I like trap music. And I love Dateline. Not that the two are related although I’m sure if I reach for that shit like a pack of Oreos on the top shelf, I could make the connection…
Ok, wait…Let me start over.
I like trap music. And I love Dateline. But at the start of this year, I decided to do away with them both.
And not just because I found myself doing strange things, like practicing jiggling body parts that quite frankly, at my age, jiggle on their own and not in the good way. Or side-eyeing folks that I know have dead bodies in their trunks because their FB profile picture looks like it belongs in a Dateline photo montage.
But because I am making a conscious decision to consider what I feed my soul before I sit down to a smorgasbord of pop culture madness. I once heard said that every single thing we eat is either curing or killing our bodies slowly. If the same applies to our souls, what is the impact of all of the “junk food” we expose ourselves to?
What if it’s true…what if all that shit we see on TV or social media or hear in the music we love or the people we interact with is either curing or killing our souls?.