The Difference
Anthony DouglasGere
The other night, my crew and I, ventured into a nightspot, and basically was
having, guys night out for the hell of it. It wasn’t a planned night we often have
and do, it was just a fluke thing, that became more of a, great thing. Now, to
help you out if you don’t want to go through this journey with me, this theory is
basically about an email I dug up the other day, while going through and
reflecting on my path. So if you wanna skip to the meaning of this theory, it is
that, so remember that when I bring it up later on. But back to my evening, and
how things became what they ended up being. Each of us had tentative plans
with other people for different reasons, and by the grace of God, either one
appointment ended early, others didn’t happen or was scheduled for another
time. So in contacting each other through different emails, texts and phone
calls, we all decided to meet and have a great ole time, and flash back forward
in bonding our love for each other, and what we all represent. The place was a
lounge, not a night club, and the music and atmosphere were in a healthy
marriage, as the people inside, fit the scene like Steven Spielberg cast this real
life movie himself. You got the yuppies, the neo-soul type and upperly mobile
mix of hustlers, athletes and the scum of heaven on earth. Now us being us, we
did our thing in forming into this movable unit, that has came to see why each
of them, were in this place and who was who. We don’t do this in a arrogant
type of way, but in a healthy competitive way of protecting each other from
each other, if something goes down, good or bad. But there is no immediate
threat in here, well in terms of anyone being outside of their element, and in a
position to at least, break even if anything comes into play. We all assume our
roles like we have been doing this for years, and as one left for the restroom
and another to the bar, the rest of us waited to see the hostess, that had a
smile that could kick start the sun. This is what you first see when you walk in
here, and if nothing else to say about the person that put this lovely woman in
the position she is in, you can say that on this placement of employment, he or
she that did what they did, is shooting par for the course. Great presentation as
we all scanned over the room, and had her follow in our body language, on
where went wanted and needed to be seated. As this translation of words not
being spoken was receive, understood and implemented, she called over
someone to take us to this corner end of the lounge. It was kinda dark, but lit
enough to make out who we are as it was in the direct line of sight of anything
coming into this swank hip juke joint. Our thing is, we would rather be felt if not
seen, and that to us, means more than showcasing a false cosmetic sense of
confidence in a environment that is what it is, not what we are or represent
daily. So as we continued to fall into our old patterns and roles, we start talking
to and about each other and our quirks. We started going into group mode
individually, and we scattered throughout the club for different reasons. Now
me, I am not a drinker nor a big time partygoer. I am the sit at home, cook,
watch a movie and either have friends over, or a quiet quality time in bonding
type of man. But don’t get it twisted, I love drinking when I do, but for me, water
or my cranberry and orange juice mix, is great. One of the men in my crew, is
the pretty boy type that has this universal look that gives him the nod, even if he
might not be your exact type. Just a pretty motherfucker, and if nothing else,
you and we know that about him. But he is a great dude, like the others I love
and respect, and we love each other, and would do anything at anytime for
each other, without even someone asking. So I am the one that stays at the
table, thinks a lot, and somewhat, oversees things to make sure things don’t
get out of control. I am not the one that starts or stops it, but more than likely,
the one everyone knows they can trust, to know when its time to leave and
why. But I just don’t stay seated when I go out, I travel slowly in my mind, on
why we are at where we are, and how profitable it is, in terms of business. I
know, I think too dam much, but hey, that’s me. But in doing what I do and me
being me, I may get better views of things if I move around slowly. Yeah, I
conveniently might need to go wash my hands in the restroom at the most un-
opportune time and look at everything as I stroll with more than likely, one of
my dudes behind or ahead of me, doing the same thing from a different angle,
pace and view. Upon walking, I seen this man with this woman in a group of
people out having a good time like us, and he was holding on to her, a little bit
too tight. He was doing it a bit too much, and totally not handling the moment,
situation or future with the person his was obviously, drawn to, with much tack.
Its not that he is blowing it or doing things to sabotage himself or embarrass
her, because he frankly, can’t help it and doesn’t know what he is doing. But he
was showing those around him, his insecurities, and his desires, all at the
same time while going through this process of living and loving.
Anthony DouglasGere
The other night, my crew and I, ventured into a nightspot, and basically was
having, guys night out for the hell of it. It wasn’t a planned night we often have
and do, it was just a fluke thing, that became more of a, great thing. Now, to
help you out if you don’t want to go through this journey with me, this theory is
basically about an email I dug up the other day, while going through and
reflecting on my path. So if you wanna skip to the meaning of this theory, it is
that, so remember that when I bring it up later on. But back to my evening, and
how things became what they ended up being. Each of us had tentative plans
with other people for different reasons, and by the grace of God, either one
appointment ended early, others didn’t happen or was scheduled for another
time. So in contacting each other through different emails, texts and phone
calls, we all decided to meet and have a great ole time, and flash back forward
in bonding our love for each other, and what we all represent. The place was a
lounge, not a night club, and the music and atmosphere were in a healthy
marriage, as the people inside, fit the scene like Steven Spielberg cast this real
life movie himself. You got the yuppies, the neo-soul type and upperly mobile
mix of hustlers, athletes and the scum of heaven on earth. Now us being us, we
did our thing in forming into this movable unit, that has came to see why each
of them, were in this place and who was who. We don’t do this in a arrogant
type of way, but in a healthy competitive way of protecting each other from
each other, if something goes down, good or bad. But there is no immediate
threat in here, well in terms of anyone being outside of their element, and in a
position to at least, break even if anything comes into play. We all assume our
roles like we have been doing this for years, and as one left for the restroom
and another to the bar, the rest of us waited to see the hostess, that had a
smile that could kick start the sun. This is what you first see when you walk in
here, and if nothing else to say about the person that put this lovely woman in
the position she is in, you can say that on this placement of employment, he or
she that did what they did, is shooting par for the course. Great presentation as
we all scanned over the room, and had her follow in our body language, on
where went wanted and needed to be seated. As this translation of words not
being spoken was receive, understood and implemented, she called over
someone to take us to this corner end of the lounge. It was kinda dark, but lit
enough to make out who we are as it was in the direct line of sight of anything
coming into this swank hip juke joint. Our thing is, we would rather be felt if not
seen, and that to us, means more than showcasing a false cosmetic sense of
confidence in a environment that is what it is, not what we are or represent
daily. So as we continued to fall into our old patterns and roles, we start talking
to and about each other and our quirks. We started going into group mode
individually, and we scattered throughout the club for different reasons. Now
me, I am not a drinker nor a big time partygoer. I am the sit at home, cook,
watch a movie and either have friends over, or a quiet quality time in bonding
type of man. But don’t get it twisted, I love drinking when I do, but for me, water
or my cranberry and orange juice mix, is great. One of the men in my crew, is
the pretty boy type that has this universal look that gives him the nod, even if he
might not be your exact type. Just a pretty motherfucker, and if nothing else,
you and we know that about him. But he is a great dude, like the others I love
and respect, and we love each other, and would do anything at anytime for
each other, without even someone asking. So I am the one that stays at the
table, thinks a lot, and somewhat, oversees things to make sure things don’t
get out of control. I am not the one that starts or stops it, but more than likely,
the one everyone knows they can trust, to know when its time to leave and
why. But I just don’t stay seated when I go out, I travel slowly in my mind, on
why we are at where we are, and how profitable it is, in terms of business. I
know, I think too dam much, but hey, that’s me. But in doing what I do and me
being me, I may get better views of things if I move around slowly. Yeah, I
conveniently might need to go wash my hands in the restroom at the most un-
opportune time and look at everything as I stroll with more than likely, one of
my dudes behind or ahead of me, doing the same thing from a different angle,
pace and view. Upon walking, I seen this man with this woman in a group of
people out having a good time like us, and he was holding on to her, a little bit
too tight. He was doing it a bit too much, and totally not handling the moment,
situation or future with the person his was obviously, drawn to, with much tack.
Its not that he is blowing it or doing things to sabotage himself or embarrass
her, because he frankly, can’t help it and doesn’t know what he is doing. But he
was showing those around him, his insecurities, and his desires, all at the
same time while going through this process of living and loving.
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