So, I have been contemplating the concept of ‘baggage’ recently, and the extent to which we consider and assess the crap that has somehow managed to Velcro itself onto our souls from the ghosts of relationships past, as we traverse the rocky airports of life.
All we bitter and negative women who have been stepped on, trod upon, shit upon, shall we stand up and say aye? All ye bitter men who have been err….well…you know…whatever, you can stand up and say something too.
As I am contemplating my baggage and what it entails, it also begs me to consider those that I have baggaged against, that is, circumstances where I know myself to be someone else’s baggage. That ex-friend of eleven years who pissed me off in Barbados. The Ex-Boyfriend that I stopped calling and did not give my forwarding address when I did not know how to end it. The list can go on and on…
In order to appease my vapid inner ego, I would like to think that my relationship interactions would classify me as designer Louis Vuitton baggage, rather than a cheap Eastern Avenue suitcase, but, who knows? I have no intention of conducting confirmation research to assess my baggage worth, because the people that I have affected might not give me the answers that would make me feel better. That Ex-Boyfriend might want to bitch slap me right now, for all that I know.
But, as I am considering my inner designer baggage, I must humbly conclude that they might not be too extensive in the grand scheme of things, all things being relative. I may not be charged for over weight. Therefore, good boys and girls traversing this airport of life, the ultimate lesson to be learned is that we must take care in our interactions with one another, because when you step on my foot and I cuss you, we become each other's baggage, and for all that we know, this negative turbulence may result in cancelled flights.
All we bitter and negative women who have been stepped on, trod upon, shit upon, shall we stand up and say aye? All ye bitter men who have been err….well…you know…whatever, you can stand up and say something too.
As I am contemplating my baggage and what it entails, it also begs me to consider those that I have baggaged against, that is, circumstances where I know myself to be someone else’s baggage. That ex-friend of eleven years who pissed me off in Barbados. The Ex-Boyfriend that I stopped calling and did not give my forwarding address when I did not know how to end it. The list can go on and on…
In order to appease my vapid inner ego, I would like to think that my relationship interactions would classify me as designer Louis Vuitton baggage, rather than a cheap Eastern Avenue suitcase, but, who knows? I have no intention of conducting confirmation research to assess my baggage worth, because the people that I have affected might not give me the answers that would make me feel better. That Ex-Boyfriend might want to bitch slap me right now, for all that I know.
But, as I am considering my inner designer baggage, I must humbly conclude that they might not be too extensive in the grand scheme of things, all things being relative. I may not be charged for over weight. Therefore, good boys and girls traversing this airport of life, the ultimate lesson to be learned is that we must take care in our interactions with one another, because when you step on my foot and I cuss you, we become each other's baggage, and for all that we know, this negative turbulence may result in cancelled flights.
On that note, I shall now exit...
12 comments:
Well put...."Cancelled flights"
My baggage is classic "indian Baggage" You know the kind, tied around the middle with rope and the bags HUGE>..
Profound
Insightful. Half the times the baggage not even necesary but they get carried anyway.
Cancelled flights... interesting analogy.
Nice post. Like the way you tied it to real life. I've got tons of baggage, and to unload them would probably require me to do something illegal.
Jettison the baggage, nuh! It heavy, you know. Lawd take on some new luggage - any beers at the Roti Hut today?
deep. i got alot of baggage and i can think of at least one person whose baggage i am.
Nice post. I have a lot of baggage that I need to drop myself.
In Dealing with the ghost of realtionship past-the bulk my luggage - i seem to have made peace with most of them and made peace with myself over those that i have tried but wasnt reciprocated. So am tryig to travel light. Thought provoking post
Wow..I got a heavy piece of baggage that sometimes threatens to derail me.But bit by bit am lessening it.
Great post.
Aye!!! I'm thinking of trading in my baggage for a parachute....
Insightful. Half the times the baggage not even necesary but they get carried anyway.
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