What YOU see...is what YOU get.
there have been times when I have wanted to be the one in the middle of the circle at the club receiving 'oohs' and 'aahs' because of the way that I moved. unfortunately, I was blessed with my mother's rhythm, so instead of 'oohs', they might be 'boos' instead [love you, momma ;) ]. still in all, momma would be bold enough to step out there and get silly. not me. folk are mean.
so mean, that when I see a shirt in a store that I might wanna buy - just because it's something I wouldn't normally wear or don't have in my closet - my mind goes to what people (that i do/don't know) might say or think. sometimes, I'm concerned with the fact that all eyes are on me. "What is he wearing??" "Who does he think he is!" Or I hear my lil sister's 2 cents: "OMG, TJ that shirt is so gay looking." So...I'll put the shirt back on the rack, trying to save myself the pain. folk are mean.
always have been. always will be. so since folk will stay the same, why should I stay the same? the shell around me has been a hindrance for a little bit too long. beyond the thoughts of my Heavenly Father, there is only one opinion (even with everyone around having something to say) that matters most: your own. Just a thought, people always appreciate when you keep it real. deep down inside, you would appreciate it too. do yourself a favor. do you. cuz I'mma do me!
