Tonight the wife and I were laying in bed flipping channels. We were both in a trance between HGTV and something on MTV. Subconsciously.It’s Saturday night. Nothing much to get into really. We ate linner–late lunch early dinner and somehow we ended up naked in bed afterwards. I woke up craving for ice cream. So after tossing the idea around we got up and headed to Atlantic Station because last time we were there we found this killer ice cream shop. Killa! This place is the business for real. They have everything under the sun. So we dropped in and ran into Jazmine Guy(weird huh?). She was looking quite thin and let’s just say that she is not aging well. (sorry Whitley!)
Anyway, after we got our sundae (kickboxing 4 days this week so we earned them thank-you-very-much) we decided to sit outside and people watch. While we sat there I realized why I stopped going to to Atlantic Station on the weekend especially at night. It was like watching high school all over again. Everybody wanted and had to be seen. I swear we saw three Bentleys in a span of 10 minutes! We both think Bentley had a weekend sale or something. Stage left—Boys huddled in a group staring HARD at every woman that walked by including my wife. (Move around boys she’s with me. Thank you!) Stage right—girls dressed to the nines to walk around a strip mall and act like they were not checking for boys. Atlantic station is a strip mall people. There is no reason for the prom dresses and couture-esque fashion shows. Gotta love Atlanta boy! After we left we rolled down Peachtree on the way home and again act II started. Scene! Boys hanging out there cars looking HARD at every female in cars going the opposite way. Overdressed girls entertaining the boys in shiny rimmed up cars. Loud booming systems. I’m amazed that 20 years later 808s in cars are still cool. It was going out night. People were in line to head into bars. Waiting in lines. As we sat in bumper to bumper traffic I started to think about how pathetic all this activity looked to me. Then I started to realize that subconsciously most of the people out looking for that connection to something or someone. Everybody is simply just trying to be a part of something with somebody. Everybody is looking and searching for that connection with another person/people. Whether that connection is permanent, real, or substantial is another point and another post. But at the end of the day, we all want something with someone that connects us. This connection reminds us of who we are and gives us a sense of purpose.
I look at all these people out on the weekends just searching reminded how I would never be at home on the weekend. Why? I was searching and not necessarily consciously. It made me grateful that my purpose has been defined and my connection has been found. We subconsciously forget our past and lose perspective of our present.
My present is 2am and the night has officially slipped into the next day. My wife is sitting in her favorite chair finishing up a project for her class. We have a comfortable sofa about 3 feet away and I end up on the floor at her feet subconsciously being close while keeping myself busy on my laptop. We talk for a few minutes. Silence. Go get me some water. Water. Kiss. Back to our laptops. Baby, you sleepy? Not yet. I need to shower, but I’m waiting on her. Subconsciously. I show her something that is cracking me up on Youtube. We laugh. I go to the restroom and she asks me not to stay gone too long. Maxwell’s new one is playing in the background. I take a look at her project. She is almost finished. Looks good bay. I make my suggestions (I mean do presentations for a living, remember?). Uh-oh she’s singing. I’m laughing because she has the deepest baritone singing voice. Cracks me up every time. Now we want another snack…Cheetos? We are soo bad but we have kickboxing tomorrow afternoon. Sooo are we about to go on another run?
3am and we’re about to hit the streets—subconsciously conscious.
