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 aint
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’ scare crow.
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 cant
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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