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When enough is enough and the silence is finally silent...what will we do then? When feelings get replaced with all the facts of emotions will we still be around? Screams of hurt in not just the physical form capturing moments of life that shouldn't even be mentioned but yet it is...daily. In such a manner that it is not enough, silent, or felt in any way depicting any emotion. Injuries or as some would say "battle scars" will prevail to let you realize that they were hidden for only a short period of time. Each holding a name or title at which you actually strategically placed upon it to remember why that scar was there.

At what point do you let go of "what it feels like" and just move on? Move on to the reality of just life as it stands. "It is what it is" is my favorite saying because what it is maybe bullshit or a blessing and whatever the event may be both can bring you joy or pain. Was it a divorce? Depending on the person at which filed the paperwork the petitioner (blessing) or the respondent(bullshit) lol! See, like I said...joy or pain. Was it a new position at work? Your co-workers may call it bullshit but to you its a blessing. See the pattern...It all depends on how you feel and how you choose to let it affect you and your life.

When life spins you in a direction that you would rather take the detour is it because you are scared of where it will lead you or are you nervous about whether or not you can handle it or not? I've grown to learn that sometimes it is both. Currently i'm not either of my "spin" in life but I'm sure as hell cautious of the situation. I've been here before and tried to tackle it gracefully but my version of graceful is quite different. I'm not saying that I didn't stub my toe or remember to do the most important of things but I'm saying that I got thru it. With the help of myself and 2 more people (me and I). Why bring the burden down on someone else when you are perfectly capable of maintaining the upkeep of self. C'mon, I still got limbs to fall back on. I do not require my hand to be held at all.

Focus on the unfocusable (hmmm, I think I just made up a word because "unfocused" just looks dumb) who can do that with a million other things going on right now. I really had to giggle to myself and hopefully my mom doesn't read this (but I know she may and ....i'm sorry) but I'd like to think that i'm "unfuckable". Yes you read it right! Un-fuck-able...and I'm not talking about sex in anyway. I'm talking about the fact that I believe that nothing will fuck with me in a way that it will determine the outcome of my life. Only I can do that! Let's go to the Urban Dictionary ya'll (cuz I'm sure Webster's is not gonna support my theory)... UNFUCKABLE: Something that is so amazing, so perfect, so awesome that you just can't fuck with it. Nothing in the world beats it, it's the best of its class (i.e. Unfuckable). Yep, that's me.

LHM, why did I dabble in the Urban Dictionary too damn long and find: LAMC (lyin ass mutha f'n Coefficient...WOW! I know one of them...maybe 5 of 'em. The actual value of the LAMC fluctuates depending on the relative purity of the LAMC in question and must be adjusted accordingly. A LAMC of .8 or .9 is only appropriate for a "part-time" or "fly-by-night" LAMC, while a true, pathological LAMC often necessitates a .1 or even a 0.5 lol!

Okay, well it was bout time that I posted something in preparation to the "real" post that hopefully will be published sometime this weekend (gotta lot of research to do but I promise it will be worth the wait).