Image from “Once Upon a Used to Be Love Story” Mixed Media. Copyright 2013. Totsymae
By nature, I’m an idealist but I’m not far from reality either. I know healthy thinking is about being positive and whatnot. I know a lotta things and hope for a lot but reality sets in too. Life is a beautiful and ugly thing and I don’t care how positive folk are, that’s just a simple fact. It’s documented in the history books and we’re constantly making history. Good and bad. Case in point:
It’s a beautiful thing when you’ve got it going on. You know, you’re walking down the street with your girlfriends, boyfriends or what have you and all of a sudden, some dumb ass purposely drops a brick from a third floor window and knocks you the hell out. When you come to, you can’t remember anything, anybody or your own name. Two years down the road, you’re still fuzzy as shit and folk who knew and loved you best are real sick of you about now and saying behind your back “Such and Such know damn well she remembers us and I’m sick of her shit.” Hey, that’s the way life goes sometimes.
What makes matters worse, the dumb ass that dropped the brick is still out there dropping bricks. The police hasn’t been able to hunt him down. He becomes famously known as Mr Bricker on the world wide news ’cause this knucklehead’s gone international with his brick dropping ass. Now, why they call the brick dropper a Mister is what men folk around the bar and bowling alley wanna know but that don’t matter too much to my story here. I had to throw that in ’cause there’s always side talk at the barber and beauty shop.
Anyhow, some folk die beautiful and sadly, some die ugly. There’s hope if you want it but only if you really want and work toward what you’re hoping for. Quite often, I’ve had the notion to wanna take the backside of my hand and land it on somebody’s mouth and I hoped real hard I didn’t so it didn’t happen. I’ve also bit my tongue from telling folk off ’cause although I speak on the rough side, I wouldn’t want folk to say the shit that goes on in my head to me. Plus, some of what I think is for my own entertainment only.
It’s a real shame that folk die ugly. And a pity that beautiful folk die at all. I said all that to say not a whole lot, I reckon. Folk are gonna be whoever and however they are no matter what, which says a lot and nothing at all, if that makes any sense.
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Wow, girlfriend, that was deep… and very well written!
Thanks, Kdaddy. Just rattling off again.
I have a headache now. Thank you so much.
I wanna say you’re welcome but it may be a set up.
Good thinking.
I have to let go of people who give me fits. I can’t deal with them so I dont’. Life is too damn short, Totsy!
I do too. I was mostly thinking of these folk who make the news hurting folk with senseless acts but I didn’t make my way around to that too clearly, I suppose. Trying to keep it short, you know. But yeah, I don’t do time with folk who give me fits either.
It’s true sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s ugly but I guess it all depends on what you do with it. I mean your friends are going to get sick of you faster if you’re whining about it all the time, right?
Yep. The glass is half full and empty.
Well said!
Thanks, Aurora.
So you’re not TotsyMae you’re really Queen Latiffe .. right
Oh and I hope your head gets better soon
and I love the painting
I don’t understand. Why Queen Latiffe? And thank you. My head’s feeling fine. My back was hurting the other day but that’s all better now.
This is true, it is also true sometimes we think things we should not say and we allow these things to rattle in our heads for our entertainment. I suspect this is because if we said them aloud Mr Bricker truly would drop that brick on our head.
Totsy I suspect when you die, some day far in the future you will do so Beautiful.
I sure hope I’m beautiful. And ’cause I have a tendency to be be slightly vane, I hope it’s on the outside too.
Nice painting…2013…you’ve been busy.
Yes, I have been. 2012 was a slow year for me but I managed to crank out a few pieces in the end.
I know, sometimes I hear/read something about some crazed, disturbed, depressed (insert other here) person, who goes around and “drops bricks”, planting their bad deeds on random people (or even people they know, especially, little children) b/c they are miserable and want to take people down to misery grave with them. And then their acts are publicized, movies are made about them, books are written, and life goes on, as if this is normal. Well in a world full of crazy, maybe it is. But all that to say, your post really had me thinking.
You’ve summed it up well. And it’s a real shame folk get so absorbed in their depression, craziness or what have you and take it out on the world. It’s most disturbing to me that it happens to our most vulnerable; young and elderly folk. It’s utter madness.
I LOVE the painting above, Tots! WOW! Xxx & I love your ranting, too.
Thanks, Kim. When I finished that painting, I thought it to be a little weird. That woman with her yapping mouth and socks. Glad you like it.
“It’s a real shame that folk die ugly. And a pity that beautiful folk die at all.” I love your style, tone, and voice!
Thank you, Shawn. Every now and then, I say something to ponder. Otherwise, I’m running this blog by the seat of my pants.
Totsy, beautiful work. Provocative post. Thanks for never being afraid to push the envelope. Well done!
Thanks, Monica.
To me, that woman is sitting on the loo…wearing a see-through top. Totally exposed, I decided she’s saying, “Just a little privacy! Is that too much to ask?!”
The overstuffed chair next to the toilet? Divine display of dysfunction.
I had a Mr Brick conversation 10 minutes ago, Tots. Right now I am all puffed about a friend putting herself in an unsafe place without one boundary having been set. Plus thinking she has to put up with insanity that another person brought into her home! Nope… We work hard to be beautiful, not to die beautiful.
Well, he’s her husband, so he’s seen it all before. Not that he’s all that interested anymore.
Well, don’t be puffed Soul. I mean, she’s gotta care more than you. Women are emotional creatures. Most have to learn to set boundaries and that lesson has to be taught over and over again in some cases.
I do believe if we are beautiful in this life, death will be also considering what we’ve left behind.
Don’t have much to add that others haven’t already said. Well, maybe this…your observation about Mr. Brick. The media does lend fame to criminals while victims are nameless, invisible and forgettable. That’s just wrong.
Yes, it is wrong. So very…
Girl, I’m still learning to balance the ugly and the beautiful. I want it all to be beautiful but I’ve come to realize that there can’t be one without the other; that one’s necessary for us to appreciate the other.
Flipping channels and found a Stevie Wonder concert on TCM — “Live at Last” in London in ’02 and he’s singing All I Do. Beautiful. Talented. Heck, everything about Stevie is. Would love to see him in concert again. Another late night, the concert doesn’t end until 1 a.m.
Well, it really is about the 10% you can’t control and 90% you can in how you handle what happens. Heard that on from a televangelist this morning. Yep. This ugply things in life do teach us how to be beuatiful. Stevie’s the best. I had a friend who didn’t like his music and saw her in a different light when she revealed that.
Once again you amaze me … as I read through your post wondering where the heck you are going with it and end up in a place that is really quite remarkable. *scratching head* – how do you do it?
You give me too much credit but thanks. Just a whole buncha thoughts floating in my head is all I can say.