I try to keep things in perspective. I really do. I’m a laid back kinda person but today, folks, I wore myself some skinny jeans for the first time. Awhile back, Little Totsy tried to get me to buy some but I wouldn’t. I thought those things were for real young folk. However, it hadn’t escaped me that everybody who wore skinny jeans shouldn’t have been wearing them but of course, that’s my opinion. I’m just sayin’.
Well, I worked those jeans pretty good, folks. I didn’t know I had it in me. Correction: I didn’t know I still had it in me. And I’m gonna be real honest with you. I thought I looked so good, I could hardly sit my ass down. I kept finding places to walk to so folk could see me. To the restroom. To this office and that one. To grab a bite to eat. To this and that building. If someone wanted me to go somewhere with them, I’d hop up like a jack-in-the-box, ready to go show off again. It’s a wonder I didn’t trip and fall somewhere. You know how shit happens, right?
Not only was I walking everywhere I could think, I was thinking about myself a lot too. You ever do that? You know, it was nothing deep of course. Just vain shit ’cause I was full of vanity today, right? I even got to thinking when I went outside wearing my abaya, ‘It’s too damn bad I gotta wear this thing so nobody else will enjoy me in my skinny jeans.’ I was truly trippin’, right? I told folk today, “I look so good today, I won’t be going straight to the compound,” as if I had car keys to go somewhere different, knowing damn well that’s the exact place the bus would be headed. That’s where it’s always headed.
On the bus this morning, I told my manager, “Just so you know, on the last day here (since we’re moving), I’m going to the corner store without my abaya.” I may get me another pair of skinny jeans for that occasion with a pair of stilettos and send a shout out to Linda before I get hauled off to the big house.