Thursday, July 8, 2010

A Sign Of Maturity

Looking at my calendar, it's hard to believe that for a moment, I was watching this summer slowly creep past me. The NBA playoffs were over, all I did was work and sleep on my off days, and I anxiously waited for responses from an organization behind a position I applied for...

And then it happened.

Suddenly, it was like everything was coming to fruition. I got offered a new job, saving up my money was beginning to pay off, and I felt something I hadn't honestly felt in a very long time: Genuine happiness.

I felt happy to say that my Mom was bragging about me to her friends and family. I was happy to know I earned an opportunity to do something I haven't really done in the last four years, which was to live away from home. I even tapped into some of this newly found jubilation and made some beats which I actually liked, which is saying something because I'm my own worse critic.

That's not to say I don't have my melancholy days anymore. I know just today I got my tapeline pushed back by my supposedly reliable barber, and walked as rain steadily got worse and worse to my workplace to pick up my paycheck, practically drenched in rain. But then I looked at my circumstances, and I couldn't trip: I got one more day than I have had in recent weeks, if not months at work, and I had a chance to sit down and eat with a co-worker.

Her name is... Well, I won't put her out there, but we call her J.T. in the kitchen because there's another girl with her same first name. I thought she was cute ever since I met her but I stepped back when she told me she had a boyfriend. (Maybe that's a sign that I'm maturing, or at least know what's good for me. Only God knows...) She had her God-nephew with her, and I can't front, she had a nice outfit on her. It was on point considering the weather, but it still had her unique touch to it.

I bring her up, if nothing else, to just show how far I've come in a sense. Females are a weakness for me, along with kryptonite and my Mom's empanadas. Especially when they're built like her: Nice slim frame, but thick in all the right places, on some disproportionate type stuff. But with her, I've developed a decent friendship, if nothing else, because I really can't get with her like that. So in effect, it's forced me to make myself respect something out of my hands. As a young guy, if that isn't a sign of maturity, what is?

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