Ah h*ll yes, that is my jahjam-Finesse. After all what's not to like about the diminutive (5'5") poppin' fresh sound of Peter Gene Hernandez's (stage name Bruno Mars) R & B and New Jack Swing style?
But now hold up, wait a minute. What's really being said here? Dripping in finesse? See, it's one thing to get your swerve on, so to speak, feeling dapper 'cause you're proud and know that you are attracting attention. I encourage this. That kind of glow, if only for a few moments, is therapeutic. We all could benefit from therapy, medicine that has no side effects, no known toxicities!
However, in perhaps a pernicious way, it's possible to overdo(se) on dripping in finesse by forgetting humility, and the dangers of excess.
Earlier this evening I needed a therapy session (driving with camera and no particular destination in mind all-ways provides a comfort and relief that no antidepressant (tricyclic, SSRI, or atypical) could ever provide!) And as it would be, I wound up at an outlet shopping center in Lancaster (PA), not far from my home of over 20 years ago. I was prepared for a dose of warm lights and cool displays that a vibrant shopping center gives. But at 6:30 PM, I was alarmed to find a total of only 2 cars in the massive parking lot. What the farfegnugen is going on, I thought...?
The winter hours edict is a clear indication that sales are down. Just a few years ago when I lived in the area, there was a vibrancy that clearly is no longer present. What happened? Did expansion supersede the actual growth or did this type of shopping start trending downward? Perhaps there was a dripping in finesse that got out of hand to only later crash and burn?
Although shopping isn't an option right now, I just wanted to hang out and capture the rhythm of the night. But, instead I had to consider returning back to my current ground zero to perhaps catch the evening news where I could have confirmed the current administration's quest to break SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program) into government selected and determined "Harvest Box" rations. For a moment, though, I was fully expecting the hit-lerds on 1600 to cut their own excesses first-in a sort of united effort to cut costs. I mean are people already marginalized by poverty and racism, now supposed to sustain another blow meted out by the very ones that created the inequity in the first place?
See, that's just the thing. Until we are able to make connections (hint: everything is connected to something else) that allow us to anticipate how the (current) administration will try to further marginalize the already marginalized, the majority of us will always be chasing a long branch by its dying leaves. Preaching and telling folks what to do is not my style, so, you will rarely-if ever, hear or read of me saying, you must do this or that. My role, rather, is to pump up your abilities to think for yourselves and be able to connect information... that's where wellness and health reside.
However, I will write this-be careful drippin' in all that finesse, because somebody's going to have to mop that up when it oozes out onto the floor. Imagine falling down in finesse! In my Tamar Braxton voice-Getcha life.
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