Thursday, June 8, 2006
No Pining Please
I'm on the Metro-North again this morning...listening to my iPod, not thinking of anything to concrete...just different thoughts flittering in and out.
KEM comes on and of course it's the song that I have been passing on listening to. Changing the station when it's on the radio. "I Can't Stop Loving You"
Last year that was my song of choice and became mine and Brooklyn song. When we were in the process of fizzling out and then...becoming nothing at all.
He'd call me and say, "I was driving home last night, a song came on and I thought of you". I never even asked what song it was, I'd just say you need to change stations when Kem comes on.....he'd laugh and tell me to get out of his head.
I got with The Itch and now...well of course, he'd happen to be a Kem fan to. We went to his concert back in March. As soon as KM came on stage...his beautiful-Al-Jarruea voice started singing notes that made me cry. I cried because of memories, I cried because it sounded that good, I cried because of who I was with.
It's all confusing and if I could just let it go. That would have made the night a lot easier.
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Friday I recieved a call from Brooklyn...our conversations are always filled with laughing and shit talking....he proceeds to asked me what I was doing.
Nothing.
Can I come over.
No.
Well I am pulling up in front of your place now.
Da hell?!! Don't play that shit with me. You don't have it like that anymore.
Man, I'm here already you might as well let me up.
Fuck that!
I'mma start yelling your name in the streets.
No problem, that won't last long the police station is on the other block....I think I'mma need to take a restraining order out on your poppin' up ass.
Yo bloop, stop playing. Just let me up.
No, I already have company coming over.
Who?
Who you...an owl? None of your fucking business.
He chuckles...Why you cussing at me? I see I need to tighten you up.
Sorry.
You still think of me when that song comes on?
I bust out laughing...I never thought of you...YOU thought of ME!
He slightly smirks...yea, I did. I do. Man, what you got that voodoo shit?
I laugh...what? No, I don't do voodoo...I'm indian remember we have witch doctors.
.....silence....
All serious and whatnot...I still think of you. We had some good times. Do you have fun like we did with your new dude?
Don't ask me some shit like that. But yes, we did have some good times. Some shit I'll never forget.
You know I loved you Bloop. Man, I know that sounds corny but it's true and I know I didn't show it as much as I should have. I should have said it then.
I realize I gotta come serious...Look Brooklyn, I know you loved me. You didn't need to say it. But, those days are gone. What I felt for you isn't like it was. You and I can always be friends but you know I don't go backwards. If my first thought was to walk....you can believe that my second and third thought is goiong to be the same. This reminiscing does nothing for me. Just let's me know that your still pining...and I don't want you doing that. It's done, we're done. Go find you a cute lil Brooklyn chick and do you.
Big sigh...Yea, I know your right. But it's coming up on a year since we met...it's warm out, park concerts....all those things bring me memories of you. I'm sitting on a date and this damn song comes on...and all I think about is how silly you and I were...we had fun...no stiff shit of you or I trying to make a good impression. You made me feel comfortable. This chick is across the table from me with a straight face, no smile, no real conversation....just takling about her college, her job, her girlfriends, and I am thinking...this chick has no spunk...no flirting skills, no life to her...it's like she's spitting out her resume to me.... YOU were fun. Easy going...something different. I just want us to be able to hang out like that.
Brooklyn, if you had a chick and one of her ex's called her up and said this shit.....if she came to you and said, is it ok if I hang out with so and so....how would you take that?
Trying to use humor to cover his frustration...Fuck him! Let that zero go and get with this hero...YO! He doesn't need to know and what? You can' t have male friends? He's controlling like that?
I laugh...That's real corny. I don't have to explain shit to you for you to understand that your out of line. Your pushing the limits of this already thin friendship. Don't ask me about dude and I'll tell you no lies. I gotta go. Go have fun. Eat, drink, fuck and be merry...but be careful too. Bye
Brooklyn proceeds to leave a voicemail a half hour later to say...Please just think about what I said.
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Don't pine for me. Too many women out there. Way too many. Believe me, after Brooklyn and I were done, I was gone. Yea, I thought about him, loved him but damn if I am going to call him back after all these months and say some bullshit like.... think about it. Pining is a waste of fucking time. I ain't coming back. It's ok to think of times that we've shared. After that...let it go. I can even admit that I'm not that wonderful...I AM SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL but not that damn good.
KEM comes on and of course it's the song that I have been passing on listening to. Changing the station when it's on the radio. "I Can't Stop Loving You"
Last year that was my song of choice and became mine and Brooklyn song. When we were in the process of fizzling out and then...becoming nothing at all.
He'd call me and say, "I was driving home last night, a song came on and I thought of you". I never even asked what song it was, I'd just say you need to change stations when Kem comes on.....he'd laugh and tell me to get out of his head.
I got with The Itch and now...well of course, he'd happen to be a Kem fan to. We went to his concert back in March. As soon as KM came on stage...his beautiful-Al-Jarruea voice started singing notes that made me cry. I cried because of memories, I cried because it sounded that good, I cried because of who I was with.
It's all confusing and if I could just let it go. That would have made the night a lot easier.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friday I recieved a call from Brooklyn...our conversations are always filled with laughing and shit talking....he proceeds to asked me what I was doing.
Nothing.
Can I come over.
No.
Well I am pulling up in front of your place now.
Da hell?!! Don't play that shit with me. You don't have it like that anymore.
Man, I'm here already you might as well let me up.
Fuck that!
I'mma start yelling your name in the streets.
No problem, that won't last long the police station is on the other block....I think I'mma need to take a restraining order out on your poppin' up ass.
Yo bloop, stop playing. Just let me up.
No, I already have company coming over.
Who?
Who you...an owl? None of your fucking business.
He chuckles...Why you cussing at me? I see I need to tighten you up.
Sorry.
You still think of me when that song comes on?
I bust out laughing...I never thought of you...YOU thought of ME!
He slightly smirks...yea, I did. I do. Man, what you got that voodoo shit?
I laugh...what? No, I don't do voodoo...I'm indian remember we have witch doctors.
.....silence....
All serious and whatnot...I still think of you. We had some good times. Do you have fun like we did with your new dude?
Don't ask me some shit like that. But yes, we did have some good times. Some shit I'll never forget.
You know I loved you Bloop. Man, I know that sounds corny but it's true and I know I didn't show it as much as I should have. I should have said it then.
I realize I gotta come serious...Look Brooklyn, I know you loved me. You didn't need to say it. But, those days are gone. What I felt for you isn't like it was. You and I can always be friends but you know I don't go backwards. If my first thought was to walk....you can believe that my second and third thought is goiong to be the same. This reminiscing does nothing for me. Just let's me know that your still pining...and I don't want you doing that. It's done, we're done. Go find you a cute lil Brooklyn chick and do you.
Big sigh...Yea, I know your right. But it's coming up on a year since we met...it's warm out, park concerts....all those things bring me memories of you. I'm sitting on a date and this damn song comes on...and all I think about is how silly you and I were...we had fun...no stiff shit of you or I trying to make a good impression. You made me feel comfortable. This chick is across the table from me with a straight face, no smile, no real conversation....just takling about her college, her job, her girlfriends, and I am thinking...this chick has no spunk...no flirting skills, no life to her...it's like she's spitting out her resume to me.... YOU were fun. Easy going...something different. I just want us to be able to hang out like that.
Brooklyn, if you had a chick and one of her ex's called her up and said this shit.....if she came to you and said, is it ok if I hang out with so and so....how would you take that?
Trying to use humor to cover his frustration...Fuck him! Let that zero go and get with this hero...YO! He doesn't need to know and what? You can' t have male friends? He's controlling like that?
I laugh...That's real corny. I don't have to explain shit to you for you to understand that your out of line. Your pushing the limits of this already thin friendship. Don't ask me about dude and I'll tell you no lies. I gotta go. Go have fun. Eat, drink, fuck and be merry...but be careful too. Bye
Brooklyn proceeds to leave a voicemail a half hour later to say...Please just think about what I said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't pine for me. Too many women out there. Way too many. Believe me, after Brooklyn and I were done, I was gone. Yea, I thought about him, loved him but damn if I am going to call him back after all these months and say some bullshit like.... think about it. Pining is a waste of fucking time. I ain't coming back. It's ok to think of times that we've shared. After that...let it go. I can even admit that I'm not that wonderful...I AM SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL but not that damn good.
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