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I just want to thank Georgia for allowing me to experience another January snow flurry rush that again turned the Atlanta area into a ghost apocalyptic -Jesus is coming town for about two days. This event has made Georgia an over night reality star. It all began Tuesday after 10 am , cute white dainty flurries started to dance around the area. LA-La-LA!, The cute little flurries were still flurrying ( if that’s a word ) around noon, so I took Frenchy, my pup, for a walk. I figured this should be interesting. Again this is my second snow experience in Atlanta , I knew it would not disappoint. I live near a popular mall in north Atlanta, literally ten minute walk; as I reach outside my subdivision , I hear horns, I then see cars bumper to bumper. I walk some more since Frenchy is a great lover of snow and cold weather frolicking along while I watch people honk to move although, no one can move since it’s bumper to bumper traffic. I witness two fender benders walking and heard one a distance away. I finished my little discovery walk around 1:30 pm, the flurries were still flurrying ( i like this word :)). The snow kept falling until late evening. I turned on the t.v. to watch, I really didn’t think it would have turned out the way it did-Really I didn’t.
This is what happen , Atlanta was given a warning for a few days the warning was confirmed 3 am Tuesday morning by the Weather Channel, which is located….in Atlanta. For some reason, schools were still functioning, people went to work , little was said. I must say I know there are some parents that had no choice , however for those of you who could have …WHY SEND YOUR KID TO SCHOOL?? countless little people had to spend Tuesday night and some /most of Wednesday stuck at school. Every employer did a sudden massive evacuation thus resulting in people on the road since 2 in the afternoon spending the night in their cars, abandoning their cars, walking to shelter. It was The Road come to life!.The roads were not pre-treated. The salt truck couldn’t really get in since the massive traffic jam, also they had sent the salt trucks further south of Atlanta to other cities they believed would be in worse shape. This was an epic fail just Epic. EPic. EPIc. EPIC…FAIL.
The results: AL Roker had to tell off the state of Georgia because they claim this came as a surprise. Governor Deal and Mayor Reed denied knowing then said they trusted local meteorologist over national, which makes no sense since the local -Weather Channel is located where again..in ATLANTA. Children and Teachers ended up having a sleep over at school. People spent 24 plus hours in their car, hopefully no one had to do a number two. People abandon their vehicles all over the perimeter. Major retailers Whole Foods , Home Depot and Target let people sleep over. Over a thousand accidents. People who could, let strangers spend the night ( this is southern hospitality). The National Guard came . A baby was born on the highway-Hello Gracie, Welcome to the “A” .
All this due to roughly two inches of snow.
In conclusion..I have none .
I am frustrated to see everyone ( I think) in a relationship and I always the sad puppy in the rain watching and hoping. UUUUGGHH! Maybe it is who I am around , or my standards, or my lack of knowledge about dating but everyone appears to have someone accept me. The closest to a relationship I have is with a guy across the Atlantic , who has a great admiration for Facebook’s soft porn with little Asian girls. *Fellas do not hit the like button because , Zuckerberg made a window where anyone can see everything you fancy on Facebook. And why do soft porn on Facebook, don’t give it away for “likes”, “selfies” and “shares”. I am sure there is money it it but seriously FB, go harder than that ladies.
SO I am borderline frustrated with the complex situation of being single, which is freeing. I have been able to commit all kinds of ridiculous adventures and only had to answer myself. I have no conscious about my exploits , I am out and about. Then there is a time when I am out and about and I want a hand to hold, a kiss to give. This turns my day from sunshine and rainbows to cloudy. It can happen any moment. Then I go on this teeter totter of single , finding a man or him finding me or how ever it works.
I don not know if it is all in my head but some friends have alienated me, since I am now a third wheel for a couple years now. I am running around like a five year old that ate a half a bag of sugar, to the point I forgot or I never learned the rules ( if any) of dating. Everything is so digital, overly forward and absolute timid in my world of dating. I meet a guy he is not into me or I am not into him or I just find him gorgeous until he speaks or he is just looking at my boobs or I realize I have no clue what to talk about when I get too nerdy or he is still looking at my boobs, or I wondering why he doesn’t eat vegetable;, how is potato chips his only “vegetable”? or I just stop trying.
This is how I end 2013; half crazy. Happy New Years!!
I have a new toy and it’s beautiful! I am going old school for the new year, actually starting today. I will be using a film camera, which is already complicated since film is not popular, I am not sure how to use this camera yet and I need a darkroom. The darkroom is not a necessity, yet what is the point of having such a beautiful camera and not developing the film myself. Also, I love thrift stores, not for the clothes, although they do have an okay selection in Atlanta. I love thrift for books, lockets and now cameras.
I am a dreamer. I can tell you almost every dream I had since I was dainty little tomboy with wild hair destroying almost every dress my mother put on me. I find dreams to be mysterious and an adventure. I have always enjoyed listening to the adults talk about their dreams and how it relates to an island superstition. I love these stories or as scholars call them “folklore”.
I miss telling my grannies and my great aunts my dreams ( God rest their 4’5 in souls). When you told them your dream , you had to give detail , nothing could be left out. Then the memories of interpretation would happen, pulling out a old Bible with shaky cursive writing, a note would be made in the front , back,side page or something would be referenced and poof a meaning. My ancestors were great interpreters, I find myself missing the stories from my youth. While many kids were read Cinderella , I had tales of mermaids, spirits and what the beating of a tamarind drum could do. There was no censorship in my house. God, the Devil and all in between was told. At times I was fearful yet , I stayed up most nights to hear.
Now, I have been dreaming in a vivid way. My dreams have felt fast forward, as if I am peeking into my future with a slight blur. I can see yet I cannot see, it is frustrating. In the past this has happen to me. It feels like deja vu, when the day dreamed happens I literary stop what I am doing, it is an eerie feeling.
I need a dream interpreter. Since I live in the good ol’South, my chances are very slim on finding a person to swap tales with. I tell my mom , but she knows as much as I do. I tried to Google dream interpretations online, they all read too new age for me; which I find utterly wrong ( by Caribbean standards). The true test for me regarding a good interpretation is a death and a marriage. A death means a marriage or a new beginning and a marriage means a death or and end. Should these two mean something totally different I cannot follow it. I am brainwashed and it’s unwashable. Since many of my “grans” have passed on the meanings of my dreams go untold, and left to my acculturated logic.
So I just dream and wonder.
The best way to spend a rainy, chilly Saturday in Georgia. Throwing tomatoes at total strangers and friends, who have had a lot of beer before noon. Atlanta had running with the Bulls and Tomato Royalb food fight, it was good. First, for all the PETA people, it was not like Spain. The bulls rain for a max of six minutes with cowboys. The people that participated, really shouldn’t have because it was like being at a cowboy show in the corral. There was nothing going on. It made little sense. The animals were completely safe.
The tomato royale, was kind of dangerous; I got hit! And it hurt. They had some green tomatoes in the bunch. Otherwise, it was a blast. I fell on people, was covered with tomato juices and had an orgy of a good time.
This world, this life, it scares me. The capacity of what the human mind can fathom , inspire , destroy and create a constant roller coaster ride with hidden doors, clear windows and shadowy nights. The beauty that has developed naturally in this world is slowly fading away as the population increases. I am privileged; I have a life of lazy security. I am a sarcastic ass of sorts yet somehow at the same time highly introverted. I am gentle, I cry over everything that is emotionally moving to me ,passive even. Somehow I lost my way.
I am not truly happy with what I am doing in life. I come from a tiny world barely a spec on the map. A country of third world standards then I was raised in this big world of advancement, modern, credit cards that I use to buy things I barley use and reality t.v (which I do find appalling) and along the way I lost what really mattered to me. I forgot what I dreamed about when I was little. I had such a plan for myself and although , I am doing some descent things I am not on the right path. This is what happens when I meet some also from a third world country, who has endured a fate unimaginable in my life span. Who’s story stirs my core, awakens my soul and I feel shame. Every time I meet someone who has overcome a major feat that truly put them at deaths’ table. I feel as if I should be more because my path was easier than theirs. What happen? Each encounter veers me more and more back onto the path of little me , with big dreams.
I forgot how special every day is , even the mundane 9-5 ones. How to enjoy the moon and stars at night when I can see them. Sunsets and sunrises, cooking new dishes for the first time and burning some of them. I have become a drone of life. I don’t want to be this way. So I am taking risk. As the US is going through a crisis I am going to quit my job. It is okay work, provides yet I have reached a place where I can close my eyes and zombie through my routine. I am scared. I am scared of being always on repeat and never on play. I am scared and excited of not knowing what I will do next. I am scared because it’s natural. This is good because the fear motivates me for what ? only tomorrow knows
Fear makes Us feel our humanity Benjamin Disraeli
I am not sure where I belong. I fit slightly yet I am still out of the realm. I live in the United States, where I am reminded through my cultural ways I am still an outsider with papers. I have even a worst time living in the south , where I some how stand out even more. I know it is natural to be different , just how different am I?
I recently went home to celebrate my grandfather’s 90th birthday. He is such an inspiration, he keeps a positive attitude while he takes care of our half land, the house, calls all of us all on his cell phone, and travels all the while missing my grandmother who passed away ten years ago. I miss him so when I am away yet he can smother you when close by and I love him. I was talking to him about belonging because when I go home I am ostracized a bit since I live in the United States. My culture is blended and somehow it’s not enough. I am either too much of the other never seen as neutral.
Leaving Jamaica was never my choice, I was a child. I never understood how important a visa could be until now, when I see what I am able to do compared to many of my cousins back home. At times, I felt like I had to be uber-Jamaican just to reassure myself I am , what I am . Whenever I am back home I hear comments in side conversations that jab at my American life, while in the states I feel like I have to represent just to preserve my culture.
In a way, this is why I find cultures fascinating. I am a anthropologist without a degree, I like learning about different people , how they live , what life is like , and pick up a bit of the language. My Papa, he told me all I can do is live my life and love people. Simple. I can do this. I struggle with this because I somehow want to fit . Where? I have no clue . I just want to fit and not be always a foreigner.