Since when is being evil synonymous with being Human? Now don’t get me wrong I never said that we all should be perfect, because no one can. But, one would hope that we would never give up the struggle to be the best we can. Instead I see things taking a turn for the worse. I’m living in a society where more and more I see supreme effort being placed on nurturing the more vile aspects of humanity.
Things are changing and it’s hard for me to keep my head up. It’s not just a financial recession we’re in. It’s also spiritual. Now I know I’m not perfect. I made some recent observations about my own character. I noticed just how much more frequent the occurrence of “white lies” are within my vocabulary. It feels like a trainwreck waiting to happen when you can step outside yourself and see the fucked up shyt you’re doing. Then it just magnifies the fucked up shyt everyone else is doing and you begin to miss the way things were when there was an ounce of good left in this world.
I caught my girl who is a friend in another lie and I was all devastated by it but then realized that all those old school values I hold near and dear are now quickly becoming a thing of the past. So now I’ve moved past the devastation to acquire new heights of spiritual consciousness. My objective is not to let the actions of others desensitize me. I’m still adamant in my vow to not shed any more tears. However this will be a lesson for me; teaching me how to hold fast to what few values I do have.
I knew I was asking for it when I logged into her account. She’s still sending msg’s to this chick even tho I asked her not to fuck with shorty (for legitimate reasons).
Not to mention the fact I realized she lied to me the other day this shyt just diminishes my trust for her. So here’s what I’s gone do. I’s gone do Me.
The one thing I ask for in my relationships is honesty. Shyt, I even hold the door open so honesty can walk in. For those of us who are just tuning in, I just started talking to CH 2 months ago. We made things official last week and a week into our relationSHIT, she’s already lying to me. She had her ex over this past weekend. Granted this is a long distance relationship, I can’t expect the world of her but the one thing I did and still do want is some honest –to –goodness, down-home cooked, made with love HONESTY. How CH fucked up is that she failed to tell me Her EX-BITCH was there. I asked her at least 3 times who was that. She spent the entire time being cryptic and distant. So tonight I call her and I’m like “Who is that and don’t’ tell me your best friend coz you only have one and I’ve met her.” She starts being cryptic then the bitch in the background starts yellin “tell her who i am” . So I’m like no bitch you tell me who you are. A shouting match ensues, CH says she’ll call me back I say don’t bother just lose the number and There we have it…. But as i’ve said to myself before “you will not be crying in 09 over another bitch”. That’s my story and I’m stickin to it.
I went spastic earlier. I was having a conversation with CH. She tells me about how her mom (now 42) keeps her 10 year old brother at home (and out of school) to wait on her hand and foot. I can’t really understand how one would keep your offspring out of school when you have the luxuries of sending them to school free of charge.
I think I almost burst into tears at the thought of that. I’m West Indian. I’m not sure how the educational system is structured in modern day Jamaica, but I do know that My Mom had to work her ass off to keep her 4 kids in school. In Jamaica, we pay school tuition at any age. Be it, kindergarten, Junior High or High School, there is a cost associated with obtaining an education. There are no such things as free text books and to add to the pot we all wore uniforms which of course have to be bought each year. It was tough for my mom – a single mother – to keep food on the table and pay tuition for 4 kids to go to school. And here it is, we live in a country where education is not only mandatory but also free and you have these DEAD beat women keeping their kids out of school to either: serve their every whim or to babysit siblings. Honestly where’s the justice in that?
Where the FUCK IS THE JUSTICE IN THAT?
How DO YOU LAY DOWN? SPREAD YOUR LEGS AND POP 10 KIDS OUT
THEN ASK YOUR OLDEST CHILD TO RAISE THEM WHILE YOU LAY UP ON YOUR ASS DOING NOTHING BUT CREATING THIS PERPETUAL REVOLVING DOOR FOR STRANGE MEN TO WALK IN, FUCK YOU AND LEAVE. You’re like a fucking DRIVE THRU WINDOW at McDonalds, easy and fucking convenient. At 42 you would think you’d get a grip.
Oh but let me calm down because at the end of the day you are someone’s mother. If only I could look at you as such. No you’re not her Mother SHE’S YOUR MOTHER.
I find it amazing how women naturally develop these maternal instincts after giving birth. One would think any red-blooded female who gave birth would want to nurture her child. But I don’t see that too often these days and it scares me. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll end up in the same shoes as half these women I’ve come across. I wonder if I’ll be one of those mothers who eat their young. One of those women who would sacrifice their own seed for a buck.
My 16 year old cousin’s mom gave her away (sold her) to a man who could have been her father. How does one carry a child to term, and on their 16th year decide it’s your right to sell her virtues?
Walking the streets at the Inaugural parade.
He looks like a regular schmo walking down that street with the girl of his dreams. That’s just the beauty of it. I see my aunts and uncles, and next door neighbors in their faces. I see my neighborhood in their faces. I see my upbringing in their faces. I see a good ole southern family barbecue in their faces. Then i breath a long deep sigh of relief. Martin you ain’t gotta roll in yo grave no more. Your dream just became a reality.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt like a dilettante before. Well, not until now. I’ve been working in the Lab for almost a month and will admit that sometimes the tasks are overwhelming. There is so much to process all at once and my fear is that I’ll forget it as soon as I learn it. I’m in one of those situations where fast-paced learning is required and although I’ve learned a great deal, there are still more thresholds to be conquered. Here it is, I’m wanting to throw myself back into my work once again and I haven’t even ventured out on a vacation.