Kryptonite

There are people you will come across in your life that'll make it damn near impossible to forget or let them go. There's this chemistry that you have where eventually, when you do try to move from them (for whatever reason), they become your weak spot. So if life worked like it does in Mafia movies...and you got locked in a room with two big guys staring you down with the boss' skivvy blowing smoke into your face...and you get this "I got nothing to lose" look because well, you figure life's been shit anyway and has never given you a break...and then the damn skivvy mentions that they know where your Kryptonite is and they know what s/he's been up to...? Look, everything you thought you knew about yourself and where you stand, would fall like a house of cards. Everything.

Kryptonite is terrible. Don't believe me? Ask Superman. The strongest man on make-believe earth is crippled by the mere presence of Kryptonite. In the real world, we've experienced Kryptonite in the form of: "is there anyone who believes that this man and this woman should not wed? Speak now or forever hold your peace." And then someone just walks in and you see that "oh fuck!" look on the bride's face because her Kryptonite, the man she thought she was over but had never left her mind over the years, is finally ready to want to build a life with her. She'd been happy all this time, don't even try to doubt that...but that wasn't the kind of happiness - the Kryptonite happiness - that feels as plain and simple as there is only one way for a jig-saw puzzle to be put together...the kind of happiness that feels effortless and without weight. The kind you'd probabaly need to go to rehab for if you really wanted to get it out of your system.

The situation is tricky. Where you can't even run in any which direction because everything you go through, you want it to be with said Kryptonite. It could take decades for ya'll to meet again and it will feel like just yesterday that y'all were last together. All those feelings enshroud you and whatever it is you thought you were focusing on in your life, becomes but a blur because the one thing that was able to flip your world upside down, waltzed back into a life you were content with living for however long forever was promised by God.

There. Is. No. Cure. For. Kryptonite.

Four-leaf-moments

I've always trusted that every once in a while, God amuses himself by making our moments, days or months by shooting some excitement into our lives; you know, kinda to give us something to relay to our grandkids, excusing the mundane rat-race routine that'll probably be the foundation of "you need to study hard so that you can have a good life".

That fundamental conversation never quite made it to my cochlear, thus the free-spirit I am. I live for those "OH-MY-FUCKING-WORD" moments. You know, the ones you get when you look back at the epic day/night you just had and just smile. A friend of mine had one such night,  a few nights ago. It went a little like this:
Boy was roaming around The Mother City waiting for the clocks to strike 8 so that he could roll down to a Jean Grae and Pharoahe Monch gig (mind you, I expressed my utter jealousy at my not having being able to be in Cape Town). Anyway, so Boy went and chilled in front of said gig's venue and then came Girl who stepped up to him and asked him to accompany her to the shops nearby. The gentleman that he is walked Girl to the shops as as they "exchanged syllables and punctuations"and subsequently hung out together at the Hip Hop gig. He says that they really enjoyed that gig and when Pharoah and Jean were done, they chilled until the morning - listening to the DJ's spin some...CD's hey? Seeing as vinyls are being *gulp* wiped out.
This lead to a pizza-breakfast on Long Street, after which, Girl offered boy her couch so that he could get SOME shut-eye before he went home...which he politely accepted. Upon his waking up, Girl made some beats for Boy to rhyme over. Boy says that they were really dope beats and all they used was her Mac.
When he relayed this story to me, he had just left her place. So I asked him: "so, are you gonna see her again?" he said "I dunno"...which I followed on with: "do you want to"? And he came back with "She's 28, Mot!” I wasn't gonna argue with my 23 year old friend. He decided to leave it at that. As to whether they eventually did get together, I dunno. I just really liked his story.