My Life

It's Ben Jonson week... and everyone is broke... how sad.

On another note...i'm on my second to last week of work and it seems i'll be looking forward to a Ben Jonson month...but alas I shan't fret because things will work out for the best...hopefully.

Life just keeps on changing and things just keep on annoying me... maybe the mood swings are side effects of being in the double-minority ( a title I recently claimed). For not only am I a female but a black female at that...yup the cat's outta the bag...and thus the challenges I face in life are two-fold. As members of the dbl-mino the struggles we face are monolith yet we always survive...So lets have a round of applause for all the black women out there, both succesful and unsuccessful..cause trust me...just being is a hard cross to bear.

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When relaying a story of one's experiences, why do some people feel the need to include others (without their permission), incriminate them and then at the end of the story neglect to get to the point of the story in the first place... ???

You're probably wondering...where is this coming from? Well since I continue to feel the need to vent about partcular things that get to me...let me tell you a story. A few things have been altered to protect those involved (cause you see i'm a considerate bitch) ...

Here goes nothing...deep breath..

Joan and Jane are two young girls...they've been friends for a while...they
do almost everything together...they go on adventures some which both would
rather have left in the past.

One day at a party...a question arises..."What is your most memorable
sexual experience?"

It's Jane's turn to recount her story and after battling with which story
to choose for her repertoire of sexual escapades, she recalls an event. It's a
throwback event, back when Joan and Jane were the most adventurous.

Jane begins her story. Before Joan is even aware, she hears her name: "One
time when Joan and I were very young we went to "Timbuktu"*. Joan is shocked,
because as far as she is concerned the moment was neither memorable nor
something that deserves to be recounted...especially in a public forum..friends
or no friends.

Jane continues: "There was this guy, he had a gun shot wound and I was
attracted to him BUT since I feared for my life I didn't want to go anywhere
with him by myself so I decided to risk my friends life (my words) that's Joan
here, so I coerced her into tagging along. PLUS the gunshot wound guy had a
brother so I thought it would be bundles of fun for us all."

Now bear in mind although they were not children they were not
yet adults...so this move was a bit risque...but they figured "we're young
and we only have one life to live"...

And here comes the incrimination
Without even realising what she has done, after giving a detailed
discription of the surrounding, Jane states "anyways, so Joan and the
brother left the room, I don't know what they went to do and yeah I had
sex."

Here's a little reminder for you, the question that was posed was 'What is
YOUR most memorable sexual experience?' And although all other participants
managed to tell their story without mentioning anyone's name. Jane just had to
be different.

Joan, feeling betrayed and broken as a person, had no opportunity to redeem
herself as the damage was already done. There was no turning back.

An act of blatant malice or just plain inconsiderate negligence?

Now based on Jane's response to the question, she (a) diverted from the point while not divulging any of her secrets while (b) managing to incriminate her so-called "friend".

What would you do with someone like that? Ignore them is what I say. But then again...
it's just a story. So what the hey it's a brand new day.

Lots more where that came from I assure you, and I fear there's lots more on the horizon.

Tune in for the next episode of "my boring life or something like that".

So long and Fare thee well.

Nadyadee


*it's not really Timbuktu, it merely represents an area that both Joan and Jane have never been to and are unfamiliar with.
21.09.06