Today
Monday
September 3
11:13
Here's a lil' some' y’all weren’t privileged to, a lil' a convo that went down between me and my friend B a few days back. I've been havin' convos (more like a tiff) like that for sometime now...here’s a lil' snippet.
"You put too much pressure on yourself, men! Carryin’ that darn thing around all day ain’t no joke," B looked at me with pain.
“I know men but you know there are stuffs I need to take to town and shit, can’t leave the bag alone” I said
“C’mon man, be a lil considerate to both of us. It’d help a whole lot more if you leave your laptop at home more often. Some shit can wait, you know? And it ain't like you use it in town all the time. Take some burden off of your ass, nigga” B said. I could sense B was irritated.
“Touché” I whispered. “You know you and me are one, right? We both want the same thing.”
“Fuck that shit! If we both want the same then why do you keep ignorin’ the pain, huh?”
“I understand where you’re comin’ from but try and understand me too,” I said while rubbin’ on B, nothin’ sexual jus a good old friendly rub.
“Get your hands off me punkass! Stop tryna bribe me, nigga. That shit won’t work. All I need you to do is pay attention to all the warnings I’ve been givin’ your ass”
“Ok, give me some time and I’ll find a solution, aight?”
“Good!”
“We cool then, huh?” I asked. B answered with a head nod.
Friday
August 31
Lately I’d been makin’ conscious effort to carry my backpack less and less on my back. Instead of lettin’ it ride on my back all the time like it’s suppose to, I’d started clutchin’ it, jus swingin’ it from left to right as I go through the day.
Huh? But backpacks are made for backs? Yeah yeah, I know they call it backpack for a reason.
10:08
Some skinny jeans wearin’ dude bumped into me... well, not me exactly bump into me but technically, bumpin’ into my bag, which is like an extension of me would amount to bumpin’ into me, wouldn't it or do we need to pull a law book of some sort out on this?
At the moment of impact, I’d jus switched hands from left to right in order to relieve the left of the strain that was beginin’ to be unbearable. Though, it wasn't exactly an earth-shakin’ bumpin’ into but it was a big enough collision for me to turn around and try to get a good look at the person that jus disrespected my world famous backpack. My first reaction was to go after the guy and demand an apology and pro’ly give him a verbal ass whoopin’ if he doesn't act right. I took one look at the guy as he swaggered away and smiled. Why? I mean, dude’s pants hung so low, his drawers seemed to be sayin’ hi to everybody and most off of all, nigga looked like a walkin’ scarecrow.
I admit, one of my flaws is not bein’ able to let a disrespect go, no matter how small, I jus have to call it out right there and then but the good thing is, if I don’t deal wit it right away, I jus let it slide and that was what I did, I let it slide.
Ok, the truth is, I wasn't really worried about the bag at all (if Pro-Specs, the manufacturer of the bag knows that the bag is still in existence, they’d pro’ly be beatin’ a path down to my door to have it in their museum), my concern was for the laptop inside. Imagine if the laptop fell and broke, that would be a disaster of epic proportion, the world as we know it would change forever! *shakes* God forbid!
Outro
If that dude hadn't bumped into my backpack I’d pro’ly wouldn’t be havin’ a rethink or another conversation with B.
Who is B again? Oh, I didn’t tell y’all who B was? My bad!
Umm, B stands for my Back by the way!
Yep! Is that a typo? Nope, it isn't. You read me right.
A convo wit’ ones’ back, who does that! A sane man, that’s who! Some of y’all still can't wrap your heads around it, can ya?
See, on the face value, shit like havin’ a convo wit’ parts of your body might seem like madness to somebody on the outside lookin’ in but it actually helps when you need some kinda resolution... when I say somebody on the outside lookin’ in, am talkin’ bout YOU! Yep, you readin’ this. But then again, somethin’ tells you've had dialogues wit a part of your body before, haven’t you?
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