The Day After
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It’s funny that the 4th fell on the middle of the week. Usually cats are happy they have some more days off but this time they were all mad they had to go back to work tomorrow. As the festivities ended and we were all breaking out to go home at 10pm I just heard growns from people going back to the plantation. Some cats said they wished they would’ve asked for time off and other ladies were saying they wish it was made Friday or Monday permanently. I got in my car and thought back to a day someone called Thursday aka same shit different day.
I went to a Cook Out in the park with about 80 other people. We played spades, dominoes, some adult board game and I even chopped it up about politics. Now I usually don’t say shit but fvck it I felt froggy so I jumped on the opportunity to argue over shit I can do absolutely nothing about. And, of course since there’s a big crowd of Black folks someone started doing the electric slide and the wobble. Neither of those I bothered to join in as I’m from Kali and we don’t dance!
It was funny as I got home I thought damn cats do have to punch the clock in the AM even as fireworks are going off all around me. I’m sure a lot of people took the next two days off to make it a 5 day weekend. But, it was like the end of a concert when we all are in our cars trying to get out of the parking lot. Our ears are ringing from the music, our stomachs are full with shit we wouldn’t normally eat and our alcohol level might be over the legal limit. Then as we finally get on the freeway we realize the fun is over and all I got is a memory of a holiday gone. And, a sharp snapping to soberness of cats realizing they were just visiting it and not living it.
It probably isn’t funny to the cats clocking in today as it isn’t funny HA HA to me either but more funny in a weird way. I really forgot what it felt like to get a half day at school on Wednesday only to return tomorrow to a pop quiz. The Day after is a motherfvcker for sure and I thank GOD I’m constantly working on never having a Day After Hangover.
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I know you always say you don’t do motivation–the chips are for that–but you dropped some Hood Kiyosaki right here man. I remember those half days back in school well, I hated them because they felt like teases. The same with most holidays. Yesterday while watching the fireworks pop, I didn’t think about “freedom”, I thought about the guy at the train station with his ice cream cart raking up all that tourist money I’d seen earlier knowing, with almost certainty, he didn’t have to do the walk of shame back to massah.
Hood Kiyosaki is a funny name!
Well to me getting up going to work after a holiday is almost the same feeling you had as a kid. You were happy to get out early but the high was over as soon as you got back to school. That’s why most cats want the holiday leading into a weekend so they don’t have that wake up call.
It’s good that you are now noticing everyone making money around you. I think that’s the first step in realization that cats are making money all over the place except me. That usually gets me motivated.
That has to be the worst feeling…knowing you have to go back. Should be motivation to hustle and get out. I just don’t want to be like these old folks that are so used to it that it’s another sad song. “Hi Ho..it’s off to work I go…”. lol.
Hi Ho Hi Ho LMBAO! Why we got a little bit of independence in us we should acknowledge that feeling when we know it’s BS. Kids do it all of the time as they’ll say AWWW I have to come inside. But, when you turn into a adult you cry in your pillow and get back up and feel helpless that you are trapped.
I don’t want to be like those old folks either. I want to be that cat at the beach that all the other dudes going back to work think must be a fvcking bum. When I get to that point I know I made it.