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Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
Showing posts with label expectations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label expectations. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
2nd 30 Day Letter Challenge--Day 15: Letter to the Last Person who Surprised You
Anyone who's been paying attention knows this letter is going to be to Erykah Badu.
Miss Badu [I don't feel worthy of addressing you as Erykah],
If Baduzium is a state of being similar to nirvana, I think I encountered it last night. I didn't care that I was tired or that my feet hurt or that I wanted a drink but they cost more than WHOLE BOTTLES OF ALCOHOL I have purchased...I would have stood there listening to you in awe for hours. All night if you'd wanted to keep singing for me. You made me feel like a living girl. If I can get my soul to radiate half as brightly or a strongly as yours, my life will be phenomenal. I was expecting to have a good time...I wasn't expecting to feel enlightened. I was expecting fun, I wasn't expecting joy or an overwhelmingly intense peace. To put it simply, I wasn't expecting you.
You kept thanking the audience, but I want to thank you. And you have my word I will see you again.
Maya
PS I give a small badly-recorded piece of my experience with you to the world to enjoy:
Miss Badu [I don't feel worthy of addressing you as Erykah],
If Baduzium is a state of being similar to nirvana, I think I encountered it last night. I didn't care that I was tired or that my feet hurt or that I wanted a drink but they cost more than WHOLE BOTTLES OF ALCOHOL I have purchased...I would have stood there listening to you in awe for hours. All night if you'd wanted to keep singing for me. You made me feel like a living girl. If I can get my soul to radiate half as brightly or a strongly as yours, my life will be phenomenal. I was expecting to have a good time...I wasn't expecting to feel enlightened. I was expecting fun, I wasn't expecting joy or an overwhelmingly intense peace. To put it simply, I wasn't expecting you.
You kept thanking the audience, but I want to thank you. And you have my word I will see you again.
Maya
PS I give a small badly-recorded piece of my experience with you to the world to enjoy:
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