A while back, I wrote some really dope shit about various parts of the human body metaphorically representing different parts of the human psyche. I never really got any feedback on this material, as it was a "bonus" of sorts in my third self-published collection, Babylon Songs. There was more concept that I didn't put in print, much less write; the Achilles heel concept however, was pretty solid, and I think...I did place it in there (not sure). Essentially, the Achilles heel represents our greatest weakness(es), which everybody has at least one of. For many, it's usually one of the seven deadly sins with a contemporary spin. Not many folks are doing opium, like back in Ancient China at least, but folks are still cracked out, and heroine is coming back hard. That's what I mean by contemporary. You have greed, vanity (pride), sloth, envy, sloth, anger (rage), and lust. Then there are the different ways to mix them up, like infidelity with your crack hoe girlfriend...you get the point. Shit, your Achilles Heel may be food, but you got one got damnit.
Mine, is women. I love getting to know women on the basic levels...learning the way they think...pushing their buttons (the good and bad ones). And the only problem with all that is, I find so many things to fall in like with. The way a woman words things, her walk, her ingenuity, her eyes, how she can look at you when she's pissed off or turned on, smooth skin, lips, how they form words, the small things she does for self that most folks won't even notice...like paint her toes and never intend to wear open toe shoes. The way a woman's mind works is...
...and as intelligent as I know myself to be, my mind can still go to mush around a pretty woman. Don't let her have her shit together, too boy! See, HISTORICALLY, when I'm open off of a woman, I'm OPEN. I'm vulnerable on so many levels, and sometimes she won't even know, because that's just another level of vulnerability to deal with. All this to say, I’m digging this one chick a bit much…some of which is superficial (her body is killer AND she looks GOOD…in fact, she’s got the type of shit that might get a brotha in some confrontations over dues who don’t know how to act (which ain’t my style at all))…but much of which is founded on some real shit. We have similar interests. She’s very goal oriented and multi-talented, which does interest me, mainly because I’m capable in a few areas myself. My one saving grace is I’m not going to put myself out there and she doesn’t read this journal.
I truly dig her, but I’m not trying to really holla at anybody right now…but I’d smash in a heartbeat. Which is crude (Lord I hope she doesn’t read this), but we are creatures of the flesh. To be honest, I’d been seeing her for about a year and a half at least, and I was immediately attracted to her on the physical level. It’s almost like starving and seeing one of your favorite dishes roll by you every day on the a la carte tray…of course you want a stab at it. But, to be balance, shorty seems to be a good person with a good temperament and head on her shoulders. Dangerous combo when she looks as good as she does… Which is why it’s kind of hard to believe she isn’t conceited…at least from what I can see in the three weeks or so that I’ve known her.
Long story short…do I need this in my life right now?
PS- Funny thing is, she may not even be remotely interested…ha…that’s the funny thing about social relations. Ha…I said relations.