Home is where the Hatred is

Everyone, I would again like to apologize for my long absence. I just got back to Detroit today, and after a long Finals week (which I barely survived), I was just really tired. My mind wasn't focused on what it should have been. But, I'm back now, and hopefully still with your attention. I want to start by displayin' the beautiful gifts I received for Christmas from my bay. With the distance between us, we have to exchange early. Before the semester ends. I loved them. Pretty much everything I asked for, and it wasn't even about the physical gifts themselves, it was more about her willingness to make me happy in the ways she does. I really appreciate all the things she does for me, above and beyond the monetary value of anything in the picture. Although, she has helped me out so much with these things. The Audacity of Hope written by our President-Elect Barack Obama, I asked for because the man is a true role model and a testament to the fact that, indeed, we can do anything we put our minds to. Also, readin' his book will help me form the structure of a book I want to write. 808s & Heartbreak by Kanye West. I haven't listened to it all the way just yet, but I can't to listen and love it, so I can review it, and shove his talent down the throats of his haters and megacritics. Also, I just appreciate good/great music. I have been blessed to understand the difference, and even though its harder to find that now-a-days, its a true pleasure when I do. The Dark Knight, one of the best movies I've ever watched. That goes beyond comic-movies, Batman movies, or anything. Simply, one of the best movies I've ever watched. I don't think I can stress that enough. Just wait 'til I get to watch it with all the extended features and extra footage. Hours of time to myself right there. Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe is the new installment of the Mortal Kombat franchise. Technically, Mortal Kombat 8 if you're countin'. Anyway, despite what review say, I'm havin' hella fun playin' already. I didn't want to put down the joystick. The story was gettin' good, and I was eager to see what was goin' to happen next. Plus, gettin' to beat up Superman with Batman in a realistic way is a great concept in and of itself. The card she gave me was beautiful. Her words really touched me, which made openin' it first, not only polite, but well worth it. It is just as important to me as anything else she gave me. I want to thank you again bay. Everything was beautiful. I hope you enjoy your Baby Phat outfit, with your new purse, while bumpin' your new Beyonce' cd (Had to throw in what I bought her lol!).



Now, the thought provokin' part of today's conversation. Home is where the hatred is:

My Way Home (Feat. Common) - Kanye West
Since the last time I was in Detroit (a couple of weeks ago), I had been thinkin' about how I felt about it. And honestly, I was down because things around me just don't seem like home anymore. My room may still be there, and my family, but a home is more than that. A home is more than a place to stay, its a place of my affections. I feel like I may have turned my back on my city, and in turn, it's grown cold. It's changed a bit, and that small bit seems so unfamiliar to me now. Family members have grown since I've last seen them. It was only a few months, but everyday, growth and maturity happens, and I hope in the course of that they learned something new. I hope that my absence will be used as a way to show them what decisions they should make in their lives, and how to somewhat avoid the bad ones. The major difference between this trip and the last is that my father is back from California this time. It's bittersweet to see him back because we've grown so far apart recently. There's no animosity between us, but it's just weird that your father is "that guy" in California. I would never make assumptions about his absence, but I'm not stupid. I like to think of myself as a pretty intelligent young man, I would hope to be treated like that. But, I won't speculate on anything specific. I told my moms that I didn't want to ask him for anything, because I didn't care if he came back. I didn't. So after sittin' down and talkin' with him for an hour or so, I realized that I wasn't as mad at him for leavin' as I was for just how awkward he seems to make things sometimes. Like, it's difficult to understand what kind of situation is goin' on in this house. I talk to mama, and I talk to daddy, yet I don't know if they are even a family. I've seen this a lot and I understand that they are adults, I am too. But, it's hard because I grew up a mama's boy, who was spoiled by both parents, and my only memories are of all of us close and happy. So now that I can see clearly, it's a difficult to adjust my feelings. I'm sure as I grow and get used to it, things will be better. After talkin' with you all, I feel better about the situation. I still don't feel at home, but I'll take stayin' at the house until God handles things in my favor.


Well everyone, it's cold outside, so wrap up. I'm in Detroit, so it you're here, then I'm here. I will be back with more to talk about soon. Reviews, thoughts, and answering any questions you may have with the The Gentleman Perspective. Until next time, be good, and don't be a failure.