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Oh how I love it when T.I. tells me I can have whatever I liiiiike. Makes me feel all warm & tingly inside. Comforts me like a big, plush blankee.

“You want it, I got it, go get it, I buy it”

Mmmmmm, thank you T.I.!

But uhhh……what I gotta do for it?

 
Yall know nigros ain’t given nothin’ out for free. Only women are foolish enough do that.

Women and Shaq.

And Kobe.

From the other day:

It’s tough to balance your checkbook with your desire to have things these days. Everywhere you turn, there’s another temptation, but you just cannot afford to feed your material needs if they are a bottomless pit and not based on basic survival. Changing your relationship with your possessions may be in order. It’s really not about having more; it’s about teaching yourself to want less.

 
Wow, cuz I’ve been on a shopping mission lately. But I actually DO need these clothing items, since I have this big conference coming up and absolutely NO appropriate business attire.

But I could stand to learn a lesson or two about wanting less.

–random subject change–

So I had met this guy right (Black guy), and we’ve been texting back and forth. Real friendly like. Nothing major. The other day, I was in the car with a female friend of mine, and I was chatting with him on the phone. It was raining like crazy, and we were debating on whether it was worth tryna get to this bbq or not. So he hears my girl in the background and he asks, “is she cute?” Ummm duh! I don’t roll with non-cute people. Then he asks, “is she black?” Well yeah, she is.

He says, “Man, I ain’t messed with the sistas in a minute.”

Pardon?

“Yeah, its mostly been White girls or Spanish girls.”

Re-he-heally? Was that on purpose or just how its gone so far?

“Well, sistas got so much attitude, and……”

Oh word? Well you know, I have a pretty strong personality myself. [since he asked me for my number and all]

“Yeah, but you’re different–”

I stopped listening right about here.

 
This is not the first time I’ve had this conversation. Guys who’ve been heavily entranced by those of the non-black persuasion always perceive me as being “different” from those other Black girls.

 
But am I really?

 
Its probably because I haven’t been pissed off just yet.

I could certainly be like those other girls if you say/do whatever ignorant shit it was that lead to them layin’ major attitude on you. (hmmm, seems like thats what was happening at the moment)

 
Now some (Black) girls don’t need a reason to go off……and they irritate me too. But ummm, not enough to limit myself to only White friends or Spanish friends. What kinda??

 
So yeah, aside from the fact that he was asking me about my friend (wtf was that about?), I could never take this dude seriously.

 
Though I did let him treat me to a movie. (Then again, it was some silly shit he wanted to see……that Zohan movie……it was aight. Better than I thought it would be. I actually laughed a few times.)

 
I don’t usually go out with guys who make it known that they have a limited scope on what it is to interact with a Black woman, or those whose scope purposely excludes Black women for whatever reason. I’m not tryna be someone’s trial run.

 
So I kept watching dude’s body language to see how he’d respond to being in the company of a “sista” (since it had been so long). It was like hanging out with my goofy lil brother……but I don’t think it had anything to do with me. I think thats just his personality.

Eh, thats cool. He was definitely entertaining, and at least I don’t have to guard my draws around him. He’d make a good hangout partner now and again.

 
But I can’t help but wonder…what is it about me that makes me a suitable gateway (back) into Black?

I just woke up from a pretty disturbing dream.

 

I dreamt that other people were having sex down the hall from me, and all I could do was sit in another room, isolated, and listen.

How am I gon dream about other people having sex, and I’m just a lowly bystander? That’s a fucked up sex dream.

And I’m a lil confused about how I feel about it. I’m caught between my lack of desire to have sex (even with myself) and the hurt/envy that others are happily & carnally engaged.

I’ve never really been a sexual person. Sex has never been a big deal for me; probably because I rarely get it how I want it. Not necessarily performance wise, but rather with steady frequency and commitment.

And now its like, unless I’m crazy into him, and he’s crazy into me, and we’re solely focused on having sex with only each other, I don’t want anyone coming near me. At all.

I realize this has been amplified by the horrid image of him having sex with her, often, repeatedly, over and over again; meanwhile I’m off to the side somewhere, completely forgotten about.

 
Fuckin’ sucks.

 
And now I’m scared to go to sleep again.

 

 

 

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

Ok, I’m seriously tired of men killing their wives, girlfriends, and kids.

 

All the more reason to stay single.

There’s no justifying this behavior. No way, no how.

 
Let me take a moment to be thankful that nobody is going Coo-Coo for Cocoa Puffs over me or my (unborn) offspring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

*pause*

Mmmk.

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

Ladies, be careful out there.

“If ya don’t have anything nice to say,
then don’t say anything at all.”

Do yall believe in that?

 

Words are pretty powerful; more than a lot of us know. And once they’re out there…its damn near impossible to take ‘em back.

 
If I don’t have anything, and I mean ANYTHING, nice (or constructive) to say, I do try to keep it in house (believe it or not).

 
Too often my silence is mistaken as unkindness. And though it may seem unkind to give someone the silent treatment, a verbal attack seems to be more……impolite, if you will.

 
I guess neither of them are the biz, but which would you prefer?

silence vs. violence

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

Ok maybe not “violence”, but ya know… Unpleasantries.

 
My Nana is a fan of just being pleasant, regardless. I don’t know how long she’s been telling me that. I used to buy into it, but sometimes……silence is the best I can do.

 
And even then, I still flub now and again.

 
My bad. *sigh*

 

 

 

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