If somebody had told me how BORING growing up is, I'd have suckled on my childhood for as long as possible.
I swear the next time I hear a kid say " when I grow up " in that silly matter-of-fact sing-song voice I will DROP-KICK, CHOKE-SLAM & STIFF-ARM A BRAT!
For I envy the joy & carefree spirit they're still entitled to, which as you grow up you spend more energy trying to achieve & preserve & yet for most it's like a ghost which many claim to have seen, and yet very few know.
I've found the major root of my misery at most times, and it's been in my pocket all this time.
Yessir, it's that mint in your hand or that scrumpled note deep down in your jeans after a good-night out.
Oh yes, the Big-Five!
You see when I have it, Im invincible, but the minute it borders on extinction, survival mode kicks in & happy pills are on-call.
Now I don't want no self-righteous, meditating fart telling me money isn't everything.
Your ass is all pretzel-shaped & afloat somewhere after having had your had in a nice big cookie-jar!
So up until I can sit calmly with my pelvis next to my mouth, chanting God-knows-what I'll keep having it as my focal point.
Just like a kid needs to fall & crack a scalp to know that even Superman can't fly ( unless levitating due to other powers-that-be ).
I also wanna do IT!
So seeing as the 1st step to anything is having a plan, here's a draft of mine :
A BUDGET.
Yup that good old system of monitoring your cash-flow to see how close you are to the red robot, and quickly finding ways to avoid it.
In the coming month, I'd like to be as disciplined as the nuns are around the Father of the house, and see what virtues I'll gain close to the next month-end.
Just like when as a kid, you'd be tortured by the family GP for 10 seconds with his needle deeply nestled in your lil buttocks & as you screamed for the neighbourhood to hear...
He'd miraculously whip out a lollipop & a smile which wiped the slate clean & you hobbled out of there all smiles.
So you see folks for you to gain, you need pain.
Yep black gals know only too well what this stupid line means!
As you sit having your scalp terrorised by some unfriendly wench, only to leave there as Lil Miss Muffet, waiting on all the Georgies to donate their hearts to you.
So sure, I can't eat out as much as I would like, can't turn Long Street short as often as I enjoy...
But what I can do is gemme wheels 2 or 4, dependant on the sense of urgency I feel & last and certainly NOT least : I can smile more, as I'll be minus the anxiety I so often experience each time I play peek-a-boo with the ATM.
So let's give it a try shall we & see how much self-discipline this young thang has.
Pray for me brethren, as I'll need all the strength I can get.
-_-
I swear the next time I hear a kid say " when I grow up " in that silly matter-of-fact sing-song voice I will DROP-KICK, CHOKE-SLAM & STIFF-ARM A BRAT!
For I envy the joy & carefree spirit they're still entitled to, which as you grow up you spend more energy trying to achieve & preserve & yet for most it's like a ghost which many claim to have seen, and yet very few know.
I've found the major root of my misery at most times, and it's been in my pocket all this time.
Yessir, it's that mint in your hand or that scrumpled note deep down in your jeans after a good-night out.
Oh yes, the Big-Five!
You see when I have it, Im invincible, but the minute it borders on extinction, survival mode kicks in & happy pills are on-call.
Now I don't want no self-righteous, meditating fart telling me money isn't everything.
Your ass is all pretzel-shaped & afloat somewhere after having had your had in a nice big cookie-jar!
So up until I can sit calmly with my pelvis next to my mouth, chanting God-knows-what I'll keep having it as my focal point.
Just like a kid needs to fall & crack a scalp to know that even Superman can't fly ( unless levitating due to other powers-that-be ).
I also wanna do IT!
So seeing as the 1st step to anything is having a plan, here's a draft of mine :
A BUDGET.
Yup that good old system of monitoring your cash-flow to see how close you are to the red robot, and quickly finding ways to avoid it.
In the coming month, I'd like to be as disciplined as the nuns are around the Father of the house, and see what virtues I'll gain close to the next month-end.
Just like when as a kid, you'd be tortured by the family GP for 10 seconds with his needle deeply nestled in your lil buttocks & as you screamed for the neighbourhood to hear...
He'd miraculously whip out a lollipop & a smile which wiped the slate clean & you hobbled out of there all smiles.
So you see folks for you to gain, you need pain.
Yep black gals know only too well what this stupid line means!
As you sit having your scalp terrorised by some unfriendly wench, only to leave there as Lil Miss Muffet, waiting on all the Georgies to donate their hearts to you.
So sure, I can't eat out as much as I would like, can't turn Long Street short as often as I enjoy...
But what I can do is gemme wheels 2 or 4, dependant on the sense of urgency I feel & last and certainly NOT least : I can smile more, as I'll be minus the anxiety I so often experience each time I play peek-a-boo with the ATM.
So let's give it a try shall we & see how much self-discipline this young thang has.
Pray for me brethren, as I'll need all the strength I can get.
-_-
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