Happy belated New Year, everyone! I hope that 2006 finds you healthy in all aspects and that your resolutions (if you set any, I know I didn’t) come to fruition. It seems like Christmas and New Year have offset my routine just a little bit. You all know that usually I would sit down and spill my thoughts out at night, but for some reason, I find myself compelled to get up in the morning and expound while enjoying a cup of coffee. Although, today I had pancakes, turkey bacon, scrambled eggs and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. But does it really matter? Who’s keeping track of this anyway? Now that we have all of the niceties and small talk out of the way, let’s get down to the nitty gritty. Let me begin by saying that I’m a little ticked off with the people who read my blog. What I’m upset about is nothing major or is it new. It’s actually something that I’m guilty of myself but I promise to correct if y’all will do the same. Some time ago (Today’s Reflection – 12/17/2005: second paragraph) I made a big deal over the fact that I wasn’t receiving, in my eyes, an adequate amount of blog comments. Some of my entries haven’t even commented on. And for that special little someone who always has something negative to say, SHUT THE HELL UP! I’m not whining, I just like feedback. We can’t all have the emotional depth and human warmth of a pet rock, now can we? Now, I’m not asking for long, exasperated monologues about your feelings on a certain subject, just a little glimmer of light that lets me know that my word are reaching somebody. Honestly, if I wanted to keep my thoughts to myself and not get someone else’s point of view, I would write in a journal instead. But enough about that. For now…

I was reading a friend’s blog earlier and something she wrote hit home with me. “When you love, exactly what should be excluded from your heart? What part of your actions should no longer exist? Or should everything remain the same just in moderations? Should you be able to do, see, feel or behave as you choose?” That got me to thinking and it made me read on and something else caught my attention. “You know I hear the statement “We are human and we make mistakes” well how many mistakes are we allowed to make? Can we continue to make them over and over and over again on the strength of knowing the person who walks with you will forgive and always be there? Simply because, you are human?” Now my first instinct was to reply instantly and spin my words right off the top of my head. But the left side of my brain stepped in and I realized that a blog entry of my own would be much better. But I am gonna reply to hers later. But back to the reason I’m writing this. At that time, I felt like I had enough ammo to bang out a nice blog entry until I came across this quote. “If Love Isn’t A Game then why are there so many Players” That right there was the straw that broke the camel’s back. So now I finally had enough in my head to begin writing. So, I have a few questions and I want everyone who reads this to seriously take the time and answer it. Why do we play games with each other? Why do we feel it’s okay to lie to each other about the most insignificant things? Why do we say we want one thing and go after another? Usually I would direct this at women, but today I gotta call men out too. We are guilty of some of the same things we blame women for. Hell, some of us are guilty of a lot more! I’m not gonna go into details right now, as a matter fact I’m gonna cut myself short, but I want to know what y’all think! So get back at me!