boredom + Walmart = random purchases

I copped Faith Evans’ book. Don’t laugh, ok go ahead. It wasn’t that bad. I read it in my work commute literally, I read the first part on the way to work and finished it before I got off.

I’m not going to write a review about it but I will say this. I saw a lot of myself in Faith. The huge mistakes I used to make with men. I used to love hard with reckless abandon, just jumping in head first and throwing caution to the wind. Giving so much love to those who didn’t deserve it. Faith had it bad. She lost control of her own marriage for that same reason. I never had a 2 month courtship that led to marriage like her but in my early 20s I was engaged. I was brought back to the days when I would let the butterfly mushyness fill my head and heart with visions of happily ever after. The beautiful love songs of her first album now had a backstory.

It was a quick read, not really thought provoking but it did put me in a time machine and I saw myself back when I was heartbreak kid.

One of my favorite Faith songs and she said she wrote this saying the things she wished Big would say to her, now I look at it in another light.