“What’s on your mind today, James?” I hear that question a lot these days, and to be honest, I never really have a definite answer for people when they ask me that. That’s almost like asking someone, “Hey, what millisecond is it right now?” Things are always changing, and my mind is no different. I’m always thinking about something, some little mundane detail or quirk, regardless if I notice it or not is irrelevant. Why did I start this off in this way? You’ll find out shortly. Over the past few weeks, in addition to today, I have been tossing around some things in my head. Some good. Some bad. Some indifferent. Let’s just get into it, shall we?



I have friends who I legitimately care about. Some I’ve known longer than others, but at the end of the day, I care for you like a brother or a sister. I am not going to mention names, since some of those people may, or may not, be reading this right now. What is my definition of friendship? It’s ironic, my mother asked me this question last night at dinner, and I told her the same thing I am about to tell you all. Friendship is a relationship in which one spends time with another while they have the time to spend with one another. That was a mouthful, right? Let me break it down further. We all have a limited time on this Earth, and not everyone has the same length of time as others. If you have friends, I’m talking real, legitimate, honest friends, spend time with them. No one is guaranteed tomorrow, and I think a lot of people take that for granted. I never did, but I know some people that are right now. Again, I’m not naming names. I love my friends. I’ve said to them over the telephone, I’ve said this to their faces. When I use the phrase ‘I love you’, you can bet your *** I mean it. I don’t say it in a way these kids today say it. No. I legitimately mean what I say. I have my brothers, and I have my sisters. I cherish them, even though we may not speak with one another all the time. My main gripe about friendship is when people take the friendships for granted. Allow me to give you an example.



Let’s say, hypothetically, you get a call or a text from one of your friends. You want to hang out, have a good time (Whatever that might mean), have some laughs, whatever. You go meet up at their home, or at a public place, and you commence to have a ball. Fun, right? But what happens when that fun gets stretched to the point of borderline snapping in two? What do I mean by that? Outside things get in the way of one’s life, and I truly get that. I do. It’s happened to me countless times. However, I never forgot that I had friends. I never forgot that I had people in my life, outside of blood family, that I love, respect and would do anything for. A simple five minute phone conversation can do wonders for a person. If you don’t know what I am talking about, try calling a person, as opposed to texting them for a change. You’ll definitely see, and feel, the difference. However, I am digressing to some degree, so I will continue on. Work, girlfriends, boyfriends, school, bills, etc. These are the key things in causing some ‘distance’ between friends. Some see it, while others don’t. This causes some friction amongst some groups of friends, but if one sees it before it gets too bad, then those individuals are applauded for trying to make time for those who care about them. If you get into a bind, and you truly need a friend to help you cope, or just to listen to their voice of reassurance, and they blow you off for their girlfriend/boyfriend, a new video game, or for a potential date with the hot redhead at the corner grocery, wouldn’t that piss you off a little bit? Wouldn’t that make you look at that person in a different light, so to speak? Has this occurred in my life before? Yes. Do I hate or despise those people who chose to abuse the relationship we built upon? I’m not going to lie: I used to. However, I grew up quite quickly. My whole thing is as follows: I was doing great before I met you, and I’ll continue to do great without you. As harsh as that might sound, and as much as it might hurt at some point, it’s the dead honest truth. Take it for what you will. Or don’t. It’s not an issue to me. Chances are you probably won’t even comprehend it, let alone grasp the concept of such. We’ll still be ‘friends’, right?



I am an intellectual. I crave intellect like one craves sex, drugs or any other vice. It’s a turn on for me, if you will. If someone of the opposite sex can sit down with me, have an actual conversation (None of that ‘LOLOMGWTF’ ****) and provide proof for her stance, then I’ll pretty much get my fix. Regardless of who’s ‘right or wrong’ in the topic at hand is seriously irrelevant. It’s about feeding one’s mind based on the mind of another. I want that more than anything, and I seriously can’t find that with women around here. And before I continue, yes, there is a difference between girls and women. If you need to ask me what it is, you should seriously kick your own ***. Anyway, like I was saying, that is a major turn on for me. If you can get what I am saying, without having to ‘pretend’ that you do, you’re pretty much spot on with me. If you can make me laugh, it’s a huge bonus. If you enjoy spontaneity, that, too, is a huge bonus. If you have those moments where you just want to sit back, relax and play some games, I’m okay with that. However, don’t be simpleminded. I’m not saying be well immersed in every aspect of life as we know it. That’s overkill, and quite frankly it’ll make your head explode from the inside out. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. Just be able to hold a conversation, you know? For once in my dating life, I would love to be able to hold a two hour conversation, nonstop mind you, with someone, as opposed to having a brief encounter with someone who can’t hold any form of logic. That truly bothers me. Maybe I’m being picky. We all are picky. We all have standards, if you will. Me? I just want my fix. Maybe this is why I truly am okay with being single. Yes. I am okay with being on my own. Unlike most people who cry, *****, moan and borderline maim themselves, I am alright with waking up alone, going to bed alone and enjoying a night alone. It’s peaceful. Do I miss the company? Sometimes. It’s normal to do so. However, it’s not going to make me want to ‘end it all’ because I don’t have anyone to share the night with. I’m not that cynical.



I think that’s enough rage for one day. I’m fairly sure I’ll have something more uplifting and jovial to post at some point down the road, but, hey, you never know with me. Whatever pops into my head, you know? If it’s worth writing about, I’ll do it. No questions asked. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some other matters to attend to. Much love to you all. Take it easy.

Morning (((juice)))..

Once again,enjoyed the read..Thank you for sharing your thoughts..they are ..spot on.

Good evening, 2Kids!

Thanks for the feedback!

exactly what kind of juice is in that box?? :)~ for a minute, well, a bunch of minutes actually, you allowed us to step inside your head. i
enjoyed reading that and can honestly say, i totally relate. welcome done!

Whatever juice you want it to be lol. Thank you for the positive response!