Thursday, June 10, 2010
Excess Baggage
It's funny that airlines now charge you for your excess baggage. Some airlines even charge you for the initial piece of luggage. Which got me to thinking...as we traveling on this journey of love and life, we don't mean to carry excess baggage but we do. We carry the good and the bad of our relationships into the next one. The new person, unknowingly becomes subjected to an emotional strip search; where we try to get them naked, in attempts of trying to rid of the possible bullshit early on. This ultimately, is only a set up for them and we sit back waiting for them to fail. We do try to be better in the new relationship, but know that previous issues linger and some how will continue to haunt.....
Then there's the carry on baggage; security goes through your baggage and identifies the more than 3 allowable flow ounces. Another thought zoomed through my head... It is a scientific known facts that, a human body contains about about 5 liters of blood (a little more than one gallon). Of course, the amount of blood actually held within the heart at any given moment varies on the person (do they have a healthy or defective heart?) With that said, we all would never get through security our head (metaphorically representing security) would stop us every time. We carry excess baggage and have too much love (metaphorically used instead of blood) flowing to our hearts. We fall in love. We are in love. Humans love. And when you are in love and have love your heart beats different. Your heart is functioning for life and love. I guess only the defective (broken hearted) would be allowed to travel....
Sadly, we carry trust issues or the lack there of into relationships. Our communication skills weaken...in the new relationship, we are either more verbal than we need to be (argumentative/combative or providing WAY too much info too soon-scaring potentials off) or not verbal enough (shutting down or never wanting to open up). We put barriers up around our hearts and seem to anticipate the worse to happen. But almost worse than the destructive baggage we carry is the sabotage baggage; that's the baggage of...the inability to allow anyone to ever compare to the previous love...
I find myself constantly comparing any and everything a man does and doesn't do for me, to my baby. Men continue to come up short. No one seems to be chivalrous enough, passionate, compassionate or understanding enough. No one can seem to make me laugh or smile like he does. Men don't look as good or smell as good as he did. I find fault with their cadence of their voice, how they walk and dress...the shape of their noses, the size of their ears, their slant of their teeth, the chapped lips, their body build, if they work out, what they eat or don't eat. And that list can go on. OH and NONE have been adventurous enough and unfortunately...no one seems to stack up.
I also, don't trust a word that comes out of their mouths. I think they all are running game or have some hidden drama and issues that will eventually come out, to hurt me. Their character is always in question. And I listen intensely, waiting for bullshit... for I am allergic to it. My guard is up, not even allowing for any platonic friendships. My expectatins of what I want and need have set a new high.
My baggage is heavy. Erica Badu was talking about me when she wrote that song and I wasn't even listening. I know it's not fair, I suppose with time I'll have to learn how to pack light.
Then there's the carry on baggage; security goes through your baggage and identifies the more than 3 allowable flow ounces. Another thought zoomed through my head... It is a scientific known facts that, a human body contains about about 5 liters of blood (a little more than one gallon). Of course, the amount of blood actually held within the heart at any given moment varies on the person (do they have a healthy or defective heart?) With that said, we all would never get through security our head (metaphorically representing security) would stop us every time. We carry excess baggage and have too much love (metaphorically used instead of blood) flowing to our hearts. We fall in love. We are in love. Humans love. And when you are in love and have love your heart beats different. Your heart is functioning for life and love. I guess only the defective (broken hearted) would be allowed to travel....
Sadly, we carry trust issues or the lack there of into relationships. Our communication skills weaken...in the new relationship, we are either more verbal than we need to be (argumentative/combative or providing WAY too much info too soon-scaring potentials off) or not verbal enough (shutting down or never wanting to open up). We put barriers up around our hearts and seem to anticipate the worse to happen. But almost worse than the destructive baggage we carry is the sabotage baggage; that's the baggage of...the inability to allow anyone to ever compare to the previous love...
I find myself constantly comparing any and everything a man does and doesn't do for me, to my baby. Men continue to come up short. No one seems to be chivalrous enough, passionate, compassionate or understanding enough. No one can seem to make me laugh or smile like he does. Men don't look as good or smell as good as he did. I find fault with their cadence of their voice, how they walk and dress...the shape of their noses, the size of their ears, their slant of their teeth, the chapped lips, their body build, if they work out, what they eat or don't eat. And that list can go on. OH and NONE have been adventurous enough and unfortunately...no one seems to stack up.
I also, don't trust a word that comes out of their mouths. I think they all are running game or have some hidden drama and issues that will eventually come out, to hurt me. Their character is always in question. And I listen intensely, waiting for bullshit... for I am allergic to it. My guard is up, not even allowing for any platonic friendships. My expectatins of what I want and need have set a new high.
My baggage is heavy. Erica Badu was talking about me when she wrote that song and I wasn't even listening. I know it's not fair, I suppose with time I'll have to learn how to pack light.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
2 Scenarios...HOW and WHY he gets CUT!!!
Scenario #1
I think the new socially acceptable way of 'calling' people is to text them first, to ask if they can talk. I think it's silly, but I get it. I actually think only your boo, your parents and/or children have the right to just call without the text preface. I mean, your boo or family shouldn't need permission to call and talk to you. But, I do like this rule in the cases of people, I'd rather not want to talk to. I appreciate the preface text, just so I can reply..."busy let me hit you back later" text. However, there are some that just don't seem to know the 2010 call vs. text rules. They will and do call often, at really bad times, and repeatedly...without ever leaving a voice mail. So sometimes, when I see their calls come in...to avoid the all day annoyance... I answer. And 1 day, after avoiding and ignoring his calls for weeks I answered. And I felt it only nice that I should talk to him and then even decide to...hang out with him.
We decided to meet at 12 to grab some lunch and a movie.
As I'm pulling into the parking lot, I get a call...
"Hey, can we push this back by like 20 minutes? An emergency just came up"
I respond, "Uuuuhhhhmmm, OK." *shrugging my shoulders* as I'm thinking it's only 20 minutes...
And I would've actually been OK until...
"Yeah, just stay in the area and go run some errands or something. I'll hit you up when I'm done."
Hmmmm, WOW! Really? WTF?! Was he just telling me what to do?! Did he just try to put me on his time line? He wasn't my boo nor did he have the authority! I didn't like or appreciate his tone nor his instructions. Maybe I should've let him know, that he should've been happy that I decided to answer my phone and even agree to meet his ass...
We hung up and I went home. 1 hour and 23 minutes later. He actually called.
"So, what's up? Where you at?"
*Laughing out loud* Did he just try the 'www' (what, when, where) with me? Again, he is not my boo!!! I respond, "I'm home and I have plans later so, we're gonna have to rain check.
He obviously was alittle unhappy with my response and stated, "Oh, like that?"
Aaannnnd, "Yes, like that" I hung up my phone. He does not know me like that!!! I could give a shit! He handled the situation and me absolutely inappropriately!!! No, I did not stay in the area, for 20 minutes or an hour and 23 minutes to just go run some errands, while he would hit me when he was done. I don't roll like that!!! Me and my time are valuable!!! I guess he thought, he had it like that... to just call, without the preface text and I respond positively...
I'm now and forever, Busy and will not hit him back later!!!
His ass is CUT!!!
Scenario #2
Playoffs are fun and exciting no matter what the sport. And to watch them in person or at a sports bar, just adds to the excitement. So, with my favorite basketball team being in the finals...of course I would want to be out; at a bar, having a drink, around a fun crowd of other fans. So, when I got an invite to hang out at a cool sports bar in DC.... I happily excepted.
Wanting to get to the spot before it got to crowded, it made since that we would meet in a neutral location at 8pm and go from there....
at 7:45pm I got the following text
beep/beep "on my way"
beep/beep "run'n late"
I respond...OK no problem.
beep/beep "I shud be there in 45 min."
*pausing at this text, confused* I start doing the math in my head...45 minutes, that's 8:30. Not sooo bad. Then...
beep/beep "but we gotta go back to my house, still need to shower & change"
And there goes and here comes the bullshit!
I respond...WTH?! No!
So of course he calls... "What's up?
I politely (probably wasn't polite at all) informed him, that I'm not interested in going to his place (while he showers and changes). Further, he invited me and suggested 8pm and for him now to be running 45 minutes late and still needing to shower and change was extremely inconsiderate of my time and that we would/could rain check for another time. He was annoyed and sarcastically stated that I was "real funny". I was then annoyed by his sarcasm and inability to see his blunder and attempt to make it my issue. I got off the phone and headed to a random area sports bar...I was out, around other excited basketball fans, having a drink and I couldn't have been happier.
He texted and called for the rest of the night. I ignored his texts and calls and will continue to do so. Guess, I'm just being "real funny."
And his ass is CUT too!!!
And just like that...CUT!!! I don't give a shit! I don't care, I could give a fuck! And yeah, so what I'm spoiled!!! I can be! Me and my time are precious! Be there at A Sharp or not at all!!! Additionally, I had no intentions of anything anyway! In both instances, I wanted to get out of the house; get some lunch and a movie and top it off with a few drinks and the NBA finals. These men have no idea who they are dealing with! I didn't, wasn't going to, and had no plans on ever liking them... I have NO LOVE!!!!
And Just like that...How and Why they get, can and will get cut!!!
I think the new socially acceptable way of 'calling' people is to text them first, to ask if they can talk. I think it's silly, but I get it. I actually think only your boo, your parents and/or children have the right to just call without the text preface. I mean, your boo or family shouldn't need permission to call and talk to you. But, I do like this rule in the cases of people, I'd rather not want to talk to. I appreciate the preface text, just so I can reply..."busy let me hit you back later" text. However, there are some that just don't seem to know the 2010 call vs. text rules. They will and do call often, at really bad times, and repeatedly...without ever leaving a voice mail. So sometimes, when I see their calls come in...to avoid the all day annoyance... I answer. And 1 day, after avoiding and ignoring his calls for weeks I answered. And I felt it only nice that I should talk to him and then even decide to...hang out with him.
We decided to meet at 12 to grab some lunch and a movie.
As I'm pulling into the parking lot, I get a call...
"Hey, can we push this back by like 20 minutes? An emergency just came up"
I respond, "Uuuuhhhhmmm, OK." *shrugging my shoulders* as I'm thinking it's only 20 minutes...
And I would've actually been OK until...
"Yeah, just stay in the area and go run some errands or something. I'll hit you up when I'm done."
Hmmmm, WOW! Really? WTF?! Was he just telling me what to do?! Did he just try to put me on his time line? He wasn't my boo nor did he have the authority! I didn't like or appreciate his tone nor his instructions. Maybe I should've let him know, that he should've been happy that I decided to answer my phone and even agree to meet his ass...
We hung up and I went home. 1 hour and 23 minutes later. He actually called.
"So, what's up? Where you at?"
*Laughing out loud* Did he just try the 'www' (what, when, where) with me? Again, he is not my boo!!! I respond, "I'm home and I have plans later so, we're gonna have to rain check.
He obviously was alittle unhappy with my response and stated, "Oh, like that?"
Aaannnnd, "Yes, like that" I hung up my phone. He does not know me like that!!! I could give a shit! He handled the situation and me absolutely inappropriately!!! No, I did not stay in the area, for 20 minutes or an hour and 23 minutes to just go run some errands, while he would hit me when he was done. I don't roll like that!!! Me and my time are valuable!!! I guess he thought, he had it like that... to just call, without the preface text and I respond positively...
I'm now and forever, Busy and will not hit him back later!!!
His ass is CUT!!!
Scenario #2
Playoffs are fun and exciting no matter what the sport. And to watch them in person or at a sports bar, just adds to the excitement. So, with my favorite basketball team being in the finals...of course I would want to be out; at a bar, having a drink, around a fun crowd of other fans. So, when I got an invite to hang out at a cool sports bar in DC.... I happily excepted.
Wanting to get to the spot before it got to crowded, it made since that we would meet in a neutral location at 8pm and go from there....
at 7:45pm I got the following text
beep/beep "on my way"
beep/beep "run'n late"
I respond...OK no problem.
beep/beep "I shud be there in 45 min."
*pausing at this text, confused* I start doing the math in my head...45 minutes, that's 8:30. Not sooo bad. Then...
beep/beep "but we gotta go back to my house, still need to shower & change"
And there goes and here comes the bullshit!
I respond...WTH?! No!
So of course he calls... "What's up?
I politely (probably wasn't polite at all) informed him, that I'm not interested in going to his place (while he showers and changes). Further, he invited me and suggested 8pm and for him now to be running 45 minutes late and still needing to shower and change was extremely inconsiderate of my time and that we would/could rain check for another time. He was annoyed and sarcastically stated that I was "real funny". I was then annoyed by his sarcasm and inability to see his blunder and attempt to make it my issue. I got off the phone and headed to a random area sports bar...I was out, around other excited basketball fans, having a drink and I couldn't have been happier.
He texted and called for the rest of the night. I ignored his texts and calls and will continue to do so. Guess, I'm just being "real funny."
And his ass is CUT too!!!
And just like that...CUT!!! I don't give a shit! I don't care, I could give a fuck! And yeah, so what I'm spoiled!!! I can be! Me and my time are precious! Be there at A Sharp or not at all!!! Additionally, I had no intentions of anything anyway! In both instances, I wanted to get out of the house; get some lunch and a movie and top it off with a few drinks and the NBA finals. These men have no idea who they are dealing with! I didn't, wasn't going to, and had no plans on ever liking them... I have NO LOVE!!!!
And Just like that...How and Why they get, can and will get cut!!!
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