I think every parent who isn’t married to their child(ren)’s other parent has had to dodge questions about marriage plans. I know I’ve gotten this question at least every 2 months since my daughter was born. For the record: her father and I are not married, and I’m fine with that. I’ve realized I’m in much too selfish of a phase in my life to want to commit to another person for the rest. of. my. life. Maybe my thoughts will change in a few years, but right now, the idea of such a commitment makes me scrunch up my face. Do you have any idea how long the rest of your natural life is? I don’t (because who can see the future). Anyway, I’m always really offended and bothered that people are so consumed with the marriage plans of people they aren’t involved with. Meaning, why are you being so nosey? I’m generally really private with my relationships, and even when I let people know I’m in one, the details I offer or reveal upon inquiry are limited.
“Sister, why do they do that?” “Do what?” “Cage the animals at night?” “Well…” She looked up & out through the barred window before answering me. “We don’t want to, Jennings, but we have to. You see, the animals that are given to us we have to take care of. If we didn’t cage them up in one place, we might lose them, they might get hurt or damaged.
I keep feeling like my life hasn’t really started. I’m just waiting for graduation and a real job to come and make me feel like a grown-up. But then I realize I am a grown-up with adult responsibilities and demands. Not sure if that’s a good thing or not, because as long as I’ve longed for it, it’s certainly not what I expected. So it’s a bit of disappointment that my expectations are nowhere near my reality. Anyway, in the midst of waiting for my life to “happen,” I find myself feeling guilty at wanting to escape it all sometimes. Like, sometimes I just want to go to happy hour and have a few hours a week with my girls in person, not via twitter, blog, gchat, etc. Or … (Lord, please don’t judge me), but sometimes I just CANNOT take hearing one more second of “mommy, mommy, mom, mom, mama, mama.” *throws hands in the sky* I need to put an APB out on myself. I want to get back into what I want to do, instead of doing things always for COM. I’ll always have her interest at heart, but sometimes, dammit, I want to just veg out […]
I’ve watched The Women of Brewster Place twice this weekend, mainly because I wasn’t able to watch the entire 4-hour miniseries in one sitting. I remember this from my childhood, but obviously couldn’t remember the plot. I bought the book a few years ago, but have yet it actually read it. In any case, I’m glad I finally got the chance to see it now, and I’m in a good place to receive it for what it is (the movie at least). I was struck by one scene in particular. In the movie, it’s between Robin Givens’ Kiswana/Melanie and Cicely Tyson’s Mrs. Browne (any emphasis is my own):
The first news story I saw today was this, about a little girl who was trapped in a Conyers, Ga. Wells Fargo bank fault for four hours. The first thing I thought was that her mother is going to get fired. Maybe it’s the cynic in me, but if I were a manager, I’d be thinking the following, which are all predicated on the assumption that mom was actually working a shift, not just visiting or conducting her own banking business: