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Second post for today.
 

I just read that a “boy” was playing with matches and accidentally started one of the fires that swept through Southern California, destroying thousands of acres of land, burned down 21 homes, and injured 14 people.

There’s talk about whether or not the “boy” should be punished; if so, how harshly; and should the parents also be held accountable.

I put “boy” in quotations because they haven’t said how old the kid is, so I’m not sure if he’s on the younger side or the older side.

In any case…

…here’s another reason why I question this whole parenthood thing. If you didn’t already know, I don’t have kids and don’t have the desire to give birth anytime soon.

 

A few people say that the boy’s parents are at fault as they should have told him about not playing with matches, and kept a better eye on their kid.
 

Others say that no matter how many times a parent tells their kid not to do something, kids will be kids, and they’ll do it anyway unbeknownst to their parents (we’ve all done it, right?).

Hell, when I was 8 years old, I backed my grandmother’s car into the neighbor’s fence. There are a million things to be thankful for in that situation, because I could’ve killed someone, done major damage to their house, hit another car, or even hurt myself. But fortunately, no one was hurt, and the neighbors were cool about it. They had planned on taking that fence down anyway, so they thanked me for the help.

But had the shit gone down for the worse, you better believe my mom (and even grandma) would’ve been feeling the ramifications of my actions. Why was this 8 year old in a car alone? Where were you? Didn’t you tell her that cars are not toys? And so on, and so on.

 
I say……its the risk of being a parent. Yeah kids are great and they bring you joy (I guess); but the fact remains that as a parent, you are not only responsible for your actions, but for your offspring’s as well. Sometimes your kid does things, things you told them not to do, and sometimes those things can get you into trouble. As long as the child is considered a minor, they are your burden to bear.

 

Tough.

 

 

This is SHESOPINIONATED.com,
and everyone is entitled to my opinion.

 

 

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When your friend’s man does wrong.

Can you forgive him? For her sake, if not your own?
 

People make mistakes, people change. He’s probably a better person today than he was before. If she finds it in her heart to forgive, can you?
 

Are there any conditions? Does he owe YOU anything? Is it any of your business?

 

 

I feel like this……

 

……I’d want the same (or similar) apology and explanation for his actions. Maybe I wouldn’t deserve it, maybe it would be askin’ for too much, but I’d want it all the same. I’d feel mislead and affected by his behavior. I’m someone who would (gladly) support the weight that he’d leave on her heart. So how bout when he wants it back?

Well thats nice. And I’d even welcome him back, but not without a fight. He’d need to convince me that he made some serious and unwavering changes in his mentality, that would prevent him from making the same mistake again. Because if it were to happen again……oh Lord if it were to happen again……he’d be limpin’ his sorry ass back to wherever he came from. If he’s lucky.

 

Point.blank.period.

That’s what I’d want.

 
What I wouldn’t want, is to make it any harder on my friend to move on with the life she wants; be it with him or otherwise. In that regard, I feel like I should back down if the situation arises, and just let them work it out for themselves. I’m sure it would be tough enough without my 2 dollars chippin in (cuz trust and believe, I’d have more than 2 cents to contribute).

 
No matter the outcome, I’d want her to know that I’m here.
I’m for her.
Forever, whenever, whatever.

 

 

This is SHESOPINIONATED.com,
and everyone is entitled to my opinion.

I’on have anything else to talk about (yet) so I’ll just tell yall about my weekend.

Friday after work, I came home and didn’t do shit. Why you ask? Because it was a damn monsoon outside. I refused to exit the comfortable confines of my home (yay, I have a home!). My friend wanted me to help her take out her braids that night, and I was all set to tell her that I was gonna have to take a rain check, cuz won’t no WAY I was goin’ outside. Thankfully, I didn’t even have to do all that, because she peeped game and told me not to bother.

Cool.

Instead I just did some straightening up in the apartment. Cleaned out some boxes, put together some organizers, put stuff IN the organizers, put the remaining boxes in their correct rooms, swept, mopped, ya know…shit like that. It was a good move, because my apt is that much more cozy.
 

Saturday……I didn’t leave my apt all day. Well, I walked to the store once (I love that I can just walk to get whatever I need), but that was about it. It was GREAT! I love doin’ nothing these days.

I got the 4th season of “The L Word” on DVD and proceeded to watch it (love that show), watched my school lose AGAIN in an exciting but disheartening football game, and flaunted my natural curly do’ for an unexpecting suitor. He practically tripped over himself and slipped on his drool while trying to get to me my hair. Sometimes, I think he only wants me for my hair. Needless to say, he liked it. A lot. (another check for the natural/curly side……but Lawd the maintenance).

 
Sunday……I slept. A lot. And it wasn’t my fault. But eventually, I made it to my friends house so we could hit the club to celebrate her birthday. The night started off great, drinks were flowin, we were havin a great time. Me not being a club person and having to be at work by dawn break the next morning, I was set to leave the spot “early” at 3am. Since I drove, I told the birthday girl to mount up so we could bounce. Her other friend said that she’d pay for their cab home so they could stay longer.

Cool.

I wished ‘em well, and went home. I get a call about an hr later from the other friend asking me if I had seen the birthday girl’s purse, because it was missing.

Oh hell.

I say naw. She had it with her when I left the club, I remember her asking the other friend to watch it so she could go to the bathroom (or walk around or somethin), I remember that person saying that they were gonna be standing somewhere else……yada, yada, yada……basically, I was on my way out the door so……I left it to them to work it out.

I get another call 20 min later, this time its the bday girl. Drunk and upset, because someone took her purse.

I gotta interject……shit like this is ALWAYS happening to her. She’s forever gettin drunk at a club and losing VITAL items that need special attention and are a bitch to replace. Then that brings a shitty end to everyones night, cuz we gotta console her and her hysterics. And she knows this. Reason 151 that we don’t do clubs like we used to.

So yeah, shitty end to her birthday. Broke, no house keys, no credit card, no money, no phone, nada. I told her she shoulda just left with me because her other friends are just as irresponsible as she is.

Speaking of irresponsibility……(to be continued)

This is SHESOPINIONATED.com,
and everyone is entitled to my opinion.

Somethin’ ain’t quite……

Someone told me that “I’m not right.”

I asked them what that means.

They said that I’m always staring off into space……like somethin’ isn’t quite right with me.

I asked them if they were calling me crazy.

They said no, but its like I’m not always in my right mind.
 

(ummm……isn’t that another way of saying……nevermind)

……i DO do this a lot.

I’m a pensive person.
Always thinkin’.
Always.

 
What can I say?

I have a beautiful mind.

This is SHESOPINIONATED.com,
and everyone is entitled to my opinion.

*reference this previous post*
 

Eh, what the hey, right?

***RRRRINNNNGGGG***

“Hello?”

*female voice - aww shit*

 
Hi, may I speak with Ricky please?

 

Who?

*aww hell*

 
Ricky?

 

What? Rica? Who is this?

 

Ric-ky. May I speak with Ri-ck-y?

 

OH. No, he’s not here.
 

*was that his mom?*

 

delete contact.

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This WAS gonna be the end of my post, but I got an update before I could post it.

Yeah, so the other guy mentioned in the referenced post called me (cuz like I said, I wasn’t callin’ him).
 

*sidenote*: I’m so glad I set up my phone to ring differently when foreign numbers call me. Makes life SO much easier *end sidenote*

 
This conversation was……special. Like, short yellow bus special.

***RRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG***

Hello?

Hi, can I speak with B?

Speaking.

Hey, this is Marley.  

*as he slurs his words……he sounds slow
is he drunk?*

Oh hey, wassup.

Hey, ummm, I got your name and number in my phone, but I can’t remember where I met you.

wow.

Oh really? That’s pretty deep.

Yeah, I know that’s a bad start, but I can’t really place you. Can you tell me where we met? I know it’ll come back to me.

*just play along B*

 
We met at the karaoke bar the other night.
 
OH! Were we chattin over in the corner?
 
Nope, that was somebody else.
 
Oh, my bad. Dang, I’m really messin up huh? Can you tell me some more?

*sigh, eyeroll*

 
We were standing near the front, you were talking to me and my friend about your birthday party.

Oh yeah, YEAH! See, now I remember.

Mmmhmmm. Do you always call people you don’t remember?

Well I’m a promoter, so I’m always getting phone numbers and stuff. But I had put an asterisk by your name, so I had to give you a call. I know you gotta be somethin’ special.

*spits out water*

 
Oh word? I got the asterisk, eh? LOL, ok.

Yeah. So, ummm, man, I messed up already, huh?

Yeah, I’d say so.

Awww, I’m sorry. But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.

*snort - ha……ha……bwahahahaha*

 

I wonder what he has in mind.

keep contact. for now.

This is SHESOPINIONATED.com,
and everyone is entitled to my opinion.