Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Stunted Growth

What it do good folk? It's ya main square Steez back at it with some chronicles. I'm sending this one from my brand new palm pixi cell phone. I like my new phone...its not quite the g1 but then again what is? So what's been up? Not much. Oh a square went to a fish fry a couple weeks ago and got wasted. And I mean fucked off!!!! A guardian angel had to take me home. Is anyone watching American Idol? Janet is on stage right now, lip singing but it's all good her ass is talking through the gown she has on...oh shit she's wearing catsuit now! I'm bout to put the kids to bed and handle something..damn Janet. But enough about me...lets get to the bloggin....shall we?

Earlier today someone stopped just short of calling me immature. I thought that was an interesting thing to say to me. Then I thought more...maybe I am. But why? The conclusion I came to was stunted growth. Now family, in no way shape or formam I owning up to immaturity, but fuck it it is an interesting comment that I wanted to explore.

First, I explored what maturity is. Then I ran into the first problem....maturity is subjective. But then I stepped back and looked at my own definitions comparitively with my actions. I realized that alot of choices I have made, have stunted my growth mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Being forced into adulthood before it was time was the social equivalent of an 11 year old smoking cigarettes. I had to learn a lot of shit from my own failures...and there was a lot of them. 

This aint no Tyrese in Baby Boy shit though. And I damn sure aint Jody running from respnsibility. I admit though that a lot of responsibilties I have taken on are beyond what I can comprehend. I live in the moment. Not in the cliche way, but in the sense that I don't think about every possible result of a current action. Short sighted? Yes. Irresponsible? Maybe. Immature? Debateable. But when being overwhelmed every second of every day, can I afford to focus on anything BUT The moment at hand.

To some what I just said will sound like an excuse. Others will sympathize. A few will empathize. I do all three. In reality there is no excuse for shit I do, other than me feeling my way through this dark room called adulthood. I make no apologies for the many stubbed toes I will suffer such is life...

I'm out.....

P.S. Did yall see janet say muthafucka I'm Ms. Jackson if you nasty...they cut her mic RIGHT off. Lol