Real Life Doesn’t Feel Like Real Life


I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m never satisfied and I’ll probably never will be. I’m at a point in my life where I need to make a decision about my writing. Open up by being as honest as I can be by sharing  all the details of my fascinating life or keep it all bottled up because it’s nobody business.

My life is filled with healthy interactions with beautiful women, but in the blink of an eye I can be consumed with the one lady who broke my heart. I understand her leaving me was my fault but things in America aren’t black and white anymore. It’s why a statement like “Just because you’re offended or upset doesn’t mean you’re right.” I’ll add in just because the other person is justified doesn’t mean they are right either. It’s all a matter of perspective.

I just want to find solace in a hue of grays that love has dumped on me. I want to be willing to take the journey towards the heart of the beautiful young ladies that God has offered up as her replacement. Love is a blind journey down a path not knowing if Blinky, Inky, Pinky and Clyde are going to be waiting eat you alive once you get to the end. Love is wasting time not knowing if you’re wasting time and energy into something that is not going to go anywhere.

Love will turn you into a fuck nigga and the quest to find love will take you away from doing fuck nigga shit. Like calling your ex 199 times.

I say all of this to say, don’t boycott the Academy Awards, thats dumber than calling your ex for the 200th time hoping that something going to change by doing something they don’t want you to do.

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PS: I’d like to leave you with a quote from the person who took the photo above. “Because sometimes real life doesn’t feel like real life. And sometimes I look at my photos and feel like I’m looking at stills from a movie.” — FIONA O’HANLON

2 Comment

  1. Kathy Liautaud says: Reply

    Great post.

  2. There is nothing wrong with sharing or not sharing these day; everthing is so open and wanting total privacy is not something that seems even possible. Social Media changed that and I’m glad. I can speak to any one I like and if I don’t get a response then it’s their loss and I still get to share my voice and vision. To me,that is priceless. That was nice how you talked about sharing your fascinating life, slipped in the love or quest to find it, and then brought it home by reminding us to not boycott the Academy Awards like the Smith Family (Will and the rest of the Smith Clan) did. Pretty cool loveless Valentine. So what if it never happens. You still have your name. It’s blood red irony too.

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