"I am a private person; I think that's important if you're an actor. But there's a difference between privacy and secrecy, and I'm not a secretive person."
Andrew Scott
Just two days ago, we celebrated an African American legend. A day was set aside in this great nation to honor him as the world either joined in or looked on at the observance. The paradox of it all, was that we as a people were somewhat still embroiled in the throes of our uncommonality. Yet hopefully, in the deep recesses of our very being, somewhere deep inside of us all. We do want to uphold whatever is deemed right and good. The right we crave might not be defined by religion, politics, economical status, geographical location or personal identity. Yet there is an innate realization in an unseared conscience that when we see what works and is likely to guarantee success and peace in the end, we embrace it.
I saw so many quotes from Dr. Martin Luther King that I had never seen or heard before. Strangely enough, the most prevalent of these was: "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that..." And I thought to myself, do we really believe that? Do we really want darkness driven out and if so what was the light that would do it. Did we require a resplendent display of heroism in each person everyday and every hour, or would a weekly, a monthly and a lifetime of little right acts suffice. A personal contribution to the common good so to speak. Are we aware that the 'fly buzzing in our neighbours yard intends to buzz in ours the next day if not swatted with dilligence or the hyper-display of a drama queen', (you are welcome).
In Dr. King, we saw a sincerity, an integrity and a willingness to affect the world he dwelt in with good. No he was not perfect, for no human being is. This much we all know and agree that on his wake and as far as he was involved, darkness was very much uncomfortable. The humanity in all of us (excluding evil, depraved and deranged psychopaths) appreciate and honor that kind of rectitude.
On that note of dispelling darkness, I could not say the same for muscle man last night. It was a scary and tight situation that had me and 'black swan' wedged between closing subway car doors and an immovable Hercules. Squashed breathless! We (the ballerina and I) almost blacked out in the darkness of compression. Oh for a stronger one to have shown up with shining light and shown out this oppressive bully. All I could imagine was Madea beating him down with her pocketbook. So what if it was rush hour? Give these girls a break. Anyway as I helped 'black swan' (who was hardly) soothe her throbbing ribs, I felt good that this present evil of pushing and shoving had fled. Or has it?
Phew! Where did that all come from? Sounded like someone needed to vent. Anyway, in the spirit of all things commendable and avoidable... Now back to the real purpose of this blog. Here is the reason I came to talk to you all. Please come closer (writer sips tepid tea and grins). So, I just wanted to say a big thank you for being there for me. You have been an amazing element of healing and direction as I weekly spilled my haunting issues and fractured the shackles that confined my creative skeleton. I appreciate that a lot, I really do. If it were not for your 'voltronic' bravado, I could have ended up in the next galactic ship back to my planet with just six toes to my name. But I am still here, relish that.
So a couple of weeks ago, I started getting these horrendous calls boasting of having all my information. Now for a minute, I did the natural NYC thing of ignoring them. Yes we New Yorkers have the gift of walking by someone doing cartwheels in the buff, while a chihuahua plays the tambourine for them and not even flinch. I used to stop and gawk at the most ludicrous and risible sights known to man on the streets of New York. Only to be either trampled or straddled by an irritated and hurtling crowd. Once I tried to test the streets with my own level of stupidity. I decided to dance to my monologue, hoping they would walk on by in utter indifference. Not so. A crowd formed in less than three minutes and they were all clapping and laughing, asking for more. Why me??
So anyways, back to the harrassing calls. Initially, I thought I just did not have the time to entertain telemarketers or swindlers. Then after six calls, it escalated to an extortion. At this point, I was like; tell me you are not trying to extort my hustle. Can you imagine such dimness? Why not call Oprah for crying out loud. So as I started to piece together the puzzle, to best define what I had on my hands. I let you in on some of my predicament last week and the calls stopped! Thankfully, not before I saw an apparition of some of the bandits behind the shakedown. A liason of sorts.
I tried back the numbers so I would have something to report back to you, but it was as if it never happened. So I decided to auction of the numbers from the device. I mean why should I hold on to them if they do not need it (the perpetrators ie). And hey, someone out there might need new numbers. So ladies and gentlemen here are the offending digits:
1-585-243-6636, 1-585-243-8520, 1-585-321-2018, 1-585-287-9383/82.
Feel free to call the number any day anytime, that is what they did to me. And who knows, they may like your voice better than mine.
Happy talking and thanks for stopping by. #Buzzfeed-er
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