
So anyways, I'm sitting here thinking of shT to do to keep myself occuppied while the short guy decides to go toe-to-toe yet again. I tell ya...this kid is of another planet. So this time, we do out thing, run around town after I scoop him up after work. We head back to the crib and he gets his grub on, but since it's Thursday, we dash right back out to the gym. I'll give him this much; he was damn well-behaved today. Much better than I expected. he only threw his ball on the court once the entire time we were playing ball. But lawd oh lawd, little did I know he was secretly hiding the real ironman shT for later. Now I figure, we did the award tour with muhammad my man thing and played with his soccer ball at the fieldhouse. So please tell why this dude still didn't want to call it a night at 10:30. Better yet, why did I proceed to put him to sleep, do some laundry, eat my dinner, and hop online, only to hear him downstairs talking to whatever imaginary friend was in town for the pre-holiday and click-clacking away on something or another. So what was the click-claking for, you ask? Let's just say that when I decide to venture back down there at damn near 12:30am, money runs back to the bed and appeared to summersault his a$$ up there. But maybe my eyes were just messing with me, right? So apparently, something is just a little too fuqing fishy though. So, I notice some items are not where they should be, nor where I last left them. Let's just say the my ab roller seems to have been used as a 'dunkin donut' with a certain bathroom fixture. So it's safe to say that he didn't see much light after that episode.
So to make a long, rambling as story meaningful, I read three recent blogs by people I actually know that - although they don't exeactly have parallel themes - have similar undertones. This one ponders the phenomenon of anonymous blogging where you only know bloggers by their URL and the words they write and share for the world to see. Then, speaking of the world to see, this one talks about how the world sees fat people based upon a recent tv show that did some sorta hidden camera makeover to make a skinny chick look fat and detail the differences in how she was treated. Then to tie it all together, this one talked about interest, passion, and motivation and how finding your passion can be both stressful and empowering, which is kinda related to what my man TonyS said back in October. But then it's kinda like the Reverse card in Uno because ChezNiki mentioned similar stuff in an earlier post about her career goals and I have had several similar such conversation with a couple of good friends on the very same notion of how you can do what you need to do right now as long as you always hold onto the dream of doing what you want to do. Like my man Kweli said, sometimes we do things just to get by. But if getting by end up being the end of the road, then did you ever progress? So it's funny how some ill shT can have you all stressed out and serious and studious and senile all at once. But then again, seeing shT like this makes you hopeful that you'll still be able to find your passion and be able to flip sht with it. So I'll end with this, just like a good leader should leave a legacy of having nurtured future leaders, finding your passion to me aslo entails helping others to explore, identify, and cultivate theirs. It's only fair, right? Attitude does indeed reflect leadership. Nahmean?
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man your posts about little man always have me dying. did you ever think that maybe he got that night owl trait from you? just a thought :).
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