Life As I See It

Certain people these days are getting useless. I really shouldn't complain because I'm really used to this. Half in; half out. At least that's how my family works. Not the one's that chose me, but the one I was born into. (jerks) So all the fronts and tears because of all the fears. Please stop. I was sick then; I'm alive now. I'm still climbing to the top.

On Instagram, and I saw one of my friends and followers post a picture in a low cut tank top captioned "Mixed with a LOT of Savage" and it makes me wonder: if we lost our most complimented feature, what would we back it up with? Like for me: my hair is the first thing people notice about me. If I were to go bald, join the military or cut my hair; my intelligence is my closest ally followed by my manners and work ethic. But she relies on sex appeal and honestly as watch from a distance, she doesn't have much left. But that's my spill on the subject.

To whom this may concern, In an effort to avoid putting you on blast over the internet. I'll state the things I have always to say to but was too kind-hearted to say to you. So we dated for a year and a half. Broke up ultimately because you didn't want affection, what you wanted was a punching bag; but couldn't find it in me because I refused to regress back to my "foster care" state where I was a patsy for everyone. But you also gave up on me, because of the little things that I did, you know like pranks and things. But the threesome's, the cheating, the lying, your attempts at prideful self-gratification. The contrarian ordeal where you are anti-every-single-fucking-thing-that-creates-solutions-instead-of-problems. The fact that my intelligence shook you, or maybe the fact that I'm not going to throw a pity party solely because of things that I don't want to do like you do. I was more of a victim, and I don't whine and complain as much. But

So talking with my dad this morning and he asked me about my plans for today. I replied: nothing. He demanded to know why and I respond: "because we can't get a good time to see each other". Which in fact the truth mind you. He begins to get irritated because I'm not giving him a fighting chance. Which is by far my largest trigger, if you're reading this PLEASE DON'T GET SIDEWAYS with me. The closer we are in age, the more vengeful I'll be. So as mind you we're still going back and forth. And he's suggesting that I talk to women and get a different perspective on the day. Then I say: well I guess I'm selfish. He retorts: "you're not selfish". After saying that I'm only concerned about myself in relationships. Then goes on to say: I have a bunch of female friends that talk to me about this situation. Oh really? Then explain to me: if y'all are so informed about the rights and wrongs about the dating game. THEN TELL ME

Yes, the question mark is intentional. How come we associate love with a winged baby with a bow and arrow? Nigga has got to be white; because if he was black the FBI would be out treating folks like DC Sniper suspects and shit. 😂 But in all seriousness though, So today's Valentine's Day, that means that women may start asking: "NIGGA, What have you done for me lately?!" In a Janet Jackson manner of speaking, to which some niggas will be like: 🤔 *Insert crickets here* See nowadays, sex isn't a rarity anymore but going out on a date is. No, like in all seriousness though, a lot of people have been so far out the dating game. We (me included) have forgotten it even existed. Hell, and it's not even about the expenses used, if anything, it's about the way you acknowledge it. Now granted, I'm not talking about you taking her out on a stack of coupons. But hell, at least a small dinner will work right? Thought so. Peace.