Insomnia and Boredom.. lethal combination... lol.. o and an overactive imagination

It's now 44 minutes past midnight so as any other common, nerdy, passionate leisure reader who finds herself without a good book she hasn't read at least 3 times, I try my hand at this - writing whatever's in my mind or on it. (Here goes !)

5 Minutes Later........... Nothing

2 Minutes Later............ I'm still thinking of what to write

Some Time Later........... I find myself steadily counting the seconds I've remained blank.

(Ahem) Writer's block? Ha! Me... a writer, I like the sound of that.


The radio is playing and Janet Jackson is on. Really she can't sing. Good performer but vocalist? ..nah. (scoff) I recall the argument I had with an acquaintance a while back with her saying (sorry), shouting that Janet Jackson was the shit. Really there was no need for her to continue shouting because I agreed. See you cannot be the shit if you don't stink and frankly Janet's vocals ..(ahem) Janet's lack in the vocal department sure helped her pass the bar.


My mind is wandering again. Ugh! Nothing good seems to be playing right now so I think of putting in my soothing rock CD and I remember my parents, most close friends and my other relatives belittling my taste in music.
'Why you listening to that white music?'
'ki vieux bagi nah tan la' I remember my grandmother scoffing a while back while she was dressing to go to a Country and Western dance.
Country and Western! What's up with that!

She continues to say that we young people adopt the US culture and do not appreciate what we have. Even our dress was influenced by them. (these weren't her exact words.....but you get my drift.) Really if there is anything more ironic, I can't tell. 'We are adopting US culture' she says while she's dressing to go to a Country and Western dance. The whole nation has glamorized this lifestyle and music to an extent that even a short-sighted, hard of hearing, slow individual who is always lost in thought (such as myself) is able to notice our country's infatuation with this music especially on a Sunday morning. The whole nation is tuned in to listen to Country and Western (well except for a few dedicated, nonconformists whose other music is drowned out by the droning on of a man sharing his misfortune to a bartender or anyone who is willing to listen, or a woman crying over the man she's lost to her best friend, another woman or alcohol.)

'Oh! Woe be unto me!'
Really can you get more depressing?!!!

No other place in the world is renowned for the western culture with cowboys, dirty bars, boots and the like. Heck it originated there. Really Shervon Sealy is waltzing (or whatever cowboys do) around in a cowboy hat, tight jeans and a buttoned up shirt with the weird shaped boots to match and is greeted warmly with
'Ahoy there matie!' - my bad, wrong impersonation. (ahem) Howdy there cowboy!
Nothing wrong with that. Truth is.. those tight jeans look good...(not that I was looking.)

Because to each his own. Right mama?


Uh... Now let's see. What else does a eighteen year old girl have on her half-baked mind. God forbid that she may have something in it!
Was that called for? I don't know you tell me ...was it?
I was once told by a teacher that I was somewhat of a cynic.(really..the nerve!) I try to be open-minded but in my quest to do so, I adopt attributes of a feminist I'm told. I do acknowledge that women not only have different plumbing from men but are wired differently. Yeah, yeah....we're the nurturers and caregivers while you guys are the strong, macho, full of testosterone males who come home with the bacon or whatever you've hunted that day. Yes, yes..and since the beginning of time men have... Blah, blah. I could drone on and on about what you guys are but you know what I can do better? I can tell you what you aren't... But I won't.


I acknowledge your importance in this world despite the theory that a strategically aimed shower head might rid the world of men since their most important role would be accomplished.(wink) (wink)
Seriously, many tend to downplay the importance of women in this world. We have been told we aren't readily equipped to go into a business room and be cold-heartedly efficient because of our wiring. That's ridiculous.

Suddenly, I have this urge to recite that song ' Everything you can do I can do better..I can do everything better than you'
But that would be a bit childish wouldn't it?

Come to think of it the opposing gender is the more childish by a mile. No really, check this out..
'Men' continue referring to themselves as players and thus find it necessary to continue playing games
They refer to their girlfriends as their Mama..(Well most of them do anyway)
They relentlessly continue to refer to their homes as their 'cribs'.
Aww... now isn't that cute.
But cute does not cut it. What most of you 'men' need to do is grow a spine and a real pair of nuts or you will soon find yourself walking down the street with your pants halfway down your butt (as most young 'men' nowadays) and eventually find it necessary to grab at your crotch while walking just to acknowledge your superiority, only to find that....the very emblem of your manhood has been stolen, the essence of your being missing.
Looking up in horror you then see the smiling faces of women flashing past you in a haze oblivious to your plight for help, their laughs and squeals of delight reverberating in your head, a sharp contrast to your hopeless and depressed demeanor.

But wait. What's that? Are those your ....?, all the women are wearing it!! It seems to be the latest fashion...Incredulous, you keep turning your head this way and that, glimpsing at the men's faces who are also in shock as they too notice their nuts dangling mockingly from pierced earlobes. Your nuts are now being worn as earrings.
Your face is then zoomed in as a woman gives a high pitched squeal.................. DUM DUUM DUUUUUUM!!!!!!!!!!!

Scary Huh??
Well screw it.. It made me laugh..lol