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If You Assume Something It Makes...

If you assume something it makes me smile a little on the inside because people's facial expressions are amusing and interesting when they find out they've made a wrong assumption. When people assume the wrong thing about me, I sometimes just let it go. When I do correct the person I do so with a smile to try to nonverbally communicate that I'm not offended (it takes a lot to offend me), but I think I just make the person feel more awkward.

I once went to a concert with a friend. It happened to be a country music concert and my friend happened to be white. There was a college student, also white, there taking a visitor survey for the city. The assumption she made was that my friend was the one there for the concert and I was just tagging along because friends do that type of thing for each other. Where her assumption went wrong is which friend was tagging along with which friend. I'm the country music fan and talked my friend into coming so I didn't have to be alone.

I guess it would be better to say I dragged my friend to the concert. My friend couldn't even remember who we were there to see. Which is what I told the young lady. She responded with a simple "oh" and tried unsuccessfully to mask all her thoughts and emotions: shock (A black woman with locs is the one into country music?!), introspective debate (Did I just racial profile someone? Nah, I'm not that kind of person.)  and embarrassment.

I collect moments like this in my memory vault and pull them out when I'm writing. Sometime my character's experience is the same as my, but to make it fun sometimes it's from the other person's perspective. Realistic moments like this in writing is what makes the writing relatable. Everyone has been in some situation like this.

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Put That Rage On The Page

One of my favorite bands is The Script. On their third release #3 they have a song about the loss of two of the member's parents (Danny lost his dad and Mark lost both parents). If You Could See Me Know talks about how they wish their late parents could see their success. While I wish my late grandmother could see me now (I didn't publish until almost a decade after she died) that particular sentiment of the song isn't what I relate to the most. What resonates with me most is this line:

"Take that rage, put it on a page Take the page to the stage Blow the roof off the place"

I do this when I write. I've put my joy, my hope, and yes, my rage on the page. I've not taken it to the actual stage because my voice would send people screaming as they ran as far away as possible.

In my teens, I kept a journal to get my emotions out. It was during the tumultuous dating experiences of my twenties that I began to express my feelings with poetry. Poetry also helped me in my thirties deal with the worse experience in my romantic life, an unfaithful spouse.

I recently found the poem I wrote during that time. I was able to express my anger and pain with my words instead of my fists, or pots and pans (a cast iron skillet is good for more than just cooking). It helped me deal with the betrayal and soldier on for another three years before waving the white flag. I've shared the poem, Buckshot to the Heart and One to the Head, in my poetry section.