on the morning of my birthday,
i didn’t want to be bothered.
it was an entirely “reflective” morning so i didn’t look at my phone.
my father blew up my phone back to back.
when we finally spoke,
you didn’t answer so I figured you were done with me.”
it really had me tilted,
but i realized that i do that same shit to others too.
my therapist called me TF out today and told me i’m sorta like my father.
i’m currently bald with an empty tummy because i threw up.
after today’s session…
kirk franklin has been the talk of the forests since “bitch ass pineapple-gate” with his son.
it would be no surprise that social media has been sharing opinions about his alleged canceled.
an app used to express ourselves vocally on virtual panels has been lit up with rooms about kirk.
the pretty vixen invited me to attend a discussion yesterday.
the room was called “kirk franklin and black parenting“.
as i was listening,
amongst some great points,
one thing struck a chord with me…
i am very self absorbed.
i can admit it to the foxhole.
now i’m not the animal who cares only about himself.
or the one who takes selfies all damn day.
i am self absorbed in another way.
the worse way.
i’ve been doing some thinking about it and well…