Stay tuned, yo.
Regarding my decision to cut the interview short last weekend, that question was off-limits, and my management let them know that beforehand. I have been doing this for a long time, but antics like that make me not grant any interviews. It was irrelevant to the topic (it had nothing to do with anything we were discussing). I have been receiving a lot of communication, wondering why I shut things down so abruptly. I have never watched the film. She sent it to my mother before its release (which showed her kindness and was a lovely gesture, but that is who she is). My mother wanted us to watch it together, but I never felt the need to. Was there some trepidation? Perhaps. I tell my mother everything, we discuss everything. That is the way it has always been. But I never wanted to watch it – there is the answer. My mother eventually watched it alone and said, “You should watch it.” She said nothing more. I did not know how to take that because she would tell me exactly how she felt, and with this, she did not. It has been a long time, and I have never seen it. “Her” and I are great. She is one of the most caring people I know (and she still shows it to me publicly but subtly). She knows I prefer my anonymity/privacy, and I am thankful for her preservation even when doing press for the project. I am VERY proud of her recent accomplishments and the direction and path SHE has chosen, unlike the industry choosing on her behalf. I moved on. I left being in the public eye long ago. It is uncomfortable to have pictures taken (because I was with her) when I choose to remove that from my life. She has a unique ability to handle it all well. I have never uttered a negative word about her; why would I? I have no reason to (and it is not who I am – it is not in me). It is not in her either. I respect that so much about her. Some things in life do not work out. I thank her for being kind and mature enough to show me respect in such a genuine manner. On her day of celebration, she called to ask how I was. She never once uttered a word about her fantastic achievement. Her only concern was for me. And that is who she has always been. I will root for her always. But just as she was and is respectful of my desire for privacy, I will never publicly speak of it. I hope that answers the many inquiries once and for all.
UPDATE: SUPERCROSS is at Oracle Park in San Francisco tomorrow (Saturday, January 13, 2024). Stop by the SEVEN setup. Cheer on the sponsored riders. Have a good time. Bring an umbrella! Tickets are still available. If you cannot make it to the track, watch it on:
San Francisco TV & Streaming
Qualifying Live
Tomorrow (Saturday, January 13, 2024) - 12:00 PM PST
Peacock
Night Show Live
Tomorrow (Saturday, January 13, 2024) - 5:30 PM PST
Peacock
Night Show (Re-air)
January 14 - 11:00 AM PST
NBC
And now, back to our original post:
I am always rooting for Mookie. I got my first bike at 5 (or 6 - a Suzuki JR50). Rode raced and won numerous championships. I had to leave it behind because of music (contractual obligations). Tomorrow (Saturday, January 6, 2024) is exciting – the first race of the Supercross season. If you cannot make it in person to Anaheim, tune into the race on Peacock and USA (Re-air on January 7 on NBC). My prediction for the 450 win is Jettson, or Kenny. Jo Shimoda (love Jo), in the 250 class (but do not sleep on Levi).
Good luck, Mookie (no bias; the kid deserves it all).
As I get older, I often wonder if a love affair (never an affair) is the answer. Love [always seems to] end(s); at least, in our present world, it does. Is there anything wrong with enjoying the moment for however long it lasts without further expectation? Those moments in which you fall asleep and wake smiling at the thought of someone else and hope/wait to hear from them each day. How long does that last? Perhaps the problem with love (in the present) is the idea that forever is quite often an unrealistic dream. A wise person once told me an extraordinary truth: most love the idea of planning the wedding so much they never think about what comes after (the marriage). Some plan their weddings for months, sometimes years, pouring their creativity, resources, and identity into a perfect fairytale fantasy. They pin all their hopes and dreams on what they expect will be a once-in-a-lifetime event. After the glow wears off, they can feel let down. But you can have something extraordinary – it just may not last forever. I often wonder if that feeling or joy of new love should have a time limit so that it does not end in heartache, resentment, pain, or anger. Sure, you might miss me, but the missing will be enveloped only in fond memories. Which of the two is sadder? So at 2, 3, 6 months, a year, or two years, you (and I) decide to end what is still (very much) love and adoration. It is a fleeting thought. But would you rather have heartache from despising who someone has become (always lesser in your eyes) or from missing them?
I suppose I would choose the latter.
Conceivably, that has been the answer all along. To let yourself go, to fall. Even if only for a brief moment in your life. And you decide to end it when the feeling is still present. You will hurt and miss, but is that not better than despise? I do not know. I wholeheartedly believe in the holiness and sanctity of marriage. But it does not seem to last as long as my parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents anymore. To reflect fondly on time together and the painted picture of what you want the other person to remember of you. Maybe that is love now. And I would instead feel and experience someone, if only for a brief and blissful moment in my life, than think we will love one another forever, only to find heartbreak eventually.