Folks claiming to be adults but stay embracing immaturity instead of growing up. It's very embarrassing. And they have the nerve to lie to themselves to and want you to take the wrap for their immaturity or lack of maturity.
I'm from the keep it real era. If you can't at least be honest with yourself on your bullshyt, then you ain't gonna get respect from others who can see it from a mile away. Too many grown ass people thinking like little boys and little girls and moving around like it too then coming up to grown folks asking to be involved in grown folks business. You're a grown ass adult, think like one. I'm tired of these oversized kids running around thinking they're grown when they stay doing immature shyt. Real talk. It's annoying. I had an immature parent growing up and seen how that shyt can ruin a household unfortunately. It's always a responsible and mature person stepping up for an immature person. So when I see the same behaviors and attitudes from some of these folks, it brings back flashbacks of how I grew up. I appreciate maturity. It makes the world easier and drama free. A lot of these guys don't know what maturity is because theyre not around mature people to see what it is.
If it was a black woman, the response would be different. Feminism is funny yo.
But fukk this enabling crazy. Britney Spears is crazy. Whoever her man is needs to come get her. Obviously, he doesn't care about her well being which speaks about him.
Initially thought she moved on last summer; around the time she started her paid extern (and would make crazy money for just 6 weeks of work, wow).
Figured she'd be dating some big time lawyer she met at that corporate gig before she resumed classes.
But every couple months she'll call... and each time, i wouldn't pick up (but it would require every nano ounce of my might, strength and utmost dignity not to... lawd knows as much as it would be the only thing I would want to do if it was my last moment on Earf; is to hear her voice again). She called twice this week and while it would go straight to voicemail, seeing her name on the cellular phone screen instantly brings back memories of when were were together, walking on the waterfront boardwalk and sharing ice cream at the park
Crazy to believe that the only who nearly broke me down and almost lead me to a psych ward to be the only thing that my mind is so hell bent on; and we've parted ways/dumped me well over a year ago.
She says that she can only be with a man who made more than her... but even though, say I came up and earned a million dollars a year, I still wouldn't take her back... cuz she didn't want to be with me when i ain't had shiit.
So if you ain't shooting imaginary jumpers with me at the fitness centre, then you don't deserve to be sitting with me courtside when I'm getting dapped up by Klay Thomp (plus, she's a Husky and we're Cougs, so brotha Klay wouldn't bear to be seen next to her ass anyway).
At the end of the day, when you have that waterfront house, the multiple garages with AMG G-Wagons in each stall and that 7 figure dork of a husband... even with all of life's garish and opulent treats at your whim/disposal, you know that he'll never provide you the memories I did.
Maybe next lifetime.
Sinceregards,
This riff-raff impoverished lil street rat.
*fades into the sunset*
(or rather, down the street and it only looks like the sun is descending because the highrise building is blocking the light, but it adds to the effect of this story)
And thanks for making it to the end. Maybe we'll all find happiness... but I do realize that that journey begins inside your innards/soul, and i think i found it (even without Her).
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