes, revealed with clarity.  Previous point of interpretation, finally removed.  Compromise, not even a thought now, so rocket science, no.  I come in vivid color for the pure enhancement of your perceptions.  The Mis-Education of He and She has been forever in flux.  Re-formatted with the beginning of each Gen. so every Gen. will forget their intuitive abilities and…  Argue the obvious.  Like many are privately considering doing right now, but.  Don’t.  Stay locked in and get this…

Despite the Seasons when one sees another curiosity replaces what may be considered rational.  Possibilities of what can be, are…  Immediately pronounced.  Inclusion, demanded and…  This becomes your manifest destiny.  This is what few know with even less who do know realizing the true implications, let alone the consequences of what’s about to be.  This is knowledge on the Fifth Phase.

Those days, these days, “Just One of ‘Dem Days“, and.  I took everything personal.  Where the dis-connect comes where He and She are concerned is thinking nothing is personal .  Everything one engages in is personal.  If it wasn’t nothing, no one would ever be approached, considered or engaged.  Personal involvement is how dreams manifest in a physical world, becoming viral concepts moving to the ultimate.  Your established realities. “Food For Thought” and I’ll slip right back in with this.

Haters, those who’ve continually spread these false impressions about what’s goin’ on between males and females have pushed me to want to…  Elaborate on the philosophy regarding “Common and Elite” and how this relates to the characteristics of personality which…  Keep this “Are You Single” phenom in rotation, and so.  I morph into this part of the presentation.

It was so dark, the approach, I didn’t see coming, still.  The confrontation didn’t surprise or make me feel as if I was out classed.  She stood, comfortably in my zone, something she had done many times before, ‘cept.  This time she was accompanied by a Beast.  One who didn’t disguise he came in full Gorilla form.  Observing his posturing in the background I quickly surmised, he was an ornament.  Decoration.

As suddenly as they appeared, they receded, blending in with the darkness, never turning their backs to me.  She spoke during this dramatic withdraw.  Her words, scripted like the departure, and words which could have been said years ago.  Like I considered the what ifs, if I heard those words years ago, I knew now, I wasn’t fazed by them.  I knew why she felt the need to say them and why she calculated her stalking plans.  Intercepting me when she felt I’d be “burnable”.

More DRAMA.  The car they rode in, slowed right across from me, and she added to her performance.  Reaching over, takes the Gorilla’s chin and kisses him.  Suddenly Foolio gained a stronger sense of empowerment.  Turns sharply, opens the drivers door, steps out and walks menacingly towards me.  He didn’t only look the part, he also capture the essence of the character he portrayed.  His words, weren’t what was apart of his assigned script.  She, being out of ear-shot allowed him to improvise.  He went off  the reservation, delivering something less likely to elicited a physical response from me.  Then, they were gone.

My Auntie once said she was chased out of her birth country by someone with dual imagery.  the celebrated and legendary Poncho Villa.  Poncho’s media team spun it as an eviction of those who were of the elitist crew.  I often wondered was she run off because she was of the elite or.  Because she was an elitist.

My Ex, asked me that night on the corner, or.  Rather told me this, “You think you’re all that, well I’m here to tell you you ain’t shit“.  She didn’t get it then and she probably still hasn’t got it.  I refused to respond because the situation nor the circumstance warranted my reply.  She had done things to me, with me and for me she’d never cop to no matter who made the inquiry.  Not even those close female friends or.  The Beast she was now masquerading around with, pretending to be a couple.  Deep deep in love.  She, being a woman with another shouldn’t have made it her mission to find me just so she could publicly tell me I wasn’t all that.  But like I said, she didn’t get it.

Another, an Elder cousin said I am original just as every human being is, so why would anyone want whom they’ve set their sights on to be…  common?  FOLK step to another based on the spectacular impression made onto ’em once seen and probably heard.  Uniqueness displayed by an individual is what attracts.  The only commonality is the thought of knowing they know you know they see your light.  Imagine if you were cloned.  There’d be no need for anyone to want you because “you” are like every other clone drafted from the DNA producing you.  Replaceable even under the worst case scenario.  Consider a world of sameness.  It’d be a living hell.  Whomever you spoke with, whoever you’d end up sleeping with would be…  A false face to you because.  You wouldn’t be able to distinguish if they were them or.  The clone of another clone impersonating you.

I come from something which is why, I’ll always identify with that of which I step from.  My standards are unto me, not…  Based on what someone else impressed on me.  A guy I knew was willing to pay me to be his second.  Wifey would be the “Wide Receiver”.  When I told him sloppy seconds weren’t for me and when anyone brings someone in to act as a second, they have basically opened the door for disaster.  He, shot back with the same thing my Ex expressed.  “You think ya all that“.  Without responding verbally, he knew I was far from…  Being common and assuming I was all that.  In his own slow thought processing patterns he knew this was a redundant statement.  Why else would he ask me to do for his Wifey what he was evidently incapable of accomplishing.  Ignorance comes in various flavors.

FOLK need to stop pretending they don’t want to be, elite.  The difference between an elitist an being elite is…  Your value system, the moral code you’ve accepted and how you relate to another.  When you are an Ah, (see Ass Hole), you can’t deny it.  You stank way before you arrive and.  You are quick to tell everybody else, they are the ones who stink.

My Auntie, married to the same man for over 5 decades.  After he ascended she remained, solo.  She spoke with men, probably dined with some men who had something to say.  Her heart, it remained with the love of her life.  When she settled in America, she kept the values that provided her the happiness she sought.  She was loved because she didn’t treat people any different than how she knew she had better be treated.

My ‘lil one says she won’t live in the ghetto.  She is accustomed to having things.  Young, but this is what she knows based on who she is.  She is also, warming, genuine, a smart mouth with a very insightful opinion.  I agree with her because this is the value system we come from.

If I was common, the next thing I’d be said to be was normal.  What is normal?  Is normal just conforming to what is expected?  Being normal is to be accepting when you know you deserve another but.  Refusing to step or even acknowledge them because they are of another class.  The norm dictates, “They are way outta your league sooooo“.  No, not for me.  I’m not staying at home because my league has placed psychological boundaries in my orientation precluding me from seeking outside my field of review.  Even if it’s for dialogue.  I want in.

Hold up, what does this have to do with being Single?”  I’m glad you’ve remained focused. Now, re-read all that you’ve already absorbed, and.  Embrace your re-birth.  Single is nothing more, at least in this sense, than being onto yourself while remaining true to yourself.  Single is understanding the applications of Elite as opposed to harboring hidden agendas that tell you, I’m an Elitist.  Are You Single?  You will always be single.  Available?  That’s another dimension of life and like the foolish ass celebs who are actually common FOLK, when you don’t understand who you are, who it is you’ve  attached yourself too and forget the process blinking serves.  Fall fast asleep and forget your responsibilities to who you are and who it is you’ve secured yourself to, the single part of you begs to morph.  Transform and enter the minglin’ zone.  That is, between the sheets where there is always the possibility of…  Awakening, realizing you’ve drifted outta your lane and can get back, but.  The long lasting effects have already defined you.  It’s not about being single, it’s not limiting yourself to the category of wanting to mingle.  You…  Like the delectable one…  R!

Psssss;  When chance permits, check out the lyrics by Aura’s cut, “Are You Single”.  Many have taken the words and crafted a tune.  None are as relative as…  Aura.  Original means none like you.  Single in this sense means, I know who I am.  Common…  Hummm, has no…  Aura.