Tightrope

Whether your High or LOw

You Gotta

Tip on the Tightrope
Janelle Monae



I love this WOMN! But more than what she looks like and her vocal talent. I love her fearlessness. I understand her.

Its Easter Weekend, and I am not into it. I don't like Holidays, especially religious ones. They bring about a level of bourgeois performance anxiety that I am immune to , but am always the victim of.Most of my memories of Holidays as a child were quite traumatic. I never liked the idea of showing off just for the cameras. Either this is something you lived or didn't.

I had a bit of a tiff with my BFF today. He continues the anxiety ridden tradition of Holiday time. I knew I was in trouble when I got the text a few days ago. What are you doing for Easter? First of all, what do people do for Easter? My friend TV wisely surmised that Easter is a "Let Down". You only get Chocolate, the ridiculous clothes, and the Bonnets. I agree, I don't even like chocolate.

One of the most Iconic memories of my childhood takes place during Easter. My father, whom I am the namesake and spitting image of, was newly returned from Prison and wanted to spend Easter with me. There is a photo of us. I, missing my two front teeth, am smiling from ear to ear in my Gray pinstripe suit. The suit was accented with Pink shirt and Pink Satin Bow tie. I am holding a stuffed bunny, and my dad is holding me. We make a handsome pair.

I devoured the customary Easter Supper. I was satisfied and ready to shed my suit and begin my playtime, when my father's aunt informed me that she couldn't believe how much I enjoyed the Rabbit stew! I thought it was chicken. I smiled and went up stairs. I looked at my stuffed bunny smiling at me on my bed. I cried for about 10 minutes.

Holidays are an excuse to show off. It is yearly progress report for relations chosen and sanguine. Everyone can come together and be proud of the accomplishments of that day. I excused myself from Easter dinner tomorrow. But I will probably show up. ( Im in charge of the refreshments)

After a good Diner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations
Oscar Wilde
AINT THAT THE TRUTH!