To my best friend, my ex-boyfriend, and my road dawg:
Your uncanny ability to "say too much" always leads to a heartache that you regret. From what I have learned, common wisdom says to "speak little and listen much."
You spend more time than you wish to admit talking down about others... including folks you've never met. Please tell me how you know that the woman standing on the corner must be a whore who cheats on her husband? Your unfounded judgments know no bounds, and your negative outlook isn't erased by your monthly statements that 'I'm a very positive person of faith.'
I find it increasingly difficult to enjoy my time around you, because your criticisms - about me and others - come more and more frequently. I find it difficult to deal with your negativity - much of which stems from personal issues that you choose to project onto others. I am the closest, so I receive the most fire.
You have a strong negative opinion about the people who don't like your demeanor. You claim 'they don't know you.' You dismiss their opinions as hogwash. Do you not realize that karma is knocking at your front door?
You are responsible for the aftermath of placing your mouth on the lives of others. When you talk at the rate of a teenage girl, you will eventually - almost always - encounter folks who tire of the over-the-top dialog.
More importantly, if you trespass on my property and get shot in the process - I won't apologize if you bleed to death on my lawn.
As the saying goes: Shouldn'ta-been-talkin'-shit.
Today we sat in a restaurant and I listened to you diss my mother about her relationship with her sisters. You went on and on, while my brain tried to compute: "Where did he earn the right to speak on such a thing?"
I took about 8 seconds of your time to ask the question, "So why is it that you don't ever call your own sister?" And yes, I added the footnote: "So shut the F*CK up."
You went off like a rocket about disrespect and the rights I don't have to talk about your family. You missed the priceless lesson that your dumb ass was doing the same thing.
I know you'll read this post. And I don't really care that you're offended. Clean-up your own shyt, and you'd be amazed at how little you have to say in criticism and judgment of others.
My advice for your usual critical and judgmental behavior remains the same:
"Shut the f*ck up. Smell your own shyt. You're on my property and I have a gun. TRESPASSING laws are in full effect..."
End rant. Back to life.
I (kinda) apologize to the blog followers who cheer for our happy ending but witness this bullshyt on the way...
I drive by this blog, peek out the side window, and speed off like I don't live here. The problem is... I DO live here, and I am neglecting the crib.
On any given day, I have loads to say. Those words simply haven't made it to this blog in 2 months. It's time to change that. Blogging is free therapy. Sharing my words with others make me accountable to myself. When I pen my thoughts, bullshit gets illuminated. Kinda like the the gems of time when you catch yourself giving advice to your kids that you haven't even applied to your own life.
I started reading a series on male promiscuity today. A friend sent the random link and I found myself engrossed in this man's take on the subject.
The series is still in progress. You can check it here while I continue to get my thoughts together:
Blog Name:
The Black Bond Blog
Links for the Series:
1. Intro Male Promiscuity
2. Male Promiscuity Part 2. How it Starts
3. Promiscuity Interlude: Apparently a warning that the rest will contain vividly graphic language.
It doesn't take long to figure out the reasons this blogger claims to have received hate mail. He doesn't mince a single word - which is a trait I tend to appreciate as others may loathe.
Enjoy. (Or Not) hehe
I celebrate a birthday this week. For a quickie, I thought I'd share the card I received from HisSide:
You Mean
So Much
To Me
Do you have any idea
how much I value
you and our relationship?
Let me give you a hint -
you're one of the few people
in the world
who truly know the real me.
That's because you've shown yourself
to be someone I can trust
with my secrets, my feelings,
and, yes, even my failings.
You listen to me and accept me unconditionally
and always give me
the benefit of the doubt.
You've made our relationship
a place where
I always feel safe,
knowing I won't be judged,
and that means so much.
Honestly, I don't know
what I ever did
to deserve having
someone as great
as you in my life...
and I don't know
what I'd do now
if you weren't!
You mean the world to me.
Love always.
Happy Birthday.
HisSide
[insert crazy ass drawing of happy face and hearts].
He said he searched hard for the right one, and it says everything he wanted it to say.
He inserted "Forgive Me" at the top.
He knows I love his flawed ass like crazy, as much as he loves my flawed ass.
So begins the birthday weekend of a lifetime.
His is only 3 days after mine.
Party on...
Card courtesy of Hallmark. Who else?
I recently found a gem of a blog named Fitting Words. The blog focuses on providing advice about finding the perfect words to deal with problematic relationships between everybody from spouses to co-workers.
The blog authors are polar opposites, one who uses "fight" techniques and one who favors "flight" as a means to respond to conflict. They each provide feedback without reading what the other has to say. The results represent their competing "fight or flight" views, which I find infinitely useful for somebody looking for alternatives.
I was moved by the story submitted by Verklempt, a woman reaching for acceptance from her parents. I responded with a comment that was featured as Rush of Expectations.
If you are fascinated by the constant dance it takes to initiate, grow, nurture, or even leave relationships, give the blog a bit of your traffic. They rock.
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To my best friend, my ex-boyfriend, and my road dawg:
Today we sat in a restaurant and I listened to you diss my mother about her relationship with her sisters. You went on and on, while my brain tried to compute: "Where did he earn the right to speak on such a thing?"
