Ten minutes after I turned up the tap I dipped my hand into the bucket and giggled gleefully. "What's funny?" He asked curiously. "Nothing... It's just, the heater has been off since yesterday afternoon and the water is still hot". His stare was strange, I'm not running mad. "I'm just happy for the tiny pleasures... As the greater ones are yet to make an appearance". He smiled in understanding.
That was this morning after my morning run. Yes, after I'd gone through denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally acceptance, the five stages I go through when getting ready for cardio. I started out with a slow run and kept that pace for about thirty minutes when he ran past me. His skin was flawless, his muscle and his calves; so freaking toned, his shoulders were broad, fanning narrowed hips. His cologne, dear lord his cologne!
I often snivel at people who wear cologne or perfume to exercise, I rme at them. Yet this morning all I wanted to do was grab that brother and do things that would send me to the confessional tomorrow.
His scent was remiscent of something else, someone else... As the memory finds me my tingling feelings diffuse into resentment. I remember who I'm reminded of. It was just last night after all... Proof that not every man with great cologne and a cute smile can make your night.
He ruined my night.
I mean, if I'm going to come out on a Monday night, after a long Monday day, then it's got to be worth it. I thought he was worth it, thought wrong. Not even the buzz from the wine could save my soul as all he wanted to do was talk about how Beyonce is the wickedest witch in the world, Queen of illuminati and how Rihanna is her protégé. Now after I patiently listened to him talk about Pope Francis and his unsavory agenda (I also can't help but wonder why he's so liberal, but that's topic for another day), he started on the illuminati. You know that Jay-Z initiated Beyonce in the 'crazy in love' video, and you know how Jay-Z calls himself Jayjovah meaning Jehovah meaning he is saying that he is God. You know how he does that triangle over his eyes you know it's the sign of the pyramid; the upside down triangle with the all seeing eye, you know it's the same sign on the $1 bill. You know that Michael Jackson's death was not ordinary, you know that his family used him for blood ritual but only his sister Letoya and his mother were not in agreement with this. You know that Lady Gaga is also one of the strongest witches in illuminati. You know that even Kanye West said how he sold his soul to the devil for money. You know that Nicki Minaj is there too, even Ciara... I got so tired of the BS that I made the mistake of sniggering and then he said; you don't believe me!!!! Immediately he pulled out a laptop from thin air, it seemed, and put it on.
One hour or more of watching a dull sounding man trying to prove that so so and so are illuminati, I wanted to gouge my own eyes out. Don't get me wrong, I know all the theories, I followed Vigilant Citizen from its inception and greedily devoured all their theories, I've read some literature I probably shouldn't have and I know all the symbols, symbolisms and la di da...
But those were in the days I could afford to care. When I still had people feeding me and paying my bills, when I had nothing to worry about, when I could actually give a fuck about trivialities like illuminati and blood rituals.
Who still cares about all these things??? My night spent in the company of a fine gentleman ended in so much misery that my eyes still smart. Believe me, that was ALL he talked about.
But it's alright I guess, it's over now.
Anyone one else believe this illuminati theory?
Hey, how have you been? Talk to me, I mizz you guys. *sob sob sob*.