In My Write Mind

After living with myself for just about 35 years, I’ve finally figured out that I’m THAT guy.

Lemme explain.

I’m the guy who seemingly has it all together, when in reality, life scares me just as much as the next person … I’m that guy that sometimes has communication issues, due mostly to growing up in a home with a tremendous generation gap and siblings that were grown and gone … I’m that guy that women call harmless, although some would subconsciously disagree … I’m that guy that is definitely a team player and works hard, learning all that I can along the way …

I’m the guy that will get in trouble for both what I say and what I don’t say *smh* because my facial expressions give me away every time … I’m that guy that older black people look to on the subway when “our people” start to act a fool, giving me that “can you believe this shit?” look … I’m that guy that occasionally has self-confidence issues (often confused with being shy) due to a lifetime of being afraid that people would abandon him, starting with my birth father on up through relationships and often sabotages them before the other party gets the chance (DING! Clearly that explains why I’m still single … lol) …

I’m that guy that people come up to on the streets asking for directions … in different languages … I’m that guy that wears his heart on his sleeve … I’m that guy that’s been scared of success for most of his life … I’m that guy who communicates much better via the written word, thus causing annoyance and frustration for those I should be communicating with vocally … I’m that guy you’ll find on the subway either with a book up to my nose or just observing random things, mind racing with thoughts and ideas … I’m the guy who gets stalked because he didn’t live up to someone else’s idea of a good time …

I’m that guy that loves women, and music, and kissing, and movies, and sports, and family … not necessarily in that order … I’m that guy who would rather crack a joke than break a heart … I’m that guy that you don’t want to cross, because once my anger surfaces, fuggetaboudit … I’m that guy that doesn’t need to be the center of attention (ducking tomatoes from fellow Leos) and would rather observe than draw undue attention to himself …

I’m that guy that will give you the world and ask for nothing in return but your respect… I’m that guy who you will read about someday and say, “damn, don’t I know him from somewhere?”… I’m that guy who can become extremely selfish with those who I deem important and special, wanting, no, craving THEIR attention more than usual … I’m that guy who has made some questionable decisions, but has learned valuable lessons from each and every one …

I’m that guy … that average guy … a black man trying to make things happen … who is grateful for all of the support, the resistance, the lessons, the positive, the negative, the love, the loves lost, the ebbs and the flows … one who loves to live and lives to love … not the strongest guy, not the weakest guy, not the most entertaining, but I do’s my thang (LOL), not the most verbose, but no slouch when it comes to linguistics, not the best, not the worst …

But dude, best believe … I’m.THAT.guy!

Respect …