the past

I don't care for my past. Any of it. Not even the era when I wrote "I don't care for my past" just now. While (to me, at least) this seems dumb, it has a real effect on me.

Earlier today, I had an encounter with my past that caused me to have a panic attack. I am actually typing this post in an attempt to calm myself down. What's worse, I had only 10 % of the available information regarding this visit to the past and my body prepared to go completely mental. I was furious to the point of perspiration approximately 0.01 seconds into the situation, and had I looked only a little deeper I would have seen the info that I believed was omitted in an attempt to make me look bad. Now I just feel dumb and my BP is elevated, making me feel even dumber. I have a headache, and it's not even necessary. A sick stomach for no reason whatsoever.

The Young Man is strange...

tym

here's the thing...

damn - i sound like one of these guys now...

* i have officially checked the f'k out. i no longer care about anything (hardly) outside of 6734 (my house). i could give a rabbit's genitalia about any of the following things, which are apparently the most important shite in the world:
politics
li'l wayne
nicki minaj
glee
dancing with the f-ing stars
blackberry
ipod
i-phone 4
i-pad
i-don't-give-a damn about any electronics period (that is saying a lot... the young man lives for tech)
eat-pray-love
jenks
maino (I will probably get choked out for saying that, it's disrespectful)
facebook
linked.in
50 tyson, and anyone associated with the exploitation of 50 tyson
antoine dodson
w.g. grinder's
pizza hut
cici's pizza
r&b music
the state of hip-hop
twitter
love
regret
weekends
fridays
the fresh beat band
mtv jams network
real housewives of whatever city and/or profession
jersey shore or any of it's orange and gelled participants
reality shows in general
justin beiber (bieber?)or his disturbing haircut

there is plenty more where this came from, but i'm out of time. adieu...