Why is there so much hate? I am positive that I naturally have no detesting hate for anything at all: food, people, bugs, etc. And I dare say that this is likely true for, with some exceptions, everyone. All the hate that flows through the air of today's society resembles a toxic time-bomb that must be learned before being released.
Yeah, this is not a plot to waste your time. I am referring to possible one of the more vulnerable nights of my life. I impulsively skipped school and drove to a Boosie concert in Monroe, Louisiana. This was not one of my "brightest crayon in the box" moments, but it was an important night for me. We climbed out of the back of a pickup truck like stray cats scattering in an alley. I looked forward into the blinding stage lights to notice hundreds upon hundreds of people getting ready to "do the ratchet." Lacking a flat-bill hat and a whole bunch of swagger, I strayed ahead and was enveloped by the crowd only to realize that I was one of the few melanin challenged individuals in the crowd. I am not going to lie, I was partially intimidated.
Just as I figured it was about time to suave my way to the back of the "hyphy" crowd, the enchanting tones of the one they call Boosie reeled me back. Noticing that the music meant just as much to me as the crowd around me, the hostile environment become shockingly welcoming. This may not have seemed like much to the untrained eye; but, at this moment, I realized that looks do not matter. People respond more to how one handles his/herself. To be sucked in and "jiggy" out in one piece kind of changed my general outlook on "fitting in." If one acts like a boss; others will likely respond to that individual as a boss.
I don't like this post. It started as a hippie cry for peace, tempted me with a badass roadtrip to a Boosie concert, then...turned into a coming of age story? I guess its hard to not be an original boss.
ReplyDeleteThough they seem unrelated at first, I can definitely see why the first paragraph is needed - it kind of embodies the feel that’s put across once you pushed into the crowd at the concert. When the last paragraph gets to its point, I understand what it’s trying to do fairly quickly, and I can see how you went from the first to the second to the third - but the thought process seems slightly fragmented all the same.
ReplyDeleteProofread, he said again (possible one of the more"). I'd cut the first paragraph and get right to Monroe and Bossie. Less pontificating on hatred and more showing us what you mean: Lacking a flat-bill hat and a whole bunch of swagger, I strayed and was enveloped..." Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteDid I say proofread? Write, read, revise, proofread. Then post.