Go Hard, Or Not At All!!!

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Originally, I was going to post about why Ross and Rachel would have never ended up together. Not as friends, frociates, or lovers! Maybe you’ll see it Wednesday. But after re-reading it, I decided that how I’m feeling now is much more important and I’d feel better if I could just get this off my chest…So here goes…

Sometimes I get ahold to a goal or idea and can only focus on that. As I’m super focused, I let other things go. This is what I’d been doing lately. I can openly admit, I am obsessed with this Boot Camp. I’m already considering doing it a second month. And I’ve even got my co-worker looking into a kick-boxing class held around my way. My plan is to not join a gym per se but to take a never ending string of classes. This way I avoid the boredom that I’ve been running from since I was about 5.

But back to my general obsessive nature. A few months ago, during my dammit-will-it-ever-end commute to work, I heard the first quarter of a song. This was such a horrific musical display that I vowed I’d never hear it in its entirety nor would I ever lay eyes on the video. Days, weeks, and months went by. Sure people talked about this song and the dance that was associated. People even made reference to it in their blogs. And by people, I really mean Beloved. But I remained steadfast in my avoidence and general disdain. I poured all of my disapproval onto that Laffy-Taffy song.

Then this past week it happened. I was chillin’. A song was on and I caught myself not only swaying my hips in some rythmatic form (I refuse to admit to dancing to it.) but singing the words. A song I’d also vowed to hate. A song that never got to officially be hated and mocked for it’s absolute obsurdity because I was too busy hating both the Laffy and the Taffy. Y’all, I absolutely love-Love-LOVE that Grillz song.

I am so ashamed. Listening to, dancing to, and singing along with any portion of that songs goes against much of what I stand for. I am against the upliftment of ghetto greatness. I’m anti-teaching the kids that grillz are important! I’m anti-Nelly in a shirt. Which, by the way, I think someone must have told him that his wearing a shirt all willy-nilly was an absolute waste of all his rock hard aboliciousness!! I don’t want our little gilrs thinking the only men worth consideration are those with a mouth full of diamond encrusted teeth.

I spent way too much time investing and perfecting my hate for Laffy Taffy and left myself completely open to the distructive force that is Nelly and his overly merry band of bling-mouth hooligans! This, party-goers, is a reflection of my life. I have difficulty in spreading myself evenly across areas if I allow myself to obsess over a specific thing!! I think my issue stems from boredom. I get so excited about one thing that the other things lose their shine! They say knowing a problem exists is the first step. But for the life of me, and all that fancy education, I can’t figure out the second step. Anyone else have this problem?