Don't play with it

[Disclaimer: the following poem quote is just something I stumbled on that was most amusing to me and is in no way related to my relationship nor any experiences on my part]

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Easter came... Easter went. It was most... hmmm... interesting shall I say? It has actually taken me a couple days to get my mind around some stuff to decide exactly how I want to blog about it. I still haven't decided... However, I figure if I don't start, the post will never get written and I might end up inadvertently taking an indefinite break from blogging.... so here goes. Material may be offensive and very inaccurate but it's entirely opinion so feel free to correct me, put in your two cents, or whatever.

Firstly so it wasn't the complete disaster I expected. Perhaps there's some merit in what my darling friend Ray tried to convince about doing stuff for the better and expecting it not to work out so as to circumvent disappointment and maximize that warm fuzzy feeling inside when it works out. [That argument shall be discussed later or in a/the consequent post since it peeved me as well] I spent Friday with my favourite person, watched movies and all that fun stuff. Also, I had braced myself with the possibility of not seeing said person at all because I know how busy my schedule (should've) been considering the not even to my neck but to my nose amount of work I have to finish before the month ends. Yes, I am intimidated by it. Yes, I should've heeded all of my professors advice when they said "start working on it from now..." But, you know how hard ears pickney does stay... Back on topic, so I got to spend like 2, almost 3, days with them of the 4 day weekend. *big grin* So Easter wasn't that bad. I also covered some schoolwork, not as much as I anticipated, but some nuntheless.

For the most part I was home. My good friend Carly wanted to do something on Easter Monday, so I joined her and a couple other friends to go to a cook in La Tante Bay and then go to Bathway.

There begins my rant...

The last time I went to Bathway was too far back for me to remember, much less me remembering what Bathway at Easter was like.

(gosh... I lost my vibe to finish this post again but I shall still try...)

Ok so we went up. It was packed with people...and dark because it was night. There was lots of music, lots of smoke and such from people doing barbeque and roasting corn, etc. There were one or two vehicles trying to crawl through the crowd....And we weaved our way through to where I believe was the last DJ and stayed there. The bar had these rave-like green and red laser lights that were flashing all over.

Where does my peeves begin? Why was I peeved that evening?

So myself, Sheba, Carly and her other friend are standing there, drink in hand, listening to the music, observing what's going on...

What was going on? I saw literally a handful of females. This is not to say there were not many women on the beach, because I honestly don't know. However where we were there were far more men than women. There was an area right in front where there were a bunch of guys dancing ranging from as young as probably 8-10 yrs go up. It was "gangsta" dancehall music, so they were doing the whole crotch grab while looking down at the ground and pointing two "gunshot" fingers in the air.

Naturally, well, naturally to me and Sheba, a fight was inevitable. The guys are drunk, the music is violent, it's like the perfect setting. Furthermore, it was almost as if as females it was best that we didn't even show up because we weren't even really being acknowledged - not that we wanted to be harassed by men, but it's practically customary at parties/fetes. It was as if all they could see were each others as guys, to drink and be merry and do the gunshot dance... blah blah blah... I've lost interest in this post. In a nutshell they were playing gangsta music. Big fight break out. Man get chop. Who get stab stab, who get chop chop... And I don't know if anyone actually died. But it was ridiculous. And I'm almost certain it's over something petty or just some ignorant stuff.... 'cuz that's what it typically is.

It reminds me of my Poli Sci prof's statements...... How could we claim to be so independent and forward moving as a nation... developing and striving towards greater things... supposedly moved past the days of slavery which we celebrate on Emancipation day in August... yet we can't even communicate and sort out petty grievances without someone feeling "disrespected" and feeling the need "to chop" the other party to bring about a (false) resolution? Seriously. We can't even communicate with each other on the basest level. That's where we're at as a nation. Good job.

But whatever... I had a good weekend...cuz of my honey bunny, and girlfriends.

Deuces.
Shelli out