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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

the soul mate question



Yep…I’m quoting myself.

You ever consider what would happen if you came across this person? How you would react? What you would do? Some of us find the perfect person for us…and dismiss them because of how they might come to be, or manage to somehow screw it up. On the flip side…some of us meet the right person at the right time, and live happily ever after. In a manner of speaking. And this could be a 30-plus thing…but many of my friends are renewing their vows…getting married…having children…and I am going to every last affair.

*shrugs*

But, being the devil’s advocate as I tend to be, I often look on the flip side of things. Or, rather, I often find myself on the flip side of things. Though I’m not sure how I managed to end up here, I can always assure you that both my mind and my life’s journeys make for interesting fodder. That is, good conversation. (I felt like saying fodder. I can’t remember the last time I needed to use my vocabulary. So I did.)

So, anyway…what if you met them (them being your soul mate)…and the timing was wrong?  

Does that make them any less of your soul mate?

Something to think about…


born again and struggling...


I haven't written in a long time.

I haven't written in a long time, not for the lack of things to say, but simply because my mind has been so jumbled that the words that normally come across as crystal clear on the virtual page become a hodge podge of unclear thoughts and unshed emotion.

To start with, being a re-saved Christian is harder than I imagined...but not for the reasons one might think. I have no trouble walking a daily walk with God in a seemingly Godless society. I hold the upmost respect for religions that are not my own, even when they do not always hold the same respect for mine. To me, for the most part, we are uplifting the same God, and, not having the same religion doesn't equate to being a bad person, bad friend, etc.

My two biggest challenges as a Christian, though, are relating to the people in my life...and fighting myself and my own transformation. For example, how do you teach your child about God, about Jesus, when some of her closest family tells her that its nonsense? Or, rather, how do you explain to a very astute (almost) 10 year old that even though what the older adults in her life are saying is completely negative, that you a. Cannot tell them that what they are saying is off base and b. Still have to respect and love them despite it all? Particularly in a West Indian household…

Bigger than even that, I have been fighting the God in me for years. Honestly and truly. From the time when I was still in Episcopal church and was asked to do the youth sermon, from being a youth leader in a Baptist church and one of the elders telling me flat out that I was destined to preach the Word someday, I have been fighting the God in me. No one, of course, chooses to be a heathen (in a manner of speaking)...even when they say they are. People jokingly say they are (a heathen, that is) because usually, they enjoy their vices, and do not deem themselves in a position to give them up yet, if ever. They see the more devout Christian in public as extremists.
Others simply do not see them as vices - they are simple pleasures that are not bad simply because an “out of touch book” says so. Others still condemn the converted Christian ("sinning Monday through Saturday and in church on Sunday. Mmmph mmmph mmmph.") and attack what they have yet to understand.

I, of course, have all of this in my immediate environment.

I am sure there are other Christians that encounter these same tests of faith all the time. The advice I have gotten thus far ranges from staying prayed up and in the Word, to simply ignoring naysayers, to praying for the others. I think it's deeper than that, though, at least for me. I'm sure that all of the above are effective to some extent. My problem is more that I want to be the same person with an innate sense of my Christian self...but the more I delve into my God and life as a Christian, the more I realize that this might not be possible.

just some incomplete thoughts...for now...

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

kinda almost skinny: The Other Blog.

I know it's been a while...but I just wanted you to get a peek into some of the other things that I do. 


kindaalmostskinny.tumblr.com is one of them. It chronicles my weight loss journey. Hopefully, it will inspire and/or aid some of you. Check it out when you get a second.


I'll be back with another blog soon. 


xoxo
KP

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Baby Mama Drama: The Truth

I was chatting a few days ago with an acquaintance of mine who also is friends with the father of my eight year old. At the time, I didn’t realize that they knew each other. (It’s funny how small the world is sometimes.) At any rate, said acquaintance was discussing how impressed they were with how well-mannered, intelligent and well taken care of my daughter is, and noted that they wished more ‘baby moms’ (insert cringe here) were like that. He then went on to cite some of the drama that another friend of his was going through with the mother of his child. Ironically…said friend happened to be my daughter’s father. When I made the connection, I turned to said acquaintance and said: “How ironic…particularly because none of that is true…not even a little bit…” He was stunned and felt bad, and pointed out that the person that he knew me to be didn’t fit the description he’d heard at all – nor had he ever heard me utter anything negative about said father. (Well of course not, 1. You’re an acquaintance and 2. It’s no one’s business but my circle.)

I digress.

This brings me to my gripe for the day: how often do you hear about ‘disrespectful baby mamas’ whom are ‘jilted’ because they are no longer with said person? Who are only in it for the ‘child support’? Who makes their child’s father’s lives a living hell? I am certain everyone is familiar with this person, this particular stereotype. However, what about the converse? What about the single mother who is none of these things? Or, even better, what about the other side of the coin? How do we know that what we are hearing about said ‘baby mama’, traditionally from the father and/or the new young lady in said life, is actually what is…well…true?

Many of us who are reading this thread are single mothers or know single mothers. Every woman who is a mother has the potential to become a single mother – married women get divorced, women in relationships get out of relationships, etc., etc. The strain that a newborn child can bring into a relationship is a challenge – and has been the demise of many a relationship. The point is, there are many single mothers here. Period. Having said that…the stigma surrounding the ‘single mother’ is always a generalized and trite description that I, even though it does not apply to me, tend to be offended by, and this offense became fueled by a blog I read by my girl Carrie Pink, called “Dealing With The Spiteful Baby Mama.. As the New Girlfriend/Wife” In the blog, the discussion is based on a single mother who is disappointed, if you will, in the current status of the relationship with the father of her child, and thus does things that are spiteful to the new person in the man’s life.
 

I know women like this. I’ve seen it happen, and every time I see it happen I am apt to shake my head. However, after listening to the acquaintance who explained how he perceived me in someone else’s eyes, not realizing that we were the same person, it made me wonder if there weren’t other scenarios that were similar in nature. What if the behavior that was being exhibited by the single mother was perceived as coming from a place of anger, but in reality was far from, and was, in fact, a justified response?

Scene: Shaynii* has been raising little Alexandra* for the better part of six years. The father of her child, Miles*, is around…but it is inconsistent and he provides little to no fiscal assistance. He does care, and he does do things for said child, but he makes the minimal effort with regard to the upbringing/needs of his child. He and Shaynii deal off and on at first until Shaynii finally decides that she can no longer deal with the on again, off again relationship, so she ends it. He begins to finally see someone consistently, and introduces said person to Shaynii because he would like for this person to meet Alexandra. 

Shaynii and Jocelyn* hit it off initially, and both agree that they would like to avoid the traditional drama that surrounds these sorts of relationships. As time goes on, however, Jocelyn pulls away from Shaynii as her and Miles become more serious. Shaynii brushes this off as she realizes that Miles is worried that she may tell Jocelyn things about his past that he doesn’t want her to know. She continues raising Alex the best way she knows how, and continues to include Miles in the upbringing, all the while attempting to keep an open line of communication with Jocelyn, who is no longer receptive.

As the issue of child support becomes more prevalent, Miles claims that he does everything for Alex that he should. Shaynii disagrees and points out the challenges/lack of support. More and more, she notices that when Jocelyn comes around, she is rude and curt to her, despite Shaynii being cordial, and fuels Miles’ flames if he disagrees with something that Shaynii does. Shaynii repeatedly asks to sit with both Miles and Jocelyn to have an open discussion, so that they are all on the same page – she is concerned that Alex will begin to pick up on the negative vibes. In the midst of this, Miles tries to make a move on Shaynii. Shaynii refuses. Finally, it is revealed that Jocelyn has no interest in having this conversation, she doesn’t see the need. 

Shaynii is beyond frustrated, she has been hearing her daughter come home with sayings that are contrary to the way that she would like for her to be raised, and more and more she is noticing that Jocelyn is revealing private information between adults to her child. More importantly, Miles has not been contributing at all to Alex fiscally, nor is he aware of anything that is going on in her school and extra-curricular activities, outside of what Alex chooses to tell him. Finally, Shaynii decides to pursue child support. Miles and Jocelyn are incensed.

Within this particular scenario, would “Shaynii” – maintain the right to have an ‘attitude’, if you will, with her child’s father? Would this be considered a woman being spiteful or scorned? Perhaps a better question is: how many other women find themselves with their backs against the wall, and, left with no other alternative, do what they feel is the best thing to do considering the circumstance, only to be labeled ‘spiteful’? What if what has been said about the child’s mother isn’t actually true? 

In human nature, we as people tend to feed into the negativity – that is, we are quick to believe the worst that we hear about people without ever questioning the validity of said information. It is, indeed, the nature of gossip as a whole – the stuff that tabloids and reality television are made of – where we as people listen to the dramatic stories and, based on the deliverer of said story, believe wholeheartedly what is said. It never dawns on us that perhaps what is being said isn’t true, that you can believe half of what you see and even less of what you hear. With that being said, I pose this final question: how many times have you made an assumption about someone you didn’t know, particularly a ‘baby mama’, without actually examining the situation for what it is?

Share your thoughts…



*Note: Names have been changed for the purpose of this blog.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Life is Short.


I’ve learned that there are lots of people who don’t know how to deal with their inner demons and emotions – and as a result, they hold grudges. I learned this because when I was younger, I was the same way. I’ve learned that there are lots of people who don’t know or understand how to deal with their feelings – and so they lock them away. I learned this from experience and because, to a certain extent, I still do this, too. I’ve learned that perfectionists have a difficult time accepting flaws and excuses in others – and even more in themselves – and that this aspect of perfectionism is not healthy. I learned this because…well…I am a perfectionist.

There is a lot going on in everyone’s life at any given moment. Some people smile to hold on to the tears, while others let them rip, whether they want them to or not. Others absorb themselves in activity to hide their issues. Others run from their problems. Perhaps they’ll stay as far away from reality as possible and crucify those who introduce reality to them. Others even still create problems where there are none because they’d rather deal with conflict than the choice of happiness. There is always something in someone’s life that gives them pause, that causes them to want to retreat, that tires them out.

What I am learning in all that I have going on is that life is short. Life is too short to lose what is important to you. It is too short to live unhappily. It is too short to beat yourself up over mistakes, and it is too short to hold a grudge. It is too short not to forgive. You don't ever have to forget, and you should take every lesson in as it comes...but stop looking for reasons not to live and enjoy your life. It's too short not to...and too many of us do.


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Television Graveyard


It’s funny how random thoughts pop into my head sometimes.
I know that I’ve mentioned reality TV’s supply and demand  on here a time or two before. We en masse have a tendency to look for the things that are entertaining (ie drama, madness and mayhem), and, thus far, reality TV has provided that in spades. It is the same reason that we used to watch sitcoms back in the day – they provided us with entertainment value. The only difference is that actors and actresses are on sitcoms, while reality TV stars  are…well…not acting.

Not really, anyway. But moving on.

Last night, I was watching My Wife and Kids reruns on Nick at Nite, you all remember, the one with Damon Wayans and Tisha Campbell-Martin? I don’t really watch TV much, but I do enjoy me some Nick at Nite. As I was watching the show, somewhere in between Damon Wayans’ character making his usual fatherly cracks at his TV son, it dawned on me…

Do we even have any shows like this anymore?

What do I mean by shows like this? Okok. Let’s think about this for a second. In general, the television sitcom ruled our late 70’s and early 80’s existence. Sitcoms were in rare form at the time, and actors and actresses such as Carroll O’Connor, Bill Cosby, Redd Foxx, Meredith Baxter-Birney, Phylicia Rashad, and countless others kept us glued to the TV with their biases and their thoughts – in an entertaining yet enlightening way. Oh, sure, it wasn’t always roses on their shows…but there was always a lesson to learn and something positive to get out of it. Delving deeper into the heart of the matter, the 80’s dawned powerhouse shows for African Americans such as The Cosby Show, A Different World, and 227, all shows that talked about the struggles of everyday African Americans, and how they overcame such obstacles. And, of course, they made us laugh. (To this day, I will never ever hide a piercing from my parents thanks to Theo Huxtable. And I’m an adult with a child of my own. LOL.)

In watching “My Wife and Kids”, though, I realized that we don’t have any shows like this anymore, at all. Think about it. I did. I went through the commercials I’d seen (in my head). I went through my Twitter timeline. I even posed the question on my Facebook page and to my cousins, who I affectionately call “The View”. Wanna see some of the responses? Look below…

From FB:
The Cosby show..... even tho that was.....quite a long time ago... “
“Actually, I'm gonna raise my hand and say 'Friends' - Aisha Tyler, a great comedienne, played a short role as Ross' girlfriend, a scientist who had won the Nobel Prize *twice*…”

From “The View” (my cousins):
There are none-not one.
No. I cannot think of one.”
The Oprah show.. Oprah herself portrays black women in a positive way ,intelligent  thought, imaginative. Behind the scenes at Oprah shows a brilliant black woman running Harpo.”

From Random Folk
“Damn…um…I dunno…wait, lemme think…”
“Define positive lololol…The last sitcom like reality show was runs house…That was positive…”

Are you sensing the pattern?

I’m a bit verklempt at this thought. No, seriously. In 2011…with an African American president…where one of the biggest media names in the business is an African American woman…why is it that the only television shows that we have on with a predominantly African American cast portray us as ghetto? Hood? Granted, my girl Carrie Pink pointed out that the VH1 reality show “Toya: A Family Affair” shows Antonia Carter, mother of Lil Wayne’s child, headed in a positive direction…and I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out that Chandra Wilson of ABC’s “Grey’s Anatomy” fame plays a no nonsense doctor on the hit series, written and produced by Shonda Rhimes, an African American woman…plus my other friend pointed out on FB that Blair Underwood plays the President of the United States on the NBC sitcom “The Event”.

But after those…then what?

I got an opportunity to go to the Celebrity Apprentice Live Finale this past weekend, and so I hobnobbed with the best while I watched all of the celebrities come back for the finale to talk about their experience. Of course, the most watched portion of the show was NeNe Leakes and Star Jones going back and forth…again. As much as what Nene said about Star was true, the point that Star valiantly tried to make was also true: Nene’s behavior bespoke of an inability to express herself in a professional manner without getting ghetto and trite, and it gave the impression that when backed into a corner, that’s all “we” do. Now, of course this isn’t true…and yes, much happens in the name of entertainment, but how can we prove it when that is our television ‘reality’?

I’m going to do a bit of research on this first, and come back with a part two, but for now, what do you think? Am I wrong?

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Not Many of Us Have Them...

I have a friend who’s mad at me that helped me anyway because I needed it.


Those are the kinds of friends I have.
Those are the kinds of friends everyone should have.


I realize, though, that everyone doesn’t have those kinds of friends. And, like it or not, everyone needs friends. Everyone needs someone that they can talk to, bounce ideas off of, cry if they need to, laugh with, work out with, wake up in a jail cell together like “damn…they got us, son…” (not that I’ve ever done that…*looks away*), and so on and so forth. Sometimes your friends are also your family…I know that I can call my sister with anything in the world and she’s got me, and not just because she’s my sister. (Many of us have family we love but don’t really like.)


Everybody needs somebody sometimes.


But many of us don’t have those kinds of friends, and sometimes, we don’t even know it. A good friend uplifts. They don’t leave you to your own devices, grown or not, because they know that sometimes, even grownups make bad decisions, and though you can’t control someone’s every move, you can do whatever is in your power to make sure that people are aware that they’re not making the best decision. A good friend will tell you that they think you’re fucking up (if you are), they will tell you “(s)he’s not the right one for you”, they will take the drink that’s going to be one drink too many out your hand and pour it out, and they will do things like go out of their way to get you information you need, even though they’re busy as hell.


Or maybe that’s just my group of friends.


Friends don’t let friends drive drunk. (Lol. I know.) Or, more to the point, I suppose, friends don’t let friends get so wasted when they know they shouldn’t. Sure, drinking is fun, but puking is NOT. And if they do get that wasted (because it DOES happen), friends should be the ones that are making sure your chin doesn’t hit the porcelain throne while you ultimately bring back up what you put down while standing on the bar yelling,”shots shots shots!”. Or they hold the puke bag and clean up afterwards. They make sure you get home okay. And they do NOT put it up on social media websites for their amusement. #imjustsaying


Your friends should be a second family to you – catching you and calling you out on self-destructive behaviors, being another support system for you, etc. And yes, every friend has their purpose, all of my friends don’t do all of these things for me all at once…but they would and I’m sure of it. If I were to fall – literally or figuratively – they would catch me. If you have a friend and you don’t think they would do that for you…


It’s time to get a new set of friends.


#thatsallimsaying



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