The Beat Goes On...

Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain...History has turned the page...Teeny bopper is our newborn king...Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss..The cars keep going faster all the time...Bums still cry "Hey Buddy, have you got a dime?"...And the beat goes on..the beat goes on...(The Beat Goes On, Sonny and Cher)

Ever wonder what it would be like if you didn't have an education. I wonder if I would be on the streets of Nigeria right now selling pepper or helping my grandmother or mother fetch water.

Sometimes I pass people who are homeless or elderly and poor and wonder if they had the opportunities that I do. Do they regret the choices they made to get to this point or are they there becuase of circumstance?

Okay...Enough getting introspective and deep let's get real. I am sick and tired of people complaining (including myself) and blaming others for the shit that happens to them. Yesterday, I had the misfortune (at least that's the way I see it) of have a conversation with a young guy ( twenty something) at the bus stop. He felt it necessary to talk to me (which after a long day running around where I work you just want to be left alone). He talked about how he was stuck in a "rut" because his mother didn't help him financially and his father was never there.

WHAT THE HELL!

I don't know what pissed me off the most, the annoying way his nostrils flared as he spoke or the annoying whining of a "mother breast suckling" twenty something year-old man! or should I say boy...Ugh! (Which is my way of saying with no words that you disgust me) I don't want to hear this shit about your mom and how much you just can't wait to be free of her. I am sure she feels the same way about you. I don't care that you live with her because of money. Do you not see the big rock on my finger, do I look interested in you...momma's boy!

And I began to wonder that my poor sisters are going to have to pick one of these lousy, no good babies as a husband. Ladies quick advice, the picking is slim, get a good one sink your teeth in and don't let go.

Anyway, why the rant once again...Life goes on wether we want it to or not, so you can either complain, get stuck and wish you had made changes when you are old or move on day by day and try and make an impact.

So I am moving on, stopping this moment my complaints...I will still rant and rave about teeny-boppers and yes I will update you on my life in college and how silly I feel at my age in a school full of "young'ns"but I will not look back fifty years from now and regret a choice or decision I have made

Whether you want it to or not...the beat goes on...