I am back. From DC. From a fantasy turned reality. To my reality—work. Hmmph.
Because I can’t articulate what I want to say about PRESIDENT BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA and the miraculous workings of God. Seeing millions of people gathered to see history happen right before their eyes….I choose not to. Not right now.
I thought for a split second while I was out at some club in DC, how pathetic of me to think of being with a man while history is on the brink? Damn shame, I know. But sometimes I just want to be held. I want to rub noses with a guy (who I like!). Feel him squeeze me in a big hug and just stand there in time. It’s kinda sad, but I’m a woman, so that’s excuse enough. Does that feeling ever just HIT you like a mack truck sometimes? At the weirdest times and at the weirdest places? I know it does, so don’t try to act like it’s just me. Give me some support.
Yeah, that’s what I thought about as a saw the youngins grinding it out on the dancefloor. I used to do that. Twirk or get twirked out. I thought to myself, “Gosh, it’s so much more to life than that. Girl, you could be doing something else…useful.” Then the guy next to me offered to buy me a drink and that was all she wrote. All lovey dovey thoughts swished down the drain.
I refuse to make this the place where all I do is talk about men or the lack thereof. Let it be known that there are many more pressing things that go on in my life. Work, family, friendship, church. But for some reason, I don’t feel like writing about them. Oh well. And when things do pop off in the love department, I choose not to disclose them.
Some things are better left unsaid.
