One of the most difficult questions you could ever ask me is
“How are you?”
Such a loaded question. Most often asked on auto-pilot. I’ve never known how to answer it, which is usually what I tell people when they ask.
I used to bust out my Big Gay Al….
But it’s not 1997 anymore and well…it’s lost on most people. (But not “my people”… if you know what I mean. We know what’s what.)
So for the past decade or so I have resorted to simply stating..
“I am.”
That’s how I be.
It’s probably lost on most people. (Weirdo)
But Whatever. Totally Fine.
Because if I started to get into it….
Girl? Put away your serious. Ain’t nobody wanna see that.
…I might hit you with something like this:
(get ready to rock-&-scroll)
Is it July yet? I knew June was going to be hard, but this is just nasty.
I have been in THE funk to end all funks …. and I’m not talking George Clinton P-funk. Nope.
I’ve been breathing and being and smiling and taking each day at a time, yet I’m unable to escape the underlying stench of stankazz funk just festering inside. Yuck.
This weekend it all came to a crescendo, like a tsunami. (Does anyone say tidal wave anymore or did that go out of style too?)
The funk did what it had to do, leaving me a washed up wreck for a bit. I’m all soggy and stuff but at least the worst is over? I keep thinking all of this turmoil is part and parcel of a deeper transformation. For the better.
Now that I’m over the crest, I feel a bit more able to move onwards and upwards….get my good funk on.
Heehee.
