Hey ladies and gents. I don't have no fancy title to come up with for this post, cause I'm in a state of contemplation, and I absolutely can't stand it.

I get to thinkin about shit that's far beyond my control, and it just leaves me feelin some kind of way...well, feelin a bit depressed.

For about the past week or so, I ended up finding a couple of exes (not on some stalker type shit), and discovering they have things goin on on their lives that make them happy (or so it seems anyway).

I always hear folks say exes are that for a reason. I almost question that statement for simple fact that what if one, just one of those exes maybe wasn't meant to be one? Just knowing that I'm an ex to someone, makes me wonder was I ever really a good enough person to have even remotely reached the Mrs. status. But I already know the answer to that unfortunately. *thumbs down*

When I hear that Jill Scott song "My Love" off her Vol.3 album, I get exactly what she's sayin. To sum it up, she says even though you call yourself happy with another person, deep down you still got me on the brain, so stop frontin! That's the same shit I want to tell some of my exes. But how that would play out, wouldn't go over too well, so I leave well alone.

So here's a question I wanna leave with y'all, and if you wanna leave some feedback and strike up intellectual convo, feel free: Have u ever had an ex that was on the brain constantly, but you choose to front and act like they don't exist, until you end lookin them dead in the face one day, and vice versa?

Until next post,
Peace & Blessings,
Untouched Jewel

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