You blink… right?

Check phone
11:01.
Subtract 2 mins,
10:59.

I look up the street for the bus to carry me to the place that define my generation, the bars. Ain’t staying long however as tomorrow is Saturday & I got 12 hours of free labor at an international event ahead of me. To add injury to insult this ain’t factoring in my 3 hours of living on transit to get there & back before this time tomorrow.

11:07.
Subtract 2 mins
11:05

I’m ushering traffic around a motorcycle accidents as my bus comes down the street. The biker was thankfully ok with only a few scratches & his ride or die brother came back to make sure he was alive. The bike on the other hand was going to need a visit the shop the following day for what looked like minor repairs.

Check phone.
11:15.
Subtract 2 mins.

Getting off the bus to witness what has become a place that turns into a blur every week is truly sad. The girls are uninteresting teases that don’t know what they want with themselves nor in a man. The women are carry around baggage due to the amount of failed attempts they took on boys they saw as men at the time. Thus, guys are left in a weird dilemma that even with technology haven’t been able to solve.

Check phone
1:11.
Subtract 2 mins.

On my way home in a cab down a few wasted bucks because of cover, food & pool reflecting on what I learn. Observing the human interactions of those in the bar/billiard/club environment made for some great entertainment considering some leave their common sense at home. I can only blame the alcohol in allowing these people to loosen up.

 

“Home…..”

Check Phone
1:30
Subtract 2 mins.

 Melrose

 

I’m lost,

#MisunderstoodProphet

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Maybe it’s the last night…. right?

Lately, I’ve been growing up in front of a lot of folks while I’ve witness self growth in others around me during this process of transition. Personally, its pretty cool as you see how people deal with their demons on a daily basis. For instance, when I was younger, I play a bunch of Street of Rage 3 & Mortal Kombat for the Sega Genesis. This saw a lot of throwing of the controller, chairs, etc. due to the simple fact: of not knowing how to deal with a mistake that resulting in “Game Over” or losing to someone. Looking back that “fire” or desire to win at any cost from my childhood has been a double edge sword in this toxic world. Of course I’ve probably gain things some folks may of given up because of that same drive.  Yet…

Next time you go outside, just observe the people around your community. You’ll see a bunch of people that haven’t received the cruel joke that will hit them yet. For some, its may be in the next  few minutes, for others its could be decades away. Its a pretty raw way of looking at life I admit. I’m no exception, especially considering I’m like many that take for granted time given because we don’t know how much we bought when we came into this world. People for the most part build this wall the highest I find around these kind of fears (death, phobias, etc.) in my experience.  Some  are better with dealing with life without that knowledge as some drunk woman told me at a club.

Yet this past week I met a man who found the mental strength to stop listening to these demons & possibly avoid being another, for now, from getting the last laugh from life. The guy ending up changing his life for the better even those he live with fighting that addiction of drugs for the rest of his life. I must say it was quite dope to find out he also a footy fan and wanted to go for drinks as well another time. Where his number go?

Nevertheless, that night was a cool learning experience and deep reflection thanks to BTI in the ears for a long walk home to sort stuff out. Starting to fall out of love with clubbing if I’m allowed to be honest here. Its probably due to all the familiar faces you run into and asking yourself “don’t you have better things to be doing with your time?” Than again, I bet they probably are asking the same thing when they run into me. That the thing with life, never know when that cruel punchline coming or what other people are thinking and fighting in this toxic place

 

I’m lost again,

 

#MisUnderstoodProphet

You see what these labels are doing to me…. right?

"Wrote a note on the glass: 'You see what these labels do to me?'"

Every time I listen to the last track of Because the Internet by Childish Gambino this line always seem to stand out with authority. Maybe it because the track called, Life:The Biggest Troll or quite possibly this phrase hold more meaning than being another reference line.

… I love being unique.

For a lot of people I bet they feel the same in some sense in their respective lives. We were all raised differently, gain different skills and develop each every day to become whatever the future hold for us. Yet it that very gift, at times, make us feel isolated from others. You get the feeling some days that no properly understands you. However, the world of today seem to do it best to battle these experiences with labels.

 

What is a label?
Why do you label others?
Do labels really help us or hurt us?

 

For instance, some are self placed, quite a few out stay their welcome, while a couple are harsh. The digital world that slowly consuming our reality only amplifies the positive and negative effects of labels have on community.

“Because the Internet, mistakes are forever
But if we f*ck up on this journey, at least we’re together

Man, I wish I could go back and tell that kid it’s make-believe
Make ’em believe in themselves, people who needed my help
Feeling I felt, keeling myself
No one’s ever been this lost

People don’t really seem to get that just because you deleted something on the internet, that its not forever erased. Social media is an excellent example as celebrities, entrepreneurs and regular citizens constantly add new content to these profiles representing themselves on the online platform. Yet it unacceptable, in my opinion, when that virtual life becomes more time consuming than your present life; you know reality folks, not this world we experience through a screen in our hands or on our desktops. I get that for some, including myself, it allow us to explore some thoughts we may not of had a opportunity to share with others. Just as an illustration, the main reason I was against believing I had the ability to blog was due to my constant daily struggle with pronunciation of words and spelling of some.

….those that changed now as you can see by reading this.

One label I’m scared of going extincted is the ability to be personable face-to-face with someone. Folks are constantly checking their devices to play games, stay up to date in hopes they don’t miss the big “moment”, etc. Yet for me I feel people are missing the fact there are just as many moments in our lives that we miss and because were not open. As a matter of fact we can create these “moments” with other people. It sad sometimes to think were wasting our potential. I place that blame on ourselves and the very first label we’ve made to govern our lives centuries ago, Time

“I could’ve stayed where I was and have a life you’d be proud of
But I’d rather chase things never thought of
It was all love, saying ‘Go hard’ “

I don’t who I am anymore,

#MisunderstoodProphet