The Life of a Premature Metro Goddess

I am happy to say that I have gotten a few responses from my most recent post, The Family is Moving In... AHHHH ! . Specifically one from my crazy aunt which I am going to post on this space, because obviously I have something else to say : ) "A word from your insane aunt- The advent of Facebook came about as a spin-off of a Harvard University version of Hot or Not and Facebook was only made for Harvard student that why the "Pearly Gates were not open for YOU." Now had you thoroughly read the blog you would have caught on to actual point and this response would not be necessitated however, it appears that this is not the case so here I go. I am fully aware of the advent of Facebook . And at the point in time when I was looking to join Facebook it had spread to several college campuses in the North East. We were all waiting and hoping for our turn. However, it was for people with a specific college association. And in addition, so I can put this on the table now and no...

In what seems to be a new overnight sensation, the older generations of my family have now acquired Facebook accounts. I say an overnight sensation because its like the Facebook account has qualities similar to an economic stimulus rebate check, everybody could get one so everybody wanted one. Initially I took this on with amusement, my aunt learning the ways of The Book. And we all remember how it started so long ago, and if not let me tell. When I got Facebook it was a few years back when this was some obscure social networking site that only a few random college campuses had aquired access to. I first heard about the book from my friend Mike, at UMASS, at the time and was a bit peeved when I tried to get my own account and discovered that those Pearly Gates were not opening...ACCESS DENIED. I would check back everyonce in a while, it seemed like slowly word spread until finally one day on campus I heard, "Yea we gotFacebook". WHAT???!!! I was never so excited in my life, a...

I would have spoken on this topic a while ago but I've been lax in my blogging. Anyway, what have I learned from our new President and First Lady? I have learned that this country is progressing in the right direction in so many ways, just look at his policy ideas. I have learned that if the President is all addicted to his cell then dammit I can be too. I've learned that when you get people to come together things that we have hoped and wanted to happen even years down the road can come to fruition. And one unseemingly important thing that I have learned is that you can be married, have children, be independent, have careers, and PTA meetings, and family, and run this very nation and still be madly in love with that person you met so many years ago, madly in love and have the entire world watch in awe and sometimes envy. I think that is so important, its important for the young people of our country who have never seen a stable, supportive, loving relationship. Its important ...

I used to have this motto...actually to be more accurate I used to have several mottoes but things have changed. I digress, I used to say "without expectation there cannot be disappointment". This was my motto and I believed in it fully for the most part because I had to. When you spend your life expecting things from people it is so easy for them to fall short of those expectations whether they should or should not, you get tired of being hurt and you just don't expect anything at all. Although this was easy to maintain for sometime when you allow yourself to get close to someone, allow them in your life and your space you start to become vulnerable in a way that has you seeking patterns and consistency, you start to want things to go a certain way because being surprised can through you so far off balance. That said, I hate the expectations that come with vulnerability, I hate thinking I know how things are going to go and then they go in the opposite direction. I don...

Tonight I am going to see a movie alone, I will ignore the implications of such, and continue on. I have never in my life gone to a movie theater alone. As an adolescent I was convinced I had Social Anxiety Disorder, disorders were a big thing then and now with everyone self diagnosing themselves; I actually learned the other day while riding the metro that I have Cyberchondria ...I like to use google to determine whether my symptoms, actual or alleged are in anyway related to an illness (which they typically are, because anything these days is a symptom)..cure for Cyberchondira ...stay the hell off Google. So this solo movie going that I am about to embark on, I think there is something changing in me, I would like to hope so anyway. There's all these things that I have wanted to do my entire life that I have backed away from doing because of what? Time, money, lack of company...but really no those reasons are not good enough so I'm off to a movie. Deciding between overly comm...

Writing a little more as the days go past: Decent Out of Heaven There’s all these little things that hurt me, I’m hurting. All these little things got me dying inside. I can feel my heart as it rips into pieces And each little piece that you’re taking with you. Going back and forth with myself in my mind Going back and forth with you all the time You make me wrong when I am so right Change the way I feel about the thoughts in my head You make me wrong when I am so right. So I’m fighting Was fighting to keep getting air The sun, and the wind, and the birds, and the trees, Was fighting to keep getting air. I want…and that doesn’t matter. Don’t know why but that doesn’t matter. I need…and that doesn’t matter I feel…and that doesn’t matter I hurt, and I cry, and I toss, and I turn I am chaos. In the midst of myself I turn to you. Chip away at me Have your way with me Laying cold and alone. Laying here in this dark. I am cold and alone Cold and alone I am chaos. **fIreFLY**

Did a little writing...a very little. Lover lay down, Lay down with me and pray Prey on all these feelings which harken me to stay. Lover lay down, Lay down your arms and see, I will stray away from battle And surrender at your knee Lover lay down, Lay down your arms on me, Hold me and mold me Lead me Let you lead Lover lay down Fore’ I’m here at your side As the night turns to day Soft gray fades away Lover lay down Won’t you lay down with me?

At this moment I don't think I even have the words to describe how I am feeling. All the anxiety I had about this election has left my body and I am just left with an immense feeling of pride

"I am the first to admit I have dated all around the world, as a matter of fact a former friend and I would call ourselves the UN (United Nations). As a young black woman I had the all too common experience of growing up in a predominantly white southern town, on the daily seeing racism in ways that some may never know, I also had the benefit of a very diverse family who would break the mold just as well as hold it in place..." In continuation from the previous post on this issue, yes, I have dated outside of my race with frequency. It still amazes me how a visual characteristic can have such an unwavering hold on the minds and lives of people that it remains one of the most predominant issues of hot debate. The discussion of race is necessary to rid us of those misconceptions we may have about others at the same time I think in some ways the constant discussion of race just serves to continually draw attention to the subtle insignificant differences between people, its a ver...

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The seasons have changed. I would have said the seasons are changing but I think it is way past that now. The Sun has changed angles, the way the light bounces off objects and cast its shadows on the ground I feel the calm that I get this time of year. When the air gets cool and it smells like home. When love is amplified and reflects off each moment. When music is calmer, making everything more still. When family gets tighter, nights get that glow, and days fade into one another. Ahh Autumn, my favorite time of year. **fiREfly**

I am currently half way finished with the entry about interracial dating but I'm in one of those moods where I have to switch gears and rant. I love the work that I do. I work with students in the public school system who are not necessarily on the right path to provide them the support they need to stay in school and move on to positive things in their lives, that is the short version. The long version is that I am a teacher, advocate, advisor, counselor...all those things kids need from everyone in the school that because of sheer size can not be provided to every kid. I love that. I love interacting with my kids, listening to them talk, having them call me at all hours for ridiculous nonsensical stuff which really translates to them wanting me to care and knowing that I care so much that those calls are OK. In the words of my coworker and friend I love the work that I do but I hate my job. I hate that I have an non supportive management team who I feel only backs me to get the d...

Friday- Hair Braided and Birthday for Julian Saturday-State Fair Club with Ashly Sunday (we'll discuss all the issues I have surrounding this later) Needless to say I have not had time to finish part 2 of the earlier posting...crossing my fingers for today. **FireFly*

In the almost 2 months since school has started up again I've established an altered routine due to my "transitioning into a new school". Spending most of my time at home until I formally establish my program at the new school has also somehow required my spending an almost unimaginable amount of time in the car. I wake up in the morning at 5:30 a.m. to drive my mother to work, I drive back home and get in somewhere between 6:30 and 7. I get back up at 8 to take my sister to school, come home and leave out again at 11 to pick her up. Finally I leave home around 3 or 3:30 ish to get my mom again. And in this time spent in the car I have become a big fan of Monique's radio show . She is funny, candid, and I can't get the damn theme song out of my head. So today on my trip I was listening as she discussed interracial dating... hmmm . I am the first to admit I have dated all around the world, as a matter of fact a former friend and I would call ourselves the UN (Uni...

I have writer's block. I have said this before, several times over the past few years as a matter of fact. I have always been a writer. I remember winning first place in the young authors contest in 3rd grade, this due to my overwhelming desire to write and my overactive imagination. As the years have progressed I established this kind of pattern I would write a lot, for months at a time, and then at a certain point the writing would stop as if my brain were recharging and I would wait for it to come back. Typically emotions would be linked to the writing so it was never an issue when I stopped. Never an issue until recently. As with many people I saw this major life shift after graduating college, this care free life I had evolved into a life of responsibility, jobs, payments, I will say responsibility yet again. You grow up and things change but I never expected the writing to stop. As a matter of fact I created this blog as a college senior with all expectations that upon gradua...

I have decided to start over, which I am known to do at random moments during my existence however this time it is more of a starting over my blog, an overhaul maybe, a bloggerhaul? I started writing this my senior year of college with this unwavering belief that from that moment on I would chronicle my dramatically exciting fun filled exploration into my newly found adult world. Sadly soon there after I realized there wasn't all too much exciting about paying bills, the 9 to 5 or other incarnations of such, and the drama surrounding relationships. Paying bills just is and it sucks that way, the 9 to 5 at some point takes on this glazed over, I'm tired of the monotony kinda view, and the relationships overtake all and that is just too much. This space was created to be multifaceted and kinda fell into the mundane, boring, is this the same thing I just wrote last week which only creates writers block which I can have anywhere from one week to two years soo... moving on to the po...

It is finally a new year. I used to always have a very distinct feeling about the ending and beginning of a year but I know longer do. I am confused and I have had months to not be yet still, and even though I thought it had passed away here I am trying to put my finger on what goes wrong.

How does one find their way through the maze that is a relationship when wearing a blindfold? Do you reach for the walls around you and pray to reach the exit, do walk in endless circles until you're too tired to move? No, you reach out to the other person, trapped along side you and find your way together. Being in a long distance relationship makes this whole process much worse, its like being trapped in a maze, blindfolded and not reaching out for someone to guide you, but listening to words over a loud speaker, trying to interpret what is being said while remembering to make it out alive. You can not have a partner when you don't give up all the information. You can't make plans, establish a life together, and get through all of that with only 85%. The boyfriend has this horrible habit of leaving things out, important facts or pieces of information that could not only prevent complicated misunderstanding but work to smooth those out so much faster. And not only does he ...

Why do men feel the need to lie? Why do they feel the need to do this even when you are no longer in the midst of an all out emotional and ethical war with the feelings you have for each other and the feelings you aren't supposed to acknowledge as existing? Simply stated for all to read, never ever, EVER EVER, EVER EVER EVER get into a relationship with someone you work with, but I digress. Is it some instinctual or biological function, some chemical release that creates a constancy of the need for you to tell me something that is so far from the truth that if we were in the same room we both would be thinking "wow that's a liar" with an accompanying expression plastered on our faces. I ask this because of the "departure". So the certain someone whom shall remain anonymous, whom should have remained a coworker sees me in the hall, this is followed by brief, work related small talk as I'd hope to keep it as such and then the departure Example 1: ...

I shame my title, Premature Metro Goddess. All those things I spoke of , of life and craziness, living to the extremes, just living... and now I am my work. I am a Career Specialist, I work with high school students, I help them see the forest in the midst of all the tress, and I help them develop that dream of "What am I, and Who will I be?". Yet someone in all of that I've lost sight of the forest for all those trees. I long for all those things that we thought came after the diploma. I long for the shimmer of it all, the glowing, multi faceted expanse of things that I saw in front of me that have somehow faded to a dim light shining subordinate next to the glow of my computer screen. Upon my initial analysis of things I lived under the assumption that at this point I would be a screaming poet with words flowing like honey, a staunch feminist rallying for our rights, guitar playing on the balcony late nights under the moon, dinners lingering into the next day, d...