The Name Game

So… I was arguing with my “future” on the phone today, and I ACCIDENTLY referred him by the name of someone in my past. Immanuel. Now to be Frank, (maybe I shouldn’t be adding anymore names to this tale!) the two of them have no more in common than apples and oranges, or rather Me and Heidi Klum. Unless… you consider the fact that she loves black men, but that’s a whole other conversation, and I’d hate to lose ALL of my black male readers here in the Great Interracial Super Highway of Minnesota.

As I was saying… Apples and Oranges. Now I’m sure some of us have had our dealings with the Name Game before, but most of those instances you’d probably expect. I’ve played my role in a Love Triangle in the past, but when I was shouting out incorrect names, I was in a position to convince a fool that, “ It’s not what I’m saying baby, it’s what I’m doing that you need to pay attention to!” (Like you haven’t made that mistake before.)

3 years later, a mistake like this comes as a surprise considering that HIS chapter was closed years ago, but apparently I never put down the book. For those of you who witnessed the “Love Jones” disaster, I don’t need to elaborate or give strength to an already dead situation. But if you weren’t around, and you need to satisfy your curiosity for the sake of this tale, I’ll just say it was like living in the LA Riots; my heart was the city, and his actions were laced with kerosene.

I never thought I’d see the day that I’d give ownership to a "conclusion". So I guess this just means its time to realize that my story has only just begun. My advice to everyone, leave the past in the past.

… just something to think about.

© A. L. Lewis