Old Journals of a Millennial. Volume 02.

Hey! I hope that this finds you all well, as always!

I have been okay on my end, you know?

Life does what it does, and I do what I do.

That's about as good as it gets until I land a writing contract and get away from working for someone else.

Well...I would still be working for someone else, but I could at least sit around and write all day VS going to a full-time job, lol.

A boy can dream, yeah?

I mean, imagine how much content I could pump out for you all weekly!

That would be quite dope lol.

Quite, indeed.

Till then?

Well, I will be here doing what I do best!

I hope that you all will hang around till the end, yeah?

I'll try to post more often. I am doing my best to focus my writing days on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I will post just as often as this brain of mine, and the time I have allows lol.

With O.J.M. Volume 2, Dear You, Fox & Faux, and Leafaria all rolling out content weekly, it can get a bit...hectic, lol

Thank you all for your patience and energy.

I love and appreciate each and every one of you!

See you back here soon enough!

(Twist far-to-many knobs on the dashboard of my time machines while simultaneously contemplating why the k in knob is even there.)

*BEEP! BOOP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!*

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August 5th, 2013.

Journal #067.

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She came by today.

It was good to see her, as it always is.

We just relaxed a bit and talked about nothing in particular.

But nonetheless, it was worth the time spent.

So, XXXXX is gone.

That's best for the both of us.

Fair. I'm free. Happy. I wish her the best, so she can go be happy with someone who is more on her level.

What a long day it's been.

I'm not fond of Mondays.

They tend to suck.

But this one ended pretty well, because she came.

It's strange how just a few minutes could be so fulfilling, huh?

Her new clothes are pretty nice.

She looks good in them.

I like that her confidence is rising.

She should know that she is beautiful.

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Hey!

Short trip, yeah?

It's okay!

Some are better that way, I like to think.

Quick and dirty.

I like it.

-I was so captivated by her that I would have taken ANY amount of time spent, over nothing. I think that this is how falling in love works. I would have given up everything to be with her back then, and in some ways...I did. With time, I found myself pushing people away who were once close to me. Family, friends, coworkers. All to appease her. 

But came with time, lol.

Back then? I was a lot more...confident. Charismatic...

I was much more self-assured, you know?

I was falling in love with her, and she knew it.

-Myself and the young lady that I had been dating (after the Librarian broke my heart) had been together for several months before I moved out of the place that I was living in, and into a place of my own. She was what we would call in modern terms "bougie" lbvs...she was just used to a lifestyle that was probably several tax brackets above mine, and the way she would talk betrayed that fact. We had officially broken up by this point -I believe- and we were only going back and forth in that awkward post-relationship bickering. I would eventually just stop responding, you know? I was not one for drama, and I had concluded in one way or another that we would not work as a couple. 

She did not agree to that, and it was not pretty. I can't fault her, you know?

"When a heart breaks, no, it don't break even." -The Script.

We were just too different. I grew up in poverty and with very little.

She grew up as a single and well-off only child.

We grew up in two different worlds, and they didn't seem to mesh very well at that point in my life.

She would make weird and offensive statements at times, and even though I know that she didn't have ill intent, it didn't hurt any less.

I recall once that we were driving along in my neighborhood (mind you, I stayed on the south side of Milwaukee at the time, and I actually still do, lol), and she was genuinely confused as to why there were people sitting out on their porches. It was a bright, sunny summer day, and that perplexed her...

It was mind-blowing to me that one could have made it into their early 20s and had never experienced the simple pleasure of being a porch monkey!

Like, come on now, folks!

How many of you have NEVER sat on the front porch on a nice day with a few friends?

Is that a "poor people" thing!?

Because man, lmaooooo I guess my entire neighborhood was just full of poor people!

Wait...I think that's how it works, right?

Poverty?

Lol, sheesh.

I get that we all raised differently, I do. But that is just more reason to just go get cultured!

Study and learn something new about someone else's lifestyle, folks.

You might just find that you LOVE something that you never imagined you would or could.

-I told the Goth that she was beautiful whenever I got the chance to do so. Not only did I believe that it would be good for her confidence, but I also believe that every woman deserves to be told thus, and to feel thus.

This life shit is tough, the least we can do for ourselves is love ourself.

The least we can do for each other is pass along a simple compliment.

People need people.

People hurt people, yes...

But people also HEAL people.

I hope that you all are healthy, and if not, that you are healing.

Healing from whatever it is that could possibly be causing you any sort of pain or discomfort, be that physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual.

I will leave you all at that, and I hope to see you back here soon enough, yeah?

Till then, and as always, safe travels.

Stay safe.

Stay healthy.

Stay vigilant.

-Redd.