It’s officially Black History Month. I never really know how to truly feel about it.
I don’t know..celebration of our pain, suffering, tumultuous past, but also accomplishments which often are “the 1st black X” to have accomplished this..like ok great, but it mostly sounds like a compliance to the system..like oh look this person was able to use the tools…
…wow I closed my eyes mid-sentence and totally forgot what I was talking/typing about.
I think it’s a sign dat sleep gon’ be good tonight
Wait. My fingers were typing as i was writing, while my eyes were closed.
But it happened again and my fingers also took a quick pause. When I take a nap, or just sleep tbh my body parts are also taking naps. That’s why in the morning we feel more energized, cuz errbody snoozed. They all talk to each other and understand even if they all speak different languages. I guess I also understand. Like when my stomach’s like “ayoo ay, ay, what about a dinner date?” I know that means i gotta eat. Dirty talk. Duh. Get w the program!!
Ok tangeant ending. (Although, what if this content is just an amalgam of tangents with no pertinent story. Alright, well my eyes and fingers already told me they can’t support my body/brain. I’ll prepare my body for various tasks, aka, my night routine and heading to bed. (Conan’s Jordan Schlansky reference anyone? yeah probs not.)