Skinny Bits 5.4.13

I cannot believe it’s been so long since the last time I posted here. I wish I could report some amazing happenings in my life since the last post, but nah. Honestly, I just got tired of looking at that soft ass post as the last thing I said here.

Ya’ll know I can’t keep my guard down for too long. It makes me uncomfortable.

Are you an introvert? Do you have an introverted loved one? Then please read Susan Cain’s “Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Won’t Stop Talking.” I learned a great deal about the source of a lot of my proclivities and idiosyncrasies. There were two passages that stuck with me: The first stated “Introverts desire neither to lead or be led.” The second–and I’m paraphrasing–dealt with an introverted woman on the brink of divorcing her husband who had difficulty breaking the news to him. She either came off cold and detached or irrationally emotional. The author wrote: “There were only two gears to which she had ready access–overwhelming feelings and detached self-possession.” It was my entire emotional life summed up in a sentence.

One of my homeboys called me the Black Elaine Benes (a character from Seinfeld played by Julia Dreyfuss, for those not in the know). I’ve never watched a full episode of Seinfeld but now I feel compelled to check it out. From what I saw on Wikipedia, Elaine is “one of the guys,” (true), approaches the opposite sex with a peculiar pickiness, (true), and is neurotic (I wish to every deity in the cosmos that this was false, but alas…). So my homeboy may be on to something.

I never watched the NBC series Friday Night Lights, so I’m playing catch up. Currently toward the middle of season two. I’m in love with Matt Saracen. Julie Taylor is a spoiled brat and needs to be slapped in the mouth at least once/episode. Coach Taylor reminds me very much of someone I know and the fact that I like him (the character) as much as I do is worrisome. It’s also helping fill the void left by the NFL off season.

Speaking of the NFL, about that EJ Manuel…

Iron Man 3 is out this weekend. Hell. Yes.

I went to a Wale show a few weeks back. I may not love his music the way I used to, but I can’t front. It translates very well on stage. And he ended the show by performing “Bait,” which made my night.

I asked a guy if he thought me cynical and he replied “No. You’re just a vet.” He assured me that it was a compliment.

But I can’t help but feel like I live on the Dark Side of the Moon sometimes. Word to Olivia Pope.

There are less than six months left of my 20s. Sweet Jesus. And good-damn-riddance.

That’s all for today. I promise not to be so much of a stranger.

Fin.

  • T.J.

    Oh gosh, this is so me to a tee. I have to get that book asap.

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