Bus stop misfits

This post is dedicated to two young ladies who ride the bus with me in the morning. While I am headed to my joe job, they are most likely heading to high school. Dun dun dun... Normally I don't make it a point of observing teenage girls but these two remind me so damned much of me when I was that age I can't help but be intrigued. One is tall and gawky, the kind of girl that you know will be pretty when she grows into herself. The other short and solid, big head of curly hair, wears "Cat in the Hat" converse shoes every day and looks like the kind of girl who experiment with her sexuality later in life...if you catch my drift. The two of them are just so damned adorable I can't stand it. As a former high school misfit myself I feel a kinship with these young ladies. It's like looking into a mirror of myself from the past. I almost want to sweep them up in a big group hug and let them know it'll all be ok. Being the misfit also means you're generally the most interesting person in the room. Teenagers can't take interesting people. Seriously, think about it. Take a minute and think about the popular kids from your high school. How boring were/are they?! Having just been dragged kicking and screaming to my 10 year high school reunion I can assure you it's true. Not to say that these people aren't good people and that the wounds of high school treachery don't scab over with time but yeah...snooze. Although I might not have chosen the most conventional of lives I can be thankful life is never dull (even when it is if you catch my drift.) I want to let these girls know that they will find extreme satisfaction later in life when they realize they are, in fact, now the cool kids. So here's to you little ones...keep being you...

Happy birthday Jo!

Sometimes all you need to kick start yourself into doing something is the validation that someone else enjoys it. This entry is for my girl Joanna Mohammed who tonight (albiet probably drunkenly) asked me if I was still blogging and told me she thought I should because she enjoyed reading it. So thank you girl for getting me off my butt to start writing anew. If this birthday is a proper one you should in no way remember having this little convo with me but I appreciate it none the less. Knowing something you do is valued, even in the smallest way, is the greatest gratification. So here's to you Jo. Happy birthday! (P.S. You, Marla, Francois, Claire and the rest of The Diggs make Usher and Rihanna sound like tone deaf turds...you killed it!)