When I was 4, I was scared to death of the “Candyman,” so much so, I avoided staring to long in mirrors thinking he would sneak attack me.
In 1991 I was convinced I was going to be a Janet Jackson background dancer. I practiced in front of the television because I figured, if I can see them, then obviously they can see me. Yeah, I was 9…
Until I was about 12, I despised ruffled potato chips. According to my big cousin Michelle, ruffled potato chips are what caused stretch marks. Unfortunately I shared the unknowingly cruel joke with my young and very impressionable group of friends.
At 16, I thought I could choose my sexuality, so I had sex with a boy and girl, trying to judge by which felt better.
There may be some, but I don’t know anyone that walks into a genuine , committed relationship without the intent of it lasting forever. I thought my first love would be my only love…Until we broke up when I was 23, and I fell in love with another.
At the time these scenarios were my truths, except for Candyman, he still may be. Life has a way of making a liar out of you and your foolish and daffy thoughts. I don’t mind, I actually prefer it. it’s a reminder that I’m living, learning, unlearning, and relearning, and I’m grateful for that…for a limited time…lol, I kid!
“What you perceive, your observations, feelings, interpretations, are all your truth. Your truth is important, yet it is not truth.” – Linda Ellinor
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