Shoping can be fatal!

AAAAHHHH! The good Ol' department store. Grounds I dare not walk on these days...Unless I'm preparing for a certain stinkin' wedding for a certain somebody who's lucky we have similar DNA.

For those of you that don't realize why I may choose to dress a little off beat for the taste of most may find this blog a useful tool for beginning to understand me. (Not that anyone would want to do that. Why when you can remain ignorant and keep me at arms length so you can call me weird.)

Anywho! When I was a small child around age 7 or 8 in elementary school we would go on these trips to the oh so dreadful mall to go pick out school clothes at the end of summer.
According to my mother...When it came to pick my clothes, they would make suggestions and I would freak out and be like..

"NOOOO...If I wear those clothes the kids at school will think I am a certain way and I'm not that way and they'll think I'm pretending. I don't want them to think I'm one of the cool kids that are mean, and I don't want to mean popular kids to think I'M ONE OF THEM. I can't ware this!"

Then I would run over to a wild striped shirt or a tie die and be like. "THIS ONE THIS ONE!"

My sister would be like...

"Ew! get some Nike shirts and some Fubu."

It's obvious that even at a young age I was aware of the dangers of being labeled and categorized. I insisted that people see me for who and what I truly was at the time. Wearing the clothes the other kids did, didn't make me feel unoriginal... They made me feel like people would have expectations of my actions based on the way i was dressed...

(and it's hard enough when you have those associations with skin)

Most would think a blue collared construction worker is more likely to get into a street brawl in front of the food bank than someone in a freshly pressed business suit.

It's those damn expectations I tell ya!
If I recite stanzas of rhyming words to instrumental...does that make me a HIP HOP artist...
NO! I am simply expressing myself...However if I were to label myself as a HIP HOP artist, then I would have to face everyone's expectations and definitions of what real hip hop is...

For all that drama...
I'm Good!

Almighty after all!

Just saw Evan Almighty today and I must say that it was a great piece of work...A bit sappy at times but I took a lot from it.

It was a very real illustration about how the universe works....When you ask for something from the Almighty...the universe, GOD, whatever you would refer to as higher power. You are presented with an opportunity to obtain what you ask for...Because the universe has been designed so perfectly that for every question, there really is an answer that leads to another question that can offer further insight of what you never thought you needed to know...

Every time our hero worried about pleasing "people" in the movie...something extremely humiliating would happen to him and it would ultimately lead him back to his purpose. This reminded me of myself...Everyone is always asking me questions about why I do the things I do and I just have to tell them that I have received instructions to do what I am doing...Musically...spiritually...intellectually and everything else...The instructions were given to me on the inside and they haven't steered me wrong yet...

I have been reminded by this movie that I really just gotta do what I'm suppose to...because that is what I've been appointed to do... Seeking to please Humans will only get me into trouble.

It's a cute movie.... Just go see it!