James Brown - I Don’t Want Nobody To Give Me Nothing
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Dopeness
My favorite friend in NYC… is Nirali P. THAT RHYMED!

Fun fact: Every time I went to NYC before meeting Nirali, I hated it. It was so crowded, expensive, and unfriendly to me. I met Nirali and that all changed. Every single time I go to NYC, I stay at Nirali’s house. Not because it’s cheaper or more convenient, but because I genuinely enjoy her presence.
I remember watching movies like The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants and thinking that such friendships between women rarely, if ever, exist. I was wrong. And I love Nirali. She is my blood, she is my sister.
Alright, enough mushy stuff.
Nirali is fun! Nirali is dope! Nirali is brave! Nirali inspires me.
Random thoughts that I must get out of my head:
You know the saying: The grass is always greener on the blah, blah, blah whatever.
That’s how I feel about things like infatuation and/or love.
I can be deeply infatuated with someone on Wednesday and then on Friday, decide that I never want to see or hear from them again. This stems from pretty specific experiences.
For instance, I dated a guy who I thought (at the time) had thee most amazing sex game evar! Man. I would’ve paid his bills if he needed me to. So, I loved sleeping with him, but I HATED sleeping next to him. Sex was cool, pillow talk was cool, but then I would pray that he would just get up and leave. He never did. He always stayed.
It was a combination of things. He sucked at cuddling, he hogged the bed, he would have semi-violent nightmares. I kinda even… feared him when he would sleep. I would even wait until he fell asleep, sneak to the couch, and return before he woke up in the morning. SMH @ myself.
Anywho, it eventually ran its course and I moved on.
A year later, I was dating another guy. His sex game? By far, the most amazing shit evar. AND I fuckin’ loved sleeping next to him! He would sacrifice his pillow, adjust the temperature if needed, and ensure I was comfortable. Even cuddling with him was just flawless. The first night I slept over, I noticed the difference between the two guys and it made me realize that I’d still be uncomfortable as fuck, sleeping next to dude #1, thinking that his sex game was the best I could do.
By moving on, I established a new standard. A better one at that!
Sometimes the grass is greener and you owe it to yourself to find out.
I had dinner with one of my best female friends a few weeks ago and we caught up on each other’s lives.
Unfortunately, some of our girlfriends were going through it with their men. I was particularly disappointed in one of my girlfriend’s situations because I had known her man for years and was appalled at his recent actions. I can admit that I’m sure there are two sides to that story but it got me thinking about what side I’d take.
Across the board, I have female friends who have been wronged by men that even I (in my super FBI agent type personality studies) had thought were genuinely good men. HOWEVER, across the board, I also have female friends who have, at some point in time, done things outside of a relationship that I thought were questionable.
I know quite a few of “other women”. Meaning that they are consistently doing things with men that are already in supposedly committed relationships.
So, who do I hate?
Do I hate the chick that slept with my friend’s man? Is she the hoe? Or do I look down on some of my friends for their less than honorable decisions?
I have a friend who took my other friend’s man. Now they’re a happy couple, might even get married and have babies soon. I’m happy that she has found love. But I feel guilty for supporting her relationship while my other friend watches the man that she started with, walking off into the sunset with a chick that she thought was her friend.
Whew. I’m getting dizzy.
Once, I was at work and I got a phone call from an unfamiliar number. The conversation went like this:
Her: Hey, how ya doin?
Me: Uhh… I’m doing good. Who is this?
Her: This is - - - - - -’s girlfriend.
Me: Ahh.
Her: You didn’t know he had a girlfriend?
Me: Haha no, I didn’t know that.
Her: Ok. Well… did you sleep with him? Woman to woman. I just wanna know.
Me: I never slept with him. And I don’t care to fight over him.
Her: Oh ok. Well… did you know that he’s married?
Me: O_O uhhh… naw
Her: He’s married to some hoe and got two kids by her. And I’m 8 months pregnant. I don’t care tho, he gon’ pay child support cause he think he slick!
Me: True. Welp. I gotta go back to work so I hope everything works out for y’all.
—click—
Essentially, I was dating a married man, whose pregnant girlfriend called me. I’m not going to recount the lies that this guy told me but I can admit that I liked him.
So here it is: I was the other woman this time. I wasn’t aware that I was in that category until I received that phone call. But as soon as I hung up the phone, I thought that I had the option. In that moment, I could decide what type of woman I wanted to be.
The guy called me, crying. Left me long voice mails stating that the “girlfriend” was crazy and that he had been divorced for years. I was never angry with him. But I had decided that it didn’t matter who was lying. He had placed me into a position where I could no longer defend my interactions with him. Even if I could accept that she was crazy, he had put me in crazy’s path. Crazy had my phone number!
Surprisingly, this woman never raised her voice at me or even conveyed a disrespectful tone. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that she was concerned that I was going to take her side-jawn spot and so she felt compelled to step in and protect it.
Woman to woman, I was honest with her. I hadn’t slept with “her” man. I had only went on three or four dates with him. They were really good dates too. I wonder if, in her mind, I was a hoe. Plotting on her man.
I never spoke to him after that. I feel no anger towards him at all and if I passed him on the street tomorrow, I’d smile and nod. (I’m no good at holding grudges. I associate bitterness with ugliness)
I’m starting to think, we’re all hoes. Men and women. Across the board.
I can’t tell my friends how to live or to stop being hoes. I’ll go crazy! We all come to crossroads in our interactions with the opposite sex where we can ask, “What would a hoe do?”. And sometimes, whatever that hoe would do sounds too appealing to pass up.
Be strong and choose wisely folks.
#Nowplaying Hoe - Jhene Aiko
I be on my bold shit, I be on some bold shit
I be on my own shit, but I ain’t on that bullshit
He know he be needin’ it, & he know that I want it
he know that i want it, but I ain’t on that hoe shit.
I can’t explain why I love him,
Bossy like Leos do,
Got game like an Aquarius,
Switch moves after he’s been with you,
Fun like a Libra,
He stays on my mind,
He’s so unpredictable
He reminds me of every sign
Capricorn. Aquarius. Pisces. Aries. Taurus. Gemini. Cancer. oh!
Leo. Virgo. Libra. Scorpio. Sagittarius.
I love all y’all
Beyonce
Signs
I heard this saying a lot when I was growing up and I believe it to be true. Something has gotta be wrong with you if you knowingly harm yourself.
Same goes for relationships.

You ever… given someone another chance? Going against your better judgment? Do you remember the instant that you realized that you had been duped again?
That feeling… It’s almost like the internal pain manifested itself into actual physical heartache. I’ve seen many a man or woman crumble under that deception.
We all want to believe that people are inherently good and are capable of change. Especially when we’ve invested so much time and effort into someone. Sometimes we are wrong. Sometimes people are evil and there’s nothing we can do to change them.
We can’t be mind-readers. However, we can be cautious, smart, and observant.
Everyone can argue that people make mistakes.
I firmly believe that whatever a person thinks of you will guide how they interact with you. So, negatively speaking, here are the misconceptions that lead to outlandish and hurtful behavior:
Can you spot the acceptable explanation?
I can’t. It’s just like dealing with a child after they do something naughty. If you allow them to get away with it, you have created an acceptable behavior and you might never go back.
Don’t waste time dealing with someone who is only able to bring positive things into your life every once in a while. He or she keeps disappointing you? Keeps taking you for granted? Keeps treating you like you aren’t worth shit? Welp. Are you worth shit?
If so, discuss it. Communicate that they aren’t holding up their end of the bargain. If they still continue? Stop wasting your own time and putting yourself in harms way. You are loading their gun for them.
You go ‘head and let that asshole turn you into a bitter, cynical, ugly human being. You’ll carry it around with you and it’ll steal your happiness more and more each day. I for one, don’t want to be friends with a person like that, male or female.
There is nothing I value more than my own self-preservation. A person that I don’t think is worth a damn won’t even get the opportunity to attempt to harm me. No matter if the dick is amazing, if the chemistry is dope, or even if they’re fine as hell. Bad news is bad news and I don’t need that stuff around me. I like smiling out here.
End rant.

“We broke up! I don’t—I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t live without him!”
Again, I fully acknowledge that I am slightly colder than most women but I have never understood this notion.
In my opinion, the men that we are in committed relationships with simply enjoying having us around. BUT they are (99% of the time) very certain that they can live without us.
Fuck it, they could live without lots of things that us women think are integral.
Now that 1% (who get swept up in emotion) like my high school sweetheart, do creepy shit. Once he told me that he wanted to get me pregnant so I could never leave him. O_O Ain’t that some shit??
I digress. I think it is important to retain your own amount of happiness when you’re in a relationship. If you learn to depend on your significant other for your own happiness, then when/if you lose that person, you have to start over. You have to relearn that skill.
Your boyfriend or girlfriend shouldn’t be your entire life. They should be an addition to the mostly satisfying lifestyle you led before them. Even in my longest relationship I retained the concept that, although I sincerely loved him, I would be fine without him. Not that it wouldn’t be hard, not that I would be over him tomorrow, not even that it wouldn’t hurt me. But simply, that I know for certain, that I. will. be. fine.
I had retained close ties with my family and friends and by putting them on a pedestal, my addition to my life (my boyfriend) was just that. An addition. With great friends, family, and experiences, there aren’t many moments throughout the day to stop and worry about how I could live without him. I was already doing that.
You can’t forget those things that fulfilled you before this person came into your life. All the times you laughed, smiled, or felt genuine happiness before them are important to remember and uphold during a relationship.
If you spend every waking moment together, only experiencing life together, then you’ll forget those happy moments you used to have.
Ladies: Go get your nails done, go shopping with your girls (or alone), go to a show, spend time with the family, go to museums, take a class, dance, take trips, see the world! Live. Then you’ll come home happy and refreshed. You have to take care of yourself first. An unhappy woman can’t benefit a man, no matter how much she loves him.
Fellas: Go do what y’all men do. (I don’t even know… I don’t really care) And when she gets mad or jealous because of the time you’re spending on yourself, help her understand why it’s important.
“Her attitude bitchy but hey, what can I say?? I love it when I tell a chick to chill and give me space and she can’t cause… there is no greater love” - Blu, No Greater Love
I still wake up every morning
Quarter to ten
I still eat my cereal
Right at the kitchen table
I can't even remember how long it's been
With no trouble staying occupied
They ask about you whenever I come around
I do what I can not to put my business in the streets
Last thing I need is another episode
Keep conversations short and sweet cause
Cause I'm not coming back
I'm closing the door
I used to be tripping over missing you
But I'm not anymore
I got the picture phone
Baby, your picture's gone
I couldn't stand to see your smile
Every time you dial
**time always makes it better**
(now my definition of wackness might be different from another woman’s but uhhh whatever. That bed becomes a nightmare)
It pains me to admit that I have had my fair share of wackness. I actually wonder if most women go through this, but in the beginning, my sexual experiences were just awful. Full of wackness. Wackness by my definition: The state of being wack. Having bad or low quality sexual prowess.
Now I’m not promiscuous by any means, I’m actually very selective. I get bored easily so most of the time, when I’m dating someone, they rarely make it to a point where I feel comfortable enough to engage in anything beyond a quick kiss, if that.
Another reason I’m selective is because I have very good instincts when it comes to recognizing wackness. Call it… a life lesson. Here is my list that he might be wack.

A Snuggie or a man? That is the question. (cliche)
As the weather changes, it seems like we have a habit of wanting a significant other to share the holidays and cold winter nights with. I understand that sudden loneliness. During the summer it doesn’t faze us as much. We are busy taking vacations and planning for the fall. But right after those leaves change… cuffing season begins. Tweets and statuses become a bit more somber and cuddling becomes an activity to brag about.
According to my girlfriends, I am evil. Not just evil, but I’m actually a man disguised as a young lady when it comes to maintaining a relationship and/or caring about the opposite sex. It seems my mannerisms mirror the most famous assholes. (insert shoulder shrug, followed by pimp walk)
To an extent, I can understand why they feel that way. When my girlfriends come to me with problems that they have with things their men or potential men are doing, more often than not, I try to help them see both sides of the issue before they allow themselves to act out. In their words, “You always take his side!”
Here is how my mind works—I don’t genuinely have time. Time for what you ask? Time to be angry, mad, sad, hurt, frustrated. If I am interested in a man and I enjoy spending time with him then I have accepted the “type” of man he was from DAY ONE. This doesn’t mean he gets to use, abuse, or disrespect me. This means, I keep my expectations reasonable. Let me say that again. I keep my expectations…. reasonable.
Accepting a man from DAY ONE means that you understand that more often than not—He. Will. Not. Change…. …. … ever.
Deal with it.
It is in our nature to make excuses for guys when we can’t really describe why we are with them or interested in them in the first place. Personally I can argue both sides until I’m blue in the face but at the end of the day I have taken responsibility for putting myself out there with a less-than-favorable man.
I assumed the risk.
Example. I dated a guy for… quite a while. Exclusivity was never discussed so I definitely took advantage of that. At the end of the day, this man was a complete asshole. No excuses. Here’s the catch—- he was Not an asshole when it came to me and “us”.
For some reason, that makes us feel special. (scratches head)
I cannot even really explain this phenomenon. Maybe it… makes us feel better than other people and it’s like being in VIP. We can even convince ourselves that the guy isn’t an asshole, he just “acts’’ that way with other people.
The main problem with this scenario – it gives these assholes a pass. Accepting that this guy was a dick, gave him multiple opportunities to “impress” me.
It was all little stuff. He brought me lunch. He gave me a massage (and not in a “I’m tryna get stuff started way”). He held my hand. At the end of the day, these little things and a few comments about how he likes my smile kept me around. To be perfectly honest, my attraction to him was mostly physical. His swagger drew me in. But whenever I found myself frustrated about things he wasn’t doing, I had to stop and remind myself.
Chanel, this is not your man. This man is an asshole. Enjoy THIS moment with him. After all… he wasn’t really bad company. He was actually really sweet. (don’t get hype tho)
I will not waste one second being angry or sad with a man that doesn’t feel that way about me and hasn’t given me reasons to believe that he is what I’m looking for from DAY ONE.
1. You want someone to cuff with? I get it.
2. You want a husband?? Then your reasons and expectations for question number one should be verrrryyy different.
I’m not concerned with cuffing during the holidays. I don’t really have the “lonely” gene I suppose. If I want company, I pick up the phone. (Blatant arrogance and I don’t care) but if you are concerned then I suggest you keep ya pimp hand strong. Assholes are a dime a dozen and they tend to be great cuddlers (<- that’s not a word). But from DAY ONE they’re still assholes. Remain a pimp and keep them in their place.
If you want to be safe—buy a damn snuggie. (no offense to those who love those things)
Whoa… this is long.