i guess i do start with a question. And the questions are rarely ones i ponder about. They simply pop into of my head, and they can catch people off guard because they are so invested in their beliefs, that they overlook the obvious.
i am a very curious person dating back to my childhood. This curiosity coupled with my natural skepticism has earned me the label of being negative. However, i think of myself as taking an overview and being cynical is a result. Being positive has its place, but you never hear about how often being positive has not achieved a desired goal. A lot of other factors come into play, and substantiate what i call being realistic. I am, indeed, hypercritical, expecting a perfection i wish i, myself, possessed. What i have come to realize is the power of words once one learns how to weaponize them. (a lesson brought home to me by my Facebook encounters)
i do draw from my experiences and over the years, have tended to categorize people as certain types whom i instinctively react to. And, yes, i do pick the brains of my children, grandchildren and now great- grand children who each come from different backgrounds and circumstances. They keep me a breast of things, and a lot of what they reveal doesn't inspire my optimism.
What i am most conflicted about is my blackness. i have a love-hate relationship with black folks. As for white folks, i'm simply an audience for their actions. What i do know for sure, is that i am becoming increasingly burnt out. Everything gets on my nerves. The spirituality that comes into play in my solitude is what allows me to transcend the agitated flux of this world and to settle into a different zone.
Oops, got carried away. Does anybody care? zzzzzzzzzzzz