Random Observation #523,019
/Messenger of Love, Being In Love With the Idea Of, and Masculinity
Of Messenger of Love
I’ve always been fascinated with people valuing the messenger over the message…
Read MoreMessenger of Love, Being In Love With the Idea Of, and Masculinity
Of Messenger of Love
I’ve always been fascinated with people valuing the messenger over the message…
Read MoreI went home for lunch today and on my way down, I’m on the 25th floor, the elevator stops on the 23rd. There was a woman waiting, standing and talking when the doors opened (but not getting on)… and as the doors start to close she approaches, I do the fake reach to stop the doors from closing and she hops on…
Read MoreI’m having déjà vu and amnesia at the same time— I think I’ve written this before. Maybe it was a conversation with one of the two of you who read my blog?
The other night I celebrated with a friend on her birthday, there were three of us— It was small and intimate. A week prior I got F.R.E.S.H. with a full haircut to celebrate another friend on her birthday. Due to timing and a need to ‘stay ready,’ I got a ‘fresh up (hair and beard line up) for the weeks’ end activities.
Read MoreRandom Observation … about nothing, yet everything
Giving a genuine, kind compliment
I believe I talked this into reality because it was a matter of conversation over the weekend. After my morning workout I stopped by Tradarius Jenkins to grab some essentials. After I parked and made my way to the door I notice a woman putting bags in her car—
Read MoreArrived early to work this am, the streets were blocked with crowds of living souls walking purposefully. I detoured, approached the west side of my building. Fire trucks, however no flames or smoke … a fire drill. I park and exit the miracle whip. As I’m heading inside I catch the gaze of a woman in red. Red; passion, energy and action has always been my favorite color. I was drawn to it and then to her face. I lower my head to look down at my cell [because of something important] so that she wouldn’t notice me noticing her noticing me. I raise my head and I see our reflections in the mirrored glass. Perfect. She wasn’t looking at me she was looking at her own self.
Brian TramueL
“Chaos is often something we attract rather than run into by chance”
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