“Got me day dreamin'Thinking bout things and switchin up my whole life style
I call you on the phone on my way home
Treating you is on my mind
I'll be cutting up greens, picking pinto beans
I know you like rice and gravy
Be at my door before eight you bring the cake
Babe tonight will be fine...” Algebra (U Do It For Me, Purpose)
*Here I am good looking, can have any person that walks into the room without any effort on my part... but I find myself thinking of him, HIM... shez, he's not even in my league.... But I'm intrigued...There's just something different about him that makes him stand apart from everyone else. I mean, don't misunderstand me, I'm not trying to say that that I'm all that or nothing but, I'm just saying... look at my track record. It speaks for itself. I got ballers, doctors, models trying to get with me and yet I can't get ol' dude out of mind...Seriously! He doesn't even have a 6-pack... you KNOW I gotta have the 6-pack, athletic body... that's not even up for negotiation...
But, man, he's not like all the other guys, you know. He's doesn't flash his status in my face or constantly talking about things he have that he can't even spell... yeah, YOU know the type... shoot, it's not like he's even tried to get with me or maybe that's what it is... the fact that he doesn't treat me like he's trying to get with me, instead as if I should be trying to get with him... Does he know who I am? Honey...please....CLEARLY he don't know me... Listen at me... this is crazy! I'm having a conversation with myself about HIM... What is happening to me......nah...
...could it be....
...you've got to be kidding me....
...maybe I should give him a call... nah... (closing eyes and smiling at self) ..hum... maybe tomorrow...
Moral of the story:
Don't allow appearances to make you miss out on something that could be really great!
A few months ago I was amazed at how we allow appearances, which are subject to change, to blindside us from what's important- the inside because that is what truly makes up a person. It took a "Grapple" to open my eyes to something that we do unconsciously everyday & now I wonder what other treasures I have missed out on...
I am not a big fan of apples, despite the fact that Apple is my nickname. While walking in Pike Market in Seattle back in April, I was offered a slice of apple. Being polite, I accepted it and to my surprise, although it was indeed shaped like an apple, it tasted like grapes- which are my favorite. An experience I would have missed out on, had I simply passed on the offer based on the "appearance" of an apple...
(*The story above the moral is fictitious)

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