I like Eminem's music. Its not about women with big assets, that shake what their momma's gave them and like to go to the candy shop. His music is real, chaotic and relates to life's frustrations. He's a critic of culture, someone who tells his story, admits his mistakes and seeks absolution from his music. And in a strange way, is conveying to other folks like him who are fighting for their dreams to fight on, because, in his words: "Success is the only motherfuckin' option."
In other news, I am going to New York in a couple of weeks. I will spend sometime with my friend Rachel who works for a top financial firm in the city. Rachel is inspired by ebonics, very much so. To give you an example, when we were talking about what we might want to do when I go to New York, she says "We should go clubbing. Everybody knows when I step in the club, bankers see me and want to show me love. Plus, you'll get to conversate with Wall Street playas, you can move in for the capture. " Except recognising that she lifted some of FrankieJ's lyrics, my response was "Whaaaaat? What does that mean?"
Rachel has always been an interesting person. She's not social, you wont find her on myspace or facebook. She's always had pretty mind boggling relationships; she's dating a MD (no, not the doctor kind) who's 38. She is 25. She tells me that I'm the only friend she's not gotten tired of (narcissistic bitch.) Her folks are loaded, but she hates them for substituting affection with money.
But to her credit, she is one of the few women you can actually have a conversation with, sans any stupid, lame or airheaded jibber jabber. Many times when I was at SC, when I needed someone to lean on, Rachel and I would go to Santa Monica pier late at night, listen to the waves crashing on the beach. She would be there as long as it took. She would listen, without judging or thinking anything. And she would always help when she could; when I was hospitalised in my Junior year (details withheld =P), she totally went into big sister mode and brought me food, took care of my prescriptions and hung out with me. Ashok was probably the only other guy who bothered to check-in.
We tried to date in college. After two dates, we decided to remain friends. I was too normal for her, she was too crazy/weird for me. And I think we realised that we were too valuable to each other to complicate matters. Relationships always do. We were poeple that matter to each other. She is one of the few real/good things in my life.
So when I go to New York, I'm going to join Rach and Bjarje (her Italian MD beau) and we'll fly to some place in the Caribbean. Bjarje is going to spend time there to finish off some huge real estate deal(s). Rach and I are just going to be extra luggage on his private jet and will hang with the locals, while he works. See, there's a reason to like her.
Once, a long time ago. Over a milkshake at Johnny Rockets, she told me; You have a hole in your soul. While that reminded me of the Aerosmith video and I vehemently protested being characterised as the mad scientist, she had touched a raw nerve. In a way, I find that people tend to disappoint me. It wasnt always this way, but as a loss alleviation strategy, I have become very reticent since my sophmore year (reasons undisclosed.) And she totally picked up on it. I told myself then that I have to concentrate on school, now I tell myself that I dont have time outside of work. Her theory is that I'm waiting to be rescued by Supergirl. This after I've learnt that I date women that are damaged and need rescuing, and found that nothing good comes out of it.
There's so much that I can be written about us, but for now, I'm happy in knowing that I'll see my baby blue in 2 weeks.
This is notoriouS signing off. Trying to save myself from cupid's automatic. Trying to build a bridge across the stream of my consciousness, that always seems to be flowing..
