Notions and Potions

If I could, I would, and I would be the richest girl in the world!

Everyday my appreciation grows fonder at where I've landed in life's journey. I'm so proud of me. I listened. I tried. I cried. I succeeded! Once you get a taste of freedom, you hunger for more. When you get to the point where folks will have to accept you like you are or not at all, and you are alright with it, then you have reached your freedom. People like me will change throughout our life cycles most times for the better. Then, it becomes up to others to decide if they will adjust to our change, and love us with it or not. Unconditional love. I'm talking about self worth. Men tend to acquire self worth at conception. Stupid Lucky Bastards! But for women, sadly it can take almost a lifetime to get.

So I say, if I could, I would and I would be the richest girl in the world!

If I could bottle it up like a potion to ingest or a perfumed spray mist to inhale, Lawd! Lawd! Lawd!!! I would be slipping some women a whole lot of Mickeys! Just imagine if you could take something that would remove the inhibition, or block the mind restraints of being what and who you are supposed to be, careless to what others may think. If women could just take something to remove the fear.

But the mentality has to be coupled with the appropriate intelligence otherwise you would be just a selfish cocky "B" with nothing to show for it.  God knows what He's doing though. He knows that kind of power isn't for every woman, some just can't handle it. He knows you have to earn it and go through initiation so once it's obtained you protect it at all cost. Damn! Now if only they knew.  I just wish more women knew better.

I Hate to Eat and Run

This weekend I visited a place for a nice outing. It was different, then again, no it wasn't. The venue was nice and different but the atmosphere was still the same. The place was St. Genevieve and it was filled with usual characters from the same old live screenplay Bourgeois and Broke. Clearly there was a small percentage of people in there who might actually belong but the rest were fallacious fakers. The females were on a prowl trying hook anything that remotely resembled walking dollar signs. Men were pretenders who saved their entire month's salary to escape where they live for just one night which, by the way, is in that back room of their momma's house.

But what the hell! I enjoyed the scenery for pure entertainment purposes only, I was due.  I was drinking and I was hungry too. I didn't get a chance to see the menu before the food was ordered but chicken was ordered. You can't go wrong with chicken can you? Nope. Not unless it's paired with watermelon...on the same plate.

It's called Mumbai Fried Chicken and it's on the menu described as tamarind chutney and watermelon pickles. WTF! They may as well have called the dish Nigga's Delight! When the dish arrived at first I didn't notice it. I picked up a piece of chicken and ate it....no biggie. On that second piece though, that's when I saw the "watermelon pickles" a.k.a just some plain ass watermelon cut into chunks.

That's when the lights came on! Neither one of us had any idea and judging from the menu I don't think anyone could have known. I was offended but it was too late. It was pointless to make a scene about the menu. What could I do? Nothing. So I did what any self respecting black person would do. I fucked up that chicken and watermelon and left no crumbs on the plate, then I hauled ass out of there!