redefinition
Why everything that's 'sposed to be bad, make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would
Man I tried to stop man, I tried the best I could, but...
What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it boys? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted, by not one, not two, but all three...
Oh Kanye. Only you could so elegantly sum up the three burdens that have been weighing heavily on my soul lately.
Guess which one I can't afford to worry about anymore.
Fact: I am a grown ass man. And, for men, there periodically comes a time when one has to re-assess certain aspects of his life and how much energy he is spending (or wasting, as the case may be) in those areas.
Last night, I realized why this past year has been the saddest year of my life. It wasn't one of those great, sudden realizations that fills you with a wonderful sense of purpose. No, this realization has been floating about the periphery of my consciousness for an entire year now, and it's time to take appropriate steps to defend my emotional well-being.
It's time to re-prioritize. It's's time to let relationships die. I can no longer afford (literally, I no longer have the emotional currency) to indulge my weaknesses or yours.
Holding on to the past is for shitheads.
"If you always wake up late, you'll never be on time."
The proof is in the pudding. This is my only recourse.
"I know when I'm wanted I'll leave if you ask me to
Mind my own business and speak when I'm spoken to."
So, fuck it. I've been held back for so long in crucial, deep-seated areas of my emotional life. It's not healthy and it's not adult.
I guess I'll catch you (yes, you) on the flipside (whereever that is).
Everyone. It's time to grow up.
one love,
jon
p.s.: I'd like to take this time to make a shout out to my dawg Derek. After all of the hateful, evil, vindictive shit that we've said and done to one another, this nigga still takes the time to call me on a semi-regular basis. He listens to me, I listen to him. We talk, most of the time, about absolutely nothing. Sometimes we carry on two completely separate conversations at once, finding comfort and happiness in the fact that we're hearing one another's voices. We relate. We connect. We love one another and he is the only person from S&M who is consistent in showing it.
That says so much.
(why were we so fucking stupid, man?)
This motherfucker is a jewel and it's a damn shame to see him treated as if he's anything but.
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would
Man I tried to stop man, I tried the best I could, but...
What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it boys? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted, by not one, not two, but all three...
Oh Kanye. Only you could so elegantly sum up the three burdens that have been weighing heavily on my soul lately.
Guess which one I can't afford to worry about anymore.
Fact: I am a grown ass man. And, for men, there periodically comes a time when one has to re-assess certain aspects of his life and how much energy he is spending (or wasting, as the case may be) in those areas.
Last night, I realized why this past year has been the saddest year of my life. It wasn't one of those great, sudden realizations that fills you with a wonderful sense of purpose. No, this realization has been floating about the periphery of my consciousness for an entire year now, and it's time to take appropriate steps to defend my emotional well-being.
It's time to re-prioritize. It's's time to let relationships die. I can no longer afford (literally, I no longer have the emotional currency) to indulge my weaknesses or yours.
Holding on to the past is for shitheads.
"If you always wake up late, you'll never be on time."
The proof is in the pudding. This is my only recourse.
"I know when I'm wanted I'll leave if you ask me to
Mind my own business and speak when I'm spoken to."
So, fuck it. I've been held back for so long in crucial, deep-seated areas of my emotional life. It's not healthy and it's not adult.
I guess I'll catch you (yes, you) on the flipside (whereever that is).
Everyone. It's time to grow up.
one love,
jon
p.s.: I'd like to take this time to make a shout out to my dawg Derek. After all of the hateful, evil, vindictive shit that we've said and done to one another, this nigga still takes the time to call me on a semi-regular basis. He listens to me, I listen to him. We talk, most of the time, about absolutely nothing. Sometimes we carry on two completely separate conversations at once, finding comfort and happiness in the fact that we're hearing one another's voices. We relate. We connect. We love one another and he is the only person from S&M who is consistent in showing it.
That says so much.
(why were we so fucking stupid, man?)
This motherfucker is a jewel and it's a damn shame to see him treated as if he's anything but.