I have so many tabs open that it is a wonder my computer continues to perform at all. The cluttered desk has been swapped for the cluttered homescreen and, by extension, the disjointed panoply of windows ranging from subjects as benign as MLA format to deep research on 538.com. All of this, referentially, offers a clearer understanding of my confused consciousness. I learn more about myself as I learn about the way I do things and learn about the people around me. It turns out that I was just raised different. Part of that is a response to my mother’s conditioning, the location of upbringing, and the friends that skidded across my life. Part of that is just genetics. I am who I am and, as I first noticed in college, I’m different.
Not all of that difference is good. I can be a complete mess at times. I can also get stuff done. As I age up I tend to lean more towards mess and the memory of getting stuff done. Just recently I was chided for bringing up the effort I put in back in College. That was at least two decades ago. To quote Eddie Murphy (quoting Paula Abdul) ‘What have you done for me lately’
While I’m mind cloud hopping towards Eddie, I found myself watching his ‘Party all the time’ video with my kids on the way out of a movie this weekend and, well, they were straight up mesmerized and confused. Eddie and by extension Jamie Foxx represent a bygone era of performers I hope to see come round again.
Well, now I am just babbling. What is a reflection but a babble based on the day (and by extension life) you’ve experienced thus far. In fact, what is literature but more of such? Okay… maybe that last part was too far.