The Sunday Service in Whole Foods

382229_562747207078546_1208101830_nThe wonderful array of books, books, and more books, neatly placed on the shelves of Barnes & Noble  all in different size, colors and titles. Colorful literature with the only worry to decipher which lucky author will fulfill me today. I arrived thirty minutes early to my 7pm meet up in Whole Foods on Union Square eager to burn the isle of Barnes&Nobles with my curiosity. I spent the time pandering through the Ancient Knowledge & Hidden Mysteries, and Self-Help sections–my favorite sections ever! Picking up books that spoke deeply about Ancient Egypt and other Ancient Civilizations is a yearning of mine. I adore bridge the gap between my past and present. Plus, I am convinced humans were much more responsible and connected then todays dogma of connectivity and responsibility. Checking my phone after beating the strong wave of indecision that paralyzed me for the last fifteen-minutes, it read 7:04pm. Even when I try to be on time, I am late. It’s embedded in DNA like HTML Codes for me to be tardy.  I sent a text to my, in lack of better terms, friend that I am near while asking for his location for I surprisingly didn’t receive a text confirming my incessant tardiness.

I make way down Union Square park. The sun hid completely  on the other side of the world letting them know its soon to start a new day leaving the city the never sleeps to keep up the nightly duties. The bustling cars passed, people expediting streets,  and a couple romancing with the female shooting a quick look at me while laughing at her boyfriends tender kisses. Ahead of me reads the large green sign Whole Foods, fairly considerable in size in comparison to the competing stores but, not beating the famous numbers that stand high across a building. The numbers that rumored the end of the time, when in reality it just reads the time in military on the left and how many hours are before the hour struck 12 on the right.  I enter the health food realm with excitement until I despairingly saw the elongated lines.

I didn’t to come to spend anymore money though, I came to deliver these CD’s to a friend after a failed experience on trying to join their business plan–but that’s another story! I walk the stairs that was once unknown to me for many years. It lead to an open cafeteria filled with my dynamic people eating, talking, doing tarot cards and…with honor… people conducting a service of the Lord.

My friend raised his hand as I see him sitting next to people foreign to me. My blood began to boil in this short distance to him. I hoped to God that these strangers were not part of his team in which imagined him asking me belittling questions in front them: “Did you watch the CD’s? “, “No!, Well, why haven’t you?”, “You’re making excuses, you don’t have the success mentality like we spoke about. Remember you don’t want live in the employer quadrant!” Remember, remember, remember…Just know, I had comebacks for any and which way the windblown if his colleagues tried me.

At the table, an elderly lady sit comfortably in a black wool jacket with a matching hat. The wrinkles on her face etched and sketched every inch of her face. Another lady in a gray loose fitting sweater with fine short hair and supple brown skin sat on the end of the table. A black bag filled with books and a really bad, brown, unkept, shiny synthetic wig on top of it separated the two ladies. That wig, that beast, that horse hair was horrendous!  As I eyed this scene with much bewilderment,  I caught on my friend on the receiving end of the table. He sat with his legs crossed  and titled attentively listening to what I soon was about to learn.

I placed my bad on the table ready to pull of the agreement and leave immediately. No conversing, no trying to be friends, nothing but my ass on the 5 Train and my nose in my new book. “Are these your friends?” I asked with my face is slight disgust pointing at the weirdness in front of me. The lady in the gray sweater interrupts my question telling Ronald, the friend, to meditate on something. So I asked Ronald what were they talking about. I thought since the lady said meditate that this must be a conversation I would dive into with joy. Maybe these unknowns aren’t as weird as I thought to be. Maybe there wouldn’t a be rush to head home. Ronald who had on an orange dashiki I’m sure was made in Thailand and not Africa, shot a look up at me, “These are just people, we’re talking about being GAY.” Must he put so much emphasis on the word gay. I shook my head at the stupidity. I refused to get into some debate about sexuality. And for him to yet again talk to strangers, why couldn’t he sit alone like a normal New Yorker and be in his phone patiently  waiting for the CD’s? Have not his parents told him the adolescence rule about speaking to strangers. However, if they lured him in with candy…I want one.

Still confused as to how meditation met with being gay in a discussion, the old white lady rises from her seat in disbelief. “Something is wrong with you,” she said to Ronald.  Ronald combats her phobia  by telling me how she believes being gay is wrong for, yet of course, religious reasons. She turns to me slipping through the cracks of the tables, she was very soft spoken, so caring the tone of her voice that her ignorance felt loving and right. It wasn’t.  The lady in gray finally looks up at me. I was caught by surprise by her crossed eyedness. Things just now got too awkward. “You gay too?” asked the delicate toned elderly. “Nah, I’m straight. I don’t go through their struggles,” I said sarcastically. See, this the deal. I don’t like foolish questions that is none of anybody’s business. In these scenarios, I purposely lie in front of your face. It messes with ones prejudice or fools them completely, in the same moment, their ignorance speaks for them, as they often don’t hold back on words. “Good for you, You should speak to your friend about it,” Grandma suggested.  The lady in gray asked the same invasive  question so quickly with diligence it came off more as a proclamation then inquiry. I completely ignored her and looked to Ronald who still sat his chair sullen. His face appeared docile, innocent, and pale in expression.  The lady in gray goes in this whole sermon after Betty White trailed her nun looking ass out of our vision.

She rants horribly on how Ronald needs to meditate on his life decisions. Then detailed explained God’s workings in first person as if her consciousness was high enough to even speak for an entity the human race as a whole is slowly trying to understand. And so she went on:  “You see that lady next me I didn’t know and when she told me to take off my wig, I knew that was God speaking to me because she is a lady of faith, this is how God works. He expresses himself through you and I. He left his word. Don’t worry I accept you.” This angered me, how are you going to say you accept someone and tell one to meditate on how to live their life? When I addressed that to her, she fires her acceptance to me. Bitch, I don’t need you to accept me! I don’t even know you! How dare she flaunt her fake forgiveness in my face. The audacity of it all, be it that miserable, disgraceful relationship between her and that dirty, filthy, shit colored wig! I wanted to tell her so badly to meditate and accept that furry animal she hides under.

Instead I zipped my bag and left with Ronald following after me. The incident moments before I left in the past though Ron still felt indifferent. I made a pit stop at the Bank when he asked about my next moves, “I’m going home.”  He remained quiet before spilling out his feelings, “I’m really hurt…” I didn’t pay any mind, I was too focus on the ATM and how much money I was going to withdraw. I think twenty is doable. To be quite honest, I didn’t really care how he felt.  He has this tendency to speak to me in a chastising way especially during our business ordeal. A nasty distaste is left in my mouth refusing to care at all.

” I need a hug,” he commanded. At this point, was he just trying to stall? Because, I’m not for the nuisances and the woe is me narrative. No one told him to speak to strangers and actually sit there defenseless.  He actually agreed to meditate  on it! He made them feel right, he made himself feel weak. I glanced at him sharply, “Aw, you feel bad?” He nodded meekly before me. Just when he thought I was going to confide him in my arms like a protective brother, I pat him ever so lightly on the back. “Aw You’re a big boy. You’ll be ‘iight. When people try to undervalue me in passive aggressive ways I ignore it, or read the shit out of them, depending on the battle.” I cracked a half way smile hoping he caught the undertone shade I threw.  “You know before you came,” He started, “They old lady said, something worst then AIDS is coming my way and I am going to suffer.” My  eyes widened in disbelief. “Yeah, and to the black lady she said ‘You should take off that wig. I know it’s fake. You’re never going to get a man with that hair on.’ ” I blurted out laughing so hysterically I collided with a few pedestrians. I couldn’t believe the level of hate was going on at one table! He stood there lifeless in his poise as I tried to pick myself up and regain my composure. “I’m sorry,” I said wiping the saliva off my chin, “The health read is horrible  and this is why I don’t indulge in bitter people like her but, she flamed that other chick so badly. Now that was a classic!” He didn’t move an inch. “You know,” Ronald continued, “It’s hurts more because I am a Christian too!”  I took a deep sigh, knowing this was my cue to go home, “Well, these are your peoples. This is what they do. Hey, what can you do about it.” Placing on hand on his shoulder giving him a few shakes to wake him up from his state, I bid farewell.

I got my ass right on that 5 train, with my nose in my new book called, Science of the Mind.

 

 

 

May Favorites!

May Favorites!

Hooray for June! My third annual 21st birthday is only 4 days away! I am somewhat excited.  While yet in another process of trying to upgrade mini me (this blog), I decided to do monthly favorites. Inspired by my favorites YouTubers, of course. I just haven’t seen a blog version of it yet so I thought, “It’s something cool to add in the general department.” And I think it’s smarter to do it at the end of the month, simple so there is actually time to favorite things. So, I shall begin.

One Smart Cookie

Screenshot_2015-06-01-19-57-05_1 Sweet tooth lovers, I have found the answer. I mean the delectable, divine, scrumptious cookies. All that knows me knows I am a huge spender on oatmeal cookies. Like, these are my Starbucks. These cookies literally, and I am not lying, take me to another realm of just pure blissfulness. Why? Well, not only are these made with REAL ingredients but the raisins are enormous and soft. These cookies are soft plump heaven creations. Every time I eat these I am smiling deeply and or laughing for no reason like the salad commercials. Sorry, I can’t say where to buy these. Give or take maybe your nearest whole foods store (Whole Foods, Fairway, Trader Joes, etc.)  One Smart Cookie is the brand. It’s not even a brand, its a lifestyle…I swear, I can go for some right now. Oh hell yes! Take me Higher! Amen!

KINKY BOOTS

THIS show was amazing. What made even more tasteful was the fact that I had a extra full on experience. Luckily, I was blessedcd-white_1024x1024 enough to a back stage tour with this broadway show. The whole day literally took about 12 hours as I was introduced to the marketing company behind them,  had lunch at hard rock cafe,  being taught the final dance piece, dinner at Tony’s DiNapoli’s italian resturant, backstage tour,  the show, then lastly meeting the cast. The show was so much fun, hilarious and I mean very funny! Billy Porter is the guy to see! I am telling you! They way he did that role it was made for him! It’s a show about loving yourself and accepting other people for who they are. A definite must see! I mean hello they won 6 Tony awards for a reason! Here’s ones of the songs in the show “Everybody Say Yeah

SPOTIFY

I’m usually not the streaming music type of guy. Nor am I the buy everybody’s album type of guy either. I am more so the strip spotify-logo-primary-vertical-dark-background-rgbit off Youtube type of guy. The hassle with that however comes with find good quality sound on youtube. Many of the clips are altered for copyright or just sounds airy. I work in an audio engineering department so I have so much of an ear of good quality sound. That being said, I have Spotify and it was have definitely made May musically fun! I have the chance to listen to every album that comes out, plus, pick and choose songs from other artists song and create my own playlist. Sad part is, it sucked my date usage dry! and I mean drought! But the quality and the accessibility out weighs the cons. Plus right now, It’s 99 cents for three months. I am so with it! for the next three months–that is.  Mariah Carey sound very nice under Spotify =)

PURE LEAF TEA

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“Aint none of my business its Tea though” – Mariah Carey “Infinity.”  Its pure leaf tea and it’s all of my business and then some. I was recently introduced this tea by my lovely mom. At first I was skeptic because tea’s be tasting like vitamin water or flavored water which both are just about that.  But this Tea here is so refreshing and hydrating! Add some oatmeal cookies and I am living in the islands. I swear It’s has literally been my favorite and will be for the summer! I really recommend people by this drink specifically the peach and lemon. They are by far the best! It taste so authentic. Oh heaven!

New York Times BestSeller Not My Father’s Son by Alan Cummings

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You probably recognize him as Eli Gold in the Hit TV Series “The Good Wife.”  He also played as the NightCrawler in X2: X-men United, Spy Kids, and he is a tony award winning actor in the play Cabaret! Not My Father’s son is a memoir about his
relationship between his abusive father and himself. It contains some real, grave, descriptive scene’s of his father rage. I enjoyed it very much because I was able to relate to 90% of the story. It helped me recall memories I forgot I had with my dad that was just down right out of this world! You also learn another huge secret about that was held from him that was also quite the catch too. Being the little bless being that I am, I know his husband Grant Shaffer is also so dear too me. Through him, I am actually getting my book signed VIP style. No lines. No hassel. Just sent straight to him and back to me! I really recommend this book!

Well, that is all for May. May was a battle but it ended sweetly. Join the convo &  comment your may favorites below!

Wild: From Lost To Found On The Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed

Wild: From Lost To Found On The Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed

It is part of Oprah Book Club 2.0.
The film was nominated a Golden Globe Award for Best Actress in a Motion Picture.
#1 New York Times Bestseller for seven consecutive weeks.
#1 National Bestseller.
Barnes and Noble Discovery Award.
…and it won my soul.

Cherly Strayed and Oprah On Super Soul Sunday

Cheryl Strayed and Oprah On Super Soul Sunday

I stabled across this book about a week ago searching for memoirs to read as I try to gear up for mine. I wanted a strong another strong example of a memoirist style and layout.  I already read Janet Mock’s Redefining Realness which too became a New York Times Bestseller. Do you see where I am trying to go with this memoir? Redefining Realness is another gratifying book that tells a story ones identity trivial and acceptance. I came across a picture of a boot. I seen this book cover before, but I didn’t know where. Later I realized it was from an train ad I seen while going to dance with Fergie.  I was torn between that book or a workbook to get all my memories together. I decided on “Wild” by Cheryl Strayed and was in for an internal ride.
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This books is a person of its own. It resonated with me unexpectedly taking me in my own reflective depth of myself. It

Cheryl Stayed on the PCT circa 1995

Cheryl Stayed on the PCT circa 1995

compelled me to tell my own story while inspiring me to go on my own person journey. “Wild”  tells a story about a woman hiking over 1,000 miles to self-awareness on the Pacific Crest Trail. A trail that hugs the border of Mexico and Canada, passing California, Oregon, and Washington. She takes you on a journey describing the beautiful yet scary wildlife passing through like minded folks.

I was immobilize by the raw honesty she told while reflecting the death of her mother; the love of her life. She explains in detail how the tragedy influenced her into a downward spiral of sex, drugs, and divorce. The human attitude of grieving that perpetuates hate, sadness, blame, and then forgiveness. She dwells on her relationship with her abusive father, and takes you into her struggles and triumphs while hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. It’s humorous and relatable.
It has a feminist appeal.
Its soulful.  Thus, why I got the idea to call books that really speak to me, “Soul Book”.

Wild-Reese-WitherspoonI saw the Film alone a few days ago alone although I was towards the end of the book. I needed to see it alone. This story had so much of me in it, it was only I were able to understand. It was played by Reese Witherspoon who got a Golden Globe Nomination for this film. I was pleased with the movie, I want to actually buy the DVD which I don’t do. I really feel like going to see it again. Alone. I am really not in a good space at all, maybe that’s why It spoke too well to me. I was even able to relate to her mothers hippy views on the world.

I don’t want to give it all away, but I highly recommend this book.
It’s a must read.

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