Random Screenshot: Hole in the kinté calendar…
First of all, let me say that I am surprised that over 200 folks are still enrolled in the kinté space Yahoo! Group. The Yahoo! system kicks out stale or inactive addresses and a few years ago I was losing addresses left and right—so I just thought I would ride this thing into the ground. Either Yahoo! has turned off its quality control system or there are actually about 235 people out there eagerly awaiting to use that Inbox rule that deletes the next… just kidding…
So today’s ‘random’ screenshot shows the deliveries of messages from the kinté space Yahoo! Group in calendar form. You can see that the pace picks up around 2006—but notice (and the arrow I’ve added should help) what happens in month 11 of 2006. No message. That ‘hole’ in 2006 represents the car accident I had at the end of the year—that forced me to buy a new frickin car! The accident was not serious for humans but the 1999 Saturn I was driving got its engine knocked off the mount.
It was a young sister in her car arguing with her “boyfriend”—I was making that fateful left turn in order to pick up the mother of my third child. I was blindly following a disorganized schedule not of my making (and when I mean disorganized—I literally mean at times travelling in two directions, 180 degrees apart… I think it is sexist to say that “all women” don’t have an instinct for spatial relationships and, anyway, I’m the one who followed along with the sad, punk-ass hope that this storm of confusion would blow over… and, by the way, the confusion still goes on whether I’m present or not… and, of course ladies, one man’s confusion is another woman’s sense of freedom…) well… to avoid talking more shit about people, let’s just say that I know people can have ‘synergistic’ relationships. I’ve experienced them (with women by the way—which is why I am so deeply disappointed when I find myself in the presence of incompetent women).
Haven’t you worked with someone who has a ‘protective’ effect? When such a person sends you into the fray, the way it is done has ‘accidental’ constructive effects. Maybe I’m not explaining this well… let’s try the flip side: have you ever worked with someone who has Murphy’s Law turned up to 11? They are not trying to f’ your life up—but they seem to have supernatural ‘powers’ (not under their control) that just *f’*s a significant amount up? By the way, my guess is that the voodoo cure for this condition is to be willing to talk about these incidents—but, when the person consistently having the incidents is unwilling to acknowledge the existence of these events (out of a very typical American fear of making oneself vulnerable to the psychological abuse of childish ridicule), nothing can be done—except leave them alone (‘alone’ is not the right word—these people usually completely replace all of their day-to-day friends every few years and they keep a standoffish set of “friends” upwards of decades as some kind of “proof” any allegations like mine are wrong).
You can’t really blame a ‘villain’ here… it just is what it is… the arrow points there… take measure and verify… J’ah jireh…