Short Mineded: Here It Comes


Making mistakes is one of few universal truths. We all do it and some more than others. Almost as if they can’t help but touch the red hot iron just to make sure it burns. Some call it stubborn others call it hard headed. In my humble opinion, I think it’s a case of selective memory loss.  Our brains are hardwired to keep us safe. It’s why we instinctively grab the “Oh Shit” bar if our friend takes a turn too sharp, or double sniff the milk that’s supposed to expire soon. Preservation of self is key, but oh boy do we let some very similar things slip past the defense from time to time.

The resolutions we’ll never keep because they go against who we are fundamentally. I’m not a morning person, at all. So I don’t resolve to work out in the morning I just work out more than I did before at the time I can. Farmers can have dawn; I’m a dusk kind of guy. Some people go headlong into fruitless relationships while convincing themselves that “this time will be different”. It’s not different, it’s the same song you’ve been dancing to for years but for some reason can’t find the beat. Maybe it’s that need for things to work out the way that we want them to over an acceptance of what’s really taking place.

Then again, maybe that negligence is another symptom of our automatic self preservation. Our brain’s wiring going on hyper drive and protecting our psyche for the short term as opposed to the long. Accentuating the positives of any given situation to counteract the glaring negatives. I don’t believe that people make mistakes on purpose, but they’ll take a chance on something in hopes that it will turn out different. Even when we can all see it coming, like a slow moving car accident. So maybe when we touch the red hot iron, it’s not to see if it’s actually hot but to see if we learned some way to not be burned by it this time around. 


33: I Got A Story To Tell

Ok, here’s a sequel that’s going to be better than the first. The Aliens to my original Alien so to speak. It’s a new year and I want to purge this last bit of malarkey that’s clouding things up. I might not be able to keep things light but hey, we’re all adults and if you can’t handle some stern words here or there than maybe you shouldn’t take up that mantle just yet. Now come on take a ride on my beautiful balloon.

I attended and graduated from an institute of higher learning. That’s tuition speak for “I went to college”. I say that to say this, I have a lot of non-minority friends (To save time, they’ll be White for the rest of this). To that end, they don’t know much about black culture or any culture other than their own for that matter. This wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for a few key factors. One of which is the tool you may be using to read this right now; the internet. I’ll never pass on the chance to educate, in any way shape or form but please, White Friends, if you’re going to make all of your minority friends some sort ambassador for their respective race or ethnicity do a little leg work on your own. While there may be some similarities between black households there are still major differences, and we can’t speak for an entire race or ethnicity because for the most part we just don’t know. I can only speak for certain about myself and my family, the rest of it is educated speculation. Also, disagreeing about how racists or not the world around you is to a minority tends to make you look pretty ridiculous. While you or your family may accept the rainbow connection that world is becoming, we still got a looooong ways to go. Just look at the hatred our President receives on a daily basis. And before you scoff, yes he’s made some mistakes, missteps and less than stellar decisions. Guess what? He’s a damn politician, and there is a huge difference between being critical of a public official and outright hate.

There is no excuse for disliking entire genres of music anymore. None. MP3 access, Pandora, Spotify, a Google search could open the door to so many different songs and artists you’d have to go out of your way not to like something. Hell, I’ve turned friends onto some Dupstep in less than 10 minutes just by looking up a few remixes on youtube and spotify. Dubstep, that wobbly mess the British have thrown over the pond to piss off old people. Quite simply, when music was harder to acquire on a normal basis and the only way you found out about a good song was on the radio  or through word of mouth, you could excuse not knowing certain things. Now, your word of mouth range is however many people you follow on twitter and how many friends you post with on facebook. I highly doubt all 700 people you’re “friends” with listen to all the same music. Why refuse to grow? Do something different for once and see what happens. Worst case scenario, you’ll know for sure that you don’t like Deadmau5, but at least you’ll be able to say why you do or don’t like something instead of lumping everything together.

On that note, either expect more from people or have no expectations. Too many times people have told me “Oh, I’m surprised you like that movie” Or “You listen to blank, Really?” This goes back towards the last part. We have access to way too much media and outside sources now. There’s also the underlying notion that they don’t expect me, Black guy from the inner city to like certain things, which is annoying as all hell. I’ve even had a close friend say they didn’t want to borrow my ipod to go to the gym because I have too much “black music”. I mean, I know Dave Matthews is from Africa and all but I’d hardly call his stuff “black music”.  Either expect the person in front of you to like or dislike on many levels, or allow them to fill in the blanks. We’ve come too far to think that people won’t be interested in a diverse array of things. Yes, there can be some spillover from the pre internet age that still holds them back. Case in point, I didn’t like The Beatles till college, not because thought they were bad, but nobody around me listened to them and they’re weren’t exactly played on the radio stations I listened to in my formative years. Those mostly consisted of hip-hop, R&B and Alternative.

Don’t let your mistakes become trends or habits. At some point they will define you. Your friends and family will judge you by them, and rightfully so. A mistake is a mistake, and yes it can be made more than once. That is a part of being human, but they are to be learned from sooner rather than later. If you continue to date douchebags, that doesn’t mean that all men suck, you just have terrible taste in men. Your friends constantly walking all over you? Stop laying down for them. They’re not totally at fault for what you have allowed them to do. Make Adjustments, Go Get It Energized damnit.

Lighter notes…..

Stop being annoyed at your significant others interests, especially if they’re not really asking you to participate. The Super Bowl is near and waaaaay too many people are complaining that their bf/gf is too interested in the sport. I’m sorry but if you can’t accept that for a few hours a week they may be paying attention to something that isn’t you, it’s more your problem than theirs. And no, this isn’t a gender thing, I know guys and gals who make the same complaint. And it goes for anything. If your lady friend likes say yes to the dress, either sit down and shut up or *gasp* go do something else.

Accept that things you used to like may not be as good as they used to be. I’m looking at you Dexter. Sometimes things just need to end, nothing lasts forever but be honest babe, it hurts may be the only way. Hmm, Somebody should put that in a song.

Okay, I think I’ve rambled enough. I think my State of Mined is “Purged”. The clutter is gone and I can focus getting these things out on a consistent basis. Strange things are afoot at the Circle K and I want to let you all know about it as it happens. Here’s hoping 2012 keeps things interesting. Till later

Carpe Diem Kids….