You cant want to give up until you’ve literally been stretched past your limits. Some of my pants can attest to that revelation. I’ve been there. Stretched past my limits. Seeing no relief. Hoping the tension of it all can just cut the circulation off in my life. If I can be transparent for a minute…at one time I wanted to leave this place. I wanted to die. The deepness of being strained to a point of depression, to a point of nearly no return, is unfathomable. I thought I was strong, confident, self-assured, disciplined, educated, and knowledgeable. These things are useless when life’s’ pressure is enough to crack a pipe. I was cracked and nearly broken until I found a piece of hope.
Let me “Rock with You,” for a minute. The words that I speak are, “All for You.” Now don’t you feel, “Special.” Sometimes we say, “I’m mad but not angry,” or “I’m disappointed but not upset.” Is there a difference? There is no such thing as a certain level of offense, either you’re offended or you aren’t. There is, however, such a thing as control. You’ve heard Janet’s album, so get some “Control.” Learn to control your emotions. Do not deny how you feel; your emotions are natural and are raw truth. Become expert at identifying your emotions. Then harness how you feel and proceed to learn from it in order to grow. The epitome of this action is when you realize that all of the things you get “upset” or better put “offended” about, are all out of your control; hence no need for you to get upset anyway. It “Doesn’t Really Matter.”
I’ve often wondered what my life’s purpose was my whole life. Hell…I still wonder, not unlike so many of you. The journey to discovering ones path must begin with discovering ones self. Personal discovery is so freeing…so enlightening. It’s always amazing to find out new things about ones self. I am a bit hesitant to share a fairly new discovery that I’ve recently made about myself. New, meaning, within the last year. My recent discovery has shed such undeniably radiant light on so many things that the truth of it is hard to ignore. It has been humbling and has mapped a new course for my personal development.
Have you ever been Dis’d by a wordsmith? Well hold on, because I’m about to Dis you. What I mean is, have you ever felt Disrespected? I know you Dislike it when a friend named Disaster strikes at the most Displeasing of times. Yet Despite it all you should Dispel your Displeasure with them. Discouraging right? Personally, I get tired of people’s Dishonesty. They tend to be Disloyal – Displaying some highly Destructive Dysfunctions. They are, at times, Distant, Disengaged…Disingenuous. Dishonoring themselves with their apparent Displays of Dysfunction.
I am sorry. I must confess…this blurb is not what you were expecting. I tricked you. I played with your mind; you were hoodwinked, bamboozled, lead astray. What did you expect from a wordsmith? I took advantage of your curiosity and it was too easy. Umm huh, you were looking for scandal weren’t you? You won’t find it here. It’s a crying shame that I had to put a suggestive title like this one, just to get your attention.
I woke to the sound of the Jump-Master, “Wake up soldier we’re getting close.” It was around dusk and we were scheduled to do a jump in Sicily. It was dark as devil’s eyes in that aircraft. The only thing I saw was the tiny red light that illuminated our confined space.
I see you sitting in this place stricken with grief. I see your tears and your restrained pain. I see you. I have not passed away, I have merely moved on – on to the next chapter in my existence. Try not to feel sad for I am in Elysium. I feel no more pain, no more suffering; I worry only for you. There’s no more strife here; no more hate, no more loneliness. We are one.
I had a work order in an apartment building early one morning. I did as I normally do in these situations and take care of things outside before I come to the door. It helps things go more smoothly. So I am knocking on the door to make contact with the customer. Well a wiry looking face with glasses and a weary weave, pokes from behind the door with sleep in her eyes. The face looks at me and turns and screams the cable guy is here, then opens the door. Continue reading “An Encounter with a Dysfunctional Family.”
I remember a job I did a while back. I was just supposed to install some internet. Well this old lady Rose in her red pajamas and her neighbor Ann were in the house when I arrived. They started drilling me with questions as soon as I crossed the threshold of the door. Continue reading “A Happy Red Rose”
Today I had an install for a couple living inside a house separated into individual rooms-for-rent. From what I understood they had been waiting on cable for several months. That’s a long time. They already had the box, all they needed was an outlet/line ran. Continue reading “Change in a Bucket”
So I’m there to swap a box right. Ms. 307 start going at me about how hard it is to raise 3 kids alone. How she don’t know anybody around here. I’m hip to game though. Didn’t let her get to asking me to be her friend. Hurried up and mentioned how hard it is for me to provide for my Wife and Kids. Shut her smooth down. She got real open about her life after that…but I made haste. Gotta go track down them dollars. Continue reading “307 tried to get at me!”
SILENCE…and brace yourself. Cause what I’m about to tell you is true. I’m a Cable Guy. Yeah, the guy that gets your TV,Internet and Phone services up and running. It pays alright, but the experiences are priceless. Some of yawl can’t operate your daily functions without cable. It’s like an addiction you don’t want to shake. TV’s the worst addiction if you ask me. But hey what do I know. Continue reading “I come bearing gifts”
Yes I’ve been gone. Disappeared from the writing world for some months now. As long as I’ve not disappeared from the living world. It’s been trying times and along with other types of suffering, my writing has suffered as well.
Like many other faithful’s, I am an avid college basketball fan. I love the passion in their play; the hustle, the fight, the disappointments, the joy. Like millions of other fans, I filled out my tournament bracket hoping to show my basketball prowess to the world. Really…I was trying to win that billion dollars that Warren Buffet offered. I failed miserably. I thought I knew more than I did. Obviously not.
We are my People
by Cinique Scott
What would it take,
For our people to be free?
To have fun – drink coffee,
And watch some TV.
We are often times hated,
And thought to be insane.
I wonder why that is?
Is there someone else to blame?
When I mention Hermit the Dog, of course I’m talking about me. I’ve been guilty, at times, of being quite a recluse, (and I’m not talking about a bloodsucking spider). Be it as it may, I am quite outgoing when I choose to be. I am what I loathe to reveal to you, as a highly sensitive person. Anywho…I’m out of the coffin, trying to evade the sun.
Must find shade.
Blind to the Fact
By Cinique Scott
Can you see what I see or are you blind to fact?
The fact that we’re at war, we are under attack
Yes we’re under siege, the enemy’s plan well played.
He hopes we’ll be idle, he hopes that you’ll stay.
We’re in a fight for our welfare, a fight for our time;
A fight for our children, and a fight for our mind.
Some of you are overweight, and I know – it’s no fun.
Obesity runs in your family, because your family doesn’t run.