I recently had an epiphany while watching The Ofrah Show. Yep. You read that right. Ofrah strikes again.
Confession #1 I don't care what you think, I likes me some Oprah. I think we have a lot in common, and if Gayle hadn't have beaten me to it, I'm pretty sure I could have been her right-hand-BFF. I like that she isn't afraid to say what she thinks. I like that she isn't afraid to be Christian on TV. Secretly, sometimes I pretend that I, too, am rich beyond my wildest dreams and want for nothing. What? You don't do that?
So, I will admit that on this occasion, I only watched because I couldn't find anything else on TV, and was looking to just veg out in front of the tv one night after getting the kids to bed.
I skeptically turned on her interview with 50 Cent, or as I now like to call him, Fitty. After spending this 60 minutes minus all of the commercials that I fast forwarded through (thank you DVR, you are the most fabulous invention EVAAAR!), which equated to approximately 38 minutes in real life.....
I discovered that I may actually be Fitty's long lost, super white, slightly younger twin sister!!!!!!
Yes, you read that right. I know, I know, you didn't even know he HAD a slightly younger twin sister. But, IT'S MEEEEEE!!!!! I mean, I even was a choir nerd in school! Coincidence? Me thinks not!
Here's the deal. I went into this thinking he was just another rapper who talks about killing people and doing drugs. You know, like Snoop Dogg only handsome instead of super skinny, cracked out and wearing ponytails that only a 5 year old little girl playing double dutch should wear. Anyhoo, I hadn't ever honestly given Fitty the time of day. He is a good looking guy, I'll give him that. Other than that, didn't know much about him.
About 10 minutes into the interview, it occurred to me that he isn't anything like the Fitty I thought I knew. Who knew he was intelligent, well-spoken and Christian? Not this girl, I can promise ya that! Raised by his grandma, he is not allowed to curse in her house. He rubs her feet and paints her toenails for her because her feet swell. His favorite snacks, which she keeps on hand at all times for when he drops in unexpectedly? Cheese and crackers and cranberry juice. You're smiling, aren't you? Admit it.
He explained that there are two people within him: Curtis Jackson and 50 Cent. When Ofrah asked him about his lyrics and why he portrays himself in such a way as Fitty that is so unlike the Curtis that she was interviewing, he made a really poignant point. I was shocked. I was actually LEARNING something. He said he didn't understand why an actor can play a murderer or rapist and everyone boasts about their ability to really take on their character. But, as a musician, you can do the same thing and take on a role through your music, but people assume that that is who YOU are...
Hmmm, I thought. Never really thought about that.
And then, he started talking about his regrets. About how while he had been a drug dealer, he hadn't actually DONE drugs. He simply used them as his way to survive and thrive in his neighborhood. How he wished he hadn't chosen that as his path, but that he didn't know any better then. But, as a whole, he couldn't really regret it, because it made him who he was.
I could relate to that. Though I can't say I would jump up and down and shout "Pick Me, Pick Me" like Donkey in Shrek if God asked for volunteers to have another sick child..... I wouldn't change my past. I wouldn't ever change my experience with Ty, or the painful journey that brought me here today. All of that pain, all of that perserverence, made me who I am today. I wouldn't wanna re-live it, but I wouldn't want to change it either. I'm very conscious of where I have been, because it makes me appreciate where I am. Essentially, that's what Fitty had to say about his past, too. Hmmmm......I was starting to actually LIKE this guy.
And then he said it. The thing that actually made me rewind and listen to it again. (again, thanks DVR. You rock) He was talking about his relationship with God. He said if there was one thing he has learned, it's that you should EITHER WORRY, OR PRAY. But don't do both. What message does that send to God????
Holy crap. What did he just say? I rewound and listened again. Yup, I heard it right. I couldn't believe it. I had an Oprah Ah-Hah moment with Fitty! I am a big pray-er. I'm also a big worry wart. While I fully believe in God's plan and His ability to handle things, I often worry that His plan and my plan may not be the same....and then I just get all caught up in worry. I'm a worrier, it's what I do.
When my brotha from anotha motha, Curtis Jackson, said this about either worrying or praying, but don't do both, it just hit me. I couldn't believe he said it. I couldn't believe it fell out of HIS face. I just learned something from Fitty Cent!
I had no idea he and I had so much in common. He said things about his faith and his relationship with God that I swear to you could have come straight from MY mouth. I'm actually working on a rough draft of matching tattoos that the two of us can get. I'm thinking a little heart with each other's names, on our upper arms. You know, sort of like the Best Friends necklaces from back in the day? Yeah, I'm confident he will TOTALLY be in when I send him the sketch. We will probably go together to get them so we can make sure they match. We'll have coffee together, maybe lunch. He's not gonna believe how much we have in common. I'm thinking of even buying his cd. You know, so I can make sure I'm up on it before we hang out. That way it won't be weird if they are playing it in the tattoo parlor while we are there. A sister should know her brother's lyrics. I'm sure he is gonna want me in the front row at his concerts now.
So...I'm checking on changing my name. Jennifer Jackson has a nice ring to it. It's possible. I could have that skin disorder like Michael Jackson. Oh, SOB, we even have the same last name! It's TOTALLY possible. I am just pale. OMG, it's all making sense! I mean, I'm sorry, but Paris Jackson doesn't look anything like Michael Jackson and she is HIS kid....so, I'm just sayin!
From now on, I'd prefer to be called Jennifer Jackson, or in the words of Janet.....
Miss Jackson if you're nasty!
I'll remember you all when I'm famous. Really, I will.
So, there you have it kids. My lesson of the week, learned from my long lost brother:
Either worry or pray. But don't do both. :)
I tooooootally see the resemblence now that I know. Don't you????????
i always liked me some fifty cent.
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