Blowing My High

"You're blowing my high" is a popular euphemism that some people have adopted as their mantra when they're caught off-guard and must respond to pettiness. According to it's literal sense, it would suggest that one person is refraining another person from appreciating his/her's current inebriation with unnecessary chatter, physical movement, and drama.

When you hear "current inebriation" you automatically assume tipsiness from the wine or a buzz from the 'jet fuel.' But you can have a natural high as well. You can be high off the fact you got a new job, you can be high off of getting a promotion, you can be high off your moment of clarity and the last thing you need is someone intentionally trying to "humble" you with negative energy (i.e. your buddy saying something personally hurtful or sabotaging your blessing because your swag is on a hundred, thousand, billion).

But that sounds like more of a hater to me. When you "blow someone's high" , you're describing a transfer of energy. One source sucking up and depleting the energy of another, not to be confused with any parasitic analogies. The truth of the matter is, most of the perpetrators are innocent and they have no idea what their doing. Being the loquacious person that I am, I appreciate a good conversation but I've never professed to be a big phone person. So when we're "wrapping up" on the phone Great Grandma, don't try to extend the convo with 3 extra minutes of small talk and pauses. That's blowing me! When I get back to the crib from a long day, sometimes I don't want company. Not to be rude, but I don't feel like expending energy trying to be hospitable. Ive been servicing moe'foes all day now I have to deal with you?!?! That's blowing my high!

Maybe this is much ado about nothing and not worth the mention, but sometimes small things really blow me (*repressing Michael Scott voice)as well. And in my lifetime small things are crumbs from "Bitchassness" bread. Not the actual small thing itself, "but the principalities Smokie". I'm too anal (*Hush Michael!) and internalize things to death, and that "Bitchassness" trait really blows me. Trying to compete, battle and argue about every little thing? That's blowing my high. "You got it son." Are you really looking up stats and calling people up to prove something that has no significant implication or meaning in the bigger picture? Like a good writer friend of mine asks, "What does it profit?"

Anyway my comrades, the moral of the story is don't overwhelm people with all the extra energy. We have to learn to be more discreet. It's ok to be explosive and be your natural self, but it's also a time to fall back and be Freezer-Box-Ice-Cold. Take the initiative to recognize when someone is in their own zone or space then you shouldn't tamper. Don't be that person sobering up the mood, unless you're driving of course!