My So Called Gay Black Southern Life

Ok, so I am crazy and need some serious therapy. All of my friends will tell you that but now I really realize it myself. It’s all about patterns, ya know? Everyone has a certain pattern they follow in life. It helps them cope, gives them an agenda to follow, it makes them feel comfortable. I don’t know why I am so hung up on this boy that I can’t think straight. It’s part of the way that I deal with and process men. I meet them and if I find some good quality, I obsess on it and immediately skip the whole “get-t-know-you thing and go straight for the sex then I am hooked and it never works out because who really ends up with someone that was first introduced as a sex partner? It just doesn’t work that way, at least not that I have seen. So for the last few days I have consulted friend after friend, tarot cards and even signed up to a daily horoscope reading to get insight into how this guy feels about me. I know what you’re saying, “How the HELL can a computer generated set of cards tell you what you need to know”. Trust me, I tell myself that too and in my right mind I know but I keep doing it, waiting to see “YES HE WANTS TO BE WITH YOU”. Not gonna happen. So now is the time that I do what an old good friend said years back. “Pick your face up and walk away”. So, I am now bending over and picking up my pretty little face and walking..far, far away. Well, to the gym at least for now then maybe work, but you get what I’m saying. I am just going to look at this thing with the eyes of friendship and try to let things run its natural course. Hey, that’s something my all knowing best friend Shannon told me about this anyways. Just throw it in the air and let the Fates deal with it. So, with my face securely in my hand, I am packing my gym bag and going to work out! Hmm, oddly I feel better.