on being misunderstood...

My bad over (1) the long delay and (2) the weak ninjas blog. What can you really expect after the Subway rant? It's like going to bat after Babe Ruth.

However, to my millions of fans, yes, I'm still alive. A lot has happened since April. To sum it up in one sentence I basically: finished law school, did the bar exams, moved (hello to the Bulldog!), and am now currently looking for work.

Which is the perfect lead-in to the subject line. Looking for a job in what seems to be an exclusive business can be a real hit to the ego. It reminds me of that old song:

"Sign, sign, everywhere a sign

Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind

Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign"

Considering I know I'm not a dummy, sometimes I wonder why I have all these "signs" keeping me out while letting others in. Needless to say, a lot of soul searching has been going on.

So in my need to rationalize these sort of things, I think maybe I'm just misunderstood. You wonder if it's a generational thing or a cultural, socio-economic-whatever.

"And the sign said anybody caught trespassin' would be shot on sight

So I jumped on the fence and-a yelled at the house, "Hey! What gives you the right?"

I think to myself that perhaps I'm that trespasser being excluded in the last bastion of old-world economic domination. But in the end, I'm not the one being misunderstood but I'm the one misunderstanding. If for whatever reason some of these pricks don't feel me then, so be it. It's truly irrelevant because I can't control what others think, only what I do.

"So I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign

I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me. I'm alive and doin' fine."

So that there's an open letter to the legal profession, to all my doubters and everyone looking for me to fall. I am misunderstood, but at the same time don't doubt the talent. Redemption's in the results. No matter all the shit you pile on someone, don't ever doubt they can come back.

Free Ron Artest.