Fitting round pegs in square holes sounds painful doesn’t it…
It can be…
I have been accursed with round pegs in square holes syndrome…
Have had it since….
Well forever…
Some say it’s a blessing…
Usually it is a square hole…saying that...
And mostly I think it is…
But some days it is a tiresome brain drain…
Let me define what I am saying…
Most people relate to likeminded, like-interested people…I know I am chewing up words, but stay with me...
Thinkers like other thinkers…
Talkers like other talkers…
Most friends are of the same race…
See where I am headed…
Well I have always had a tendency to embrace…
The different…{anyone who has read my books are going umm hmm}
I like the sameness also…but the differences will grab me every time…
When I am in the car with my man, we listen to jazz…
With my sons it is usually hip-hop…
My aunt likes the blues...the bluer the better...
However when you get in my car…
You are going to get, Old-School R&B, hip-hop, jazz, gospel-contemporary and traditional….
You might even hear me singing some country, love Garth…then segue over to some
John Lee Hooker or Three Dog Night...
It is just how I roll…
But what gets me sometimes is when…
Try as I might to be encompassing…
Some of those square holes will take me there…
And I find myself asking myself…why can’t I just be a damn…
Jazz lover…
Old School head…
Or aging Hip-hopper…
Middle-aged surburbanite…
Why in the HAIL am I trying so doggone hard…
Then Billy Preston starts singing in my ear…
“That’s the way God planned it, ‘cause that’s the way he wants it to be…”
Okay…..
angelia
