
As I was sitting in the diner booth, awaiting my food, I looked over to Fuzzy to find him on the phone. My best friend Omar is sitting across from me telling me one of his wonderful stories about life, boys, and the pursuit of homosexual happiness. As interesting as all that is, my mind drifted as I tried and eavesdrop on his phone conversation.
He hangs up and says, "He slept late, but he is still coming, so we just have to call him when we are done."
There was only one word floating from the bottom of my stomach, rising up past my lungs, shooting from my throat, and out my mouth and pass my lips...
WHATEVER.
Did I really say that? Was the happy go lucky, 5' 6", sexy chocolate of a man that we call a QT, really uttering such non-chalent words that border-lined pure explosive shadiness? As I said it, I was taken a back for a second. Was I on the verge of being a big ol' meany, or a bitter black homo, or worse yet, a honest and blunt JAY? I had to admit, I really didn't care, but I always care. I'm like a Care Bear with a rainbow on my tummy. But I was over that rainbow to...
And so I ask YOU... Does being OVER IT make me Shady?
Earlier that week, I had an idea of coming up with a trip to "broaden my horizons." For the past couple of months it just seemed like there was one party after another. Everyone had a birthday, and everyone wanted to celebrate... at my house. Everyone knows that I love inviting people over, and the sexual antics are always good cheery fun, but it was becoming repetitive, and while it may be fun for everyone to enjoy my humble abode, I live here 24/7.
I. Need. To. Get. Out!
The world is such a big place, and New York City is my backyard. Why not take a trip to the Statue of Liberty, or Sony Wonder in Midtown, or even catch a movie in Times Square, just as long as I was out and about and having fun. So I sent out the text, then the replies came in...
I'm Busy.
I have to work.
Not my thing.
No Money.
Fuck You Homo, I have better things to do.
Well Ok then, I mean cultural events are not everyone's thing, and I understand that because if anything, Shawn has always been an understanding person. Yet, Shawn has always been one who has feelings. I'm human, it happens. While I have learned to ease up on the emotional outbursts, I have learned that things are the way they are, the way they are. Besides, it wasn't a big bust, I did have some people say that were coming, so there!
{sticks out tongue}
The next morning, I was up pretty early, and wanted to head out, you know, get a jump start on a gorgeous day! Then it happened. Everyone was late, people all the sudden had things to do, and no one wanted to pick up there phone. Seemed like my plans just wasn't going right!
I could have easily just been mad, sulk, cuss people out, or cancel the plans all together. I didn't. Actually, I wasn't even mad. Why? Because if there is one gift the universe has taught me over my 28 years on this earth is, People are who they are.
WHATEVER.
It's a beautiful word I tell you. It can uplifting and positive, like "You can have whatever you like!" or it can be dismissive and or suggest unimportance, like, "Bitch, whatever!" So as the day progressed, and situations wasn't going as planned, I said, WHATEVER, and kept it moving.... Moving to new possibilities of positivity! Sure I was disappointed, because I LOVE my friends. I LOVE new experiences. But everything isn't always going to go right in your life, and everything is not about YOU. Or me for that matter.
The longest lesson learned. Next time, I will do WHATEVER I want to do, and if know one wants to hang, its WHATEVER. I got OVER it, but there's no SHADE. The Sun will come out tommorrow...
