This week is dedicated to the fellas.....you know I love ya!
Monday, July 23, 2012
Moment of Simple
12:00 PM
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Black smokers lips...
I gotta tell you. When you have managed to smoke you way to lips that are as black as the tread on your tires, you might have a problem. I mean, what more can I say? This is not sexy boo!
For me, lips are the first thing I look at on a man. And while we all know that black men's lips come in all shades, shapes and sizes, we know when lips are black because of melanin and when they are black because of a 3 pack a day habit. And when I identify your lips as smoker lips, it only makes me wonder...
Bet he tastes like an ash tray...or blacks...or the 'cherry' flavored ones....
*Pause*....waits for that phlegm filled cough/throat clearing....
Can I smell the smoke....*sniff*sniff* yea I can smell the smoke...
Menthols?!? Really....
Did he just say he doesn't smoke...just a black every now and then (negro you smoke)....
Them lips are saying more now than then...
What your teeth look like?
This kid's gonna die....
And thus I have managed to miss any game you might be trying to spit at me at that moment. Heard not an ounce of what you said. Nothing.
I'm sorry sweetie, not going to even get preachy about the danger of the habit, it's just all around not a good look.
Not particularly...
At some point all of us has ended a relationship with the oh so wonderful saying 'we can still be friends, right?' For many of us we have every intention of attempting to maintain a good friendship with that person after the intimate relationship ends. Really, we used to like that person to some degree, so why not attempt to maintain some type of friendship.
However, things can go so wrong after that relationship ends (one not wanting to let go, always trying to get back together, etc) that make you not even care wether or not you ever hear from that person again. It's not that you wish them harm, or hate their guts. Sometimes, you can just be so tired that you become indifferent. And I think indifference is worse that hate.
Worse than hate? Yes. Worse than hate. Indifference is where you honestly don't care one way or the other. If you talk...fine. If you never talk again...fine. Essentially you have become a non-factor in your former significant other's life. You don't count, you don't matter, you are in fact - nobody. And being nobody to someone that was such a big part in your life is tragic. At least with hate you know there are still some feelings there. You matter enough to get on that persons nerves.
So what do you do when that person you are feeling meh about resurfaces? Do you bother to even entertain communication? Do you ignore? I think it all depends. I think it's OK to attempt at least one time to be cordial. Catch up. See how they're doing. Because you honestly don't hate them at all. You can exchange pleasantries, and go on about your business. Or you could find your self accidentally opening a window in which that person thinks they can climb back in. They begin to call every week/day, they text all the time, want to hang out, get mad when you don't, get mad when you don't immediately return calls or text back, and you're left like 'what the hell' and you're back into this weird relationship/friendship thing that is just annoying, so then you ignore and it doesn't matter, and you're mean and it doesn't matter.....no matter what you do or say they still come back around. Like nothing ever happened. And then it just becomes sad....
But then could be just my situation.
Worse than hate? Yes. Worse than hate. Indifference is where you honestly don't care one way or the other. If you talk...fine. If you never talk again...fine. Essentially you have become a non-factor in your former significant other's life. You don't count, you don't matter, you are in fact - nobody. And being nobody to someone that was such a big part in your life is tragic. At least with hate you know there are still some feelings there. You matter enough to get on that persons nerves.
So what do you do when that person you are feeling meh about resurfaces? Do you bother to even entertain communication? Do you ignore? I think it all depends. I think it's OK to attempt at least one time to be cordial. Catch up. See how they're doing. Because you honestly don't hate them at all. You can exchange pleasantries, and go on about your business. Or you could find your self accidentally opening a window in which that person thinks they can climb back in. They begin to call every week/day, they text all the time, want to hang out, get mad when you don't, get mad when you don't immediately return calls or text back, and you're left like 'what the hell' and you're back into this weird relationship/friendship thing that is just annoying, so then you ignore and it doesn't matter, and you're mean and it doesn't matter.....no matter what you do or say they still come back around. Like nothing ever happened. And then it just becomes sad....
But then could be just my situation.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Moment of Simple
2:31 PM
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Share It Maybe...
Because 2 of my most favorite people got the original song stuck in my head today, I decided that today's Moment of Simple would be the parody of the original. Enjoy.
Let's ride this out together...shall we?
So I sit down at my desk in front of this salad I'm about to destroy for lunch and begin going through my normal fast-food-bought-salad rituals. First look for a sell by time stamp, remove the tomatoes, and begin to painstakingly remove all the bits of shredded carrots that I can conceivably and inconceivably get my fingers on. What's left is a pile of multicolored leaves.
And I begin to think..
Who was the first person to actually decided to start munching on the random vegetation that's out there in the wilderness - because let's be honest in the beginning it was all wilderness. Imagine just wandering in the woods, feeling hungry and saying 'hey...those leaves on that there bush sure do look yummy'.
Better yet, how many people died from eating the wrong kind of leaf?
AND EVEN BETTER STILL....
I can see experimenting with the leaves that you see cause they are in your face of course. Just right there. But who's bright idea was it to pick up one of those piles of leaves, pull it out of the ground and decide to eat the root? Who discovered there were carrots in those there dirt mounds?
Needless to say this prompted a quick search on the Google and I found that apparently it's not 100% known. But they believe the cultivating carrots originated in Afghanistan in the 900s. Or even somewhere around Turkey. Those were the first ones with purple or yellow roots. That is at least according to the good people at carrotmuseum.com (seriously...wtf...carrotmuseum.com...).
Anyway. There my train stopped. Hope you enjoyed your journey through my mind at lunch. Be careful when exiting off the train onto the platform.
This is why I shouldn't be left alone with my thoughts. I never get anything done....
You should call me....
The other day I was listening to the Doug Bank's show and they were discussing wether or not couples had to 'check in' with one another when out away from their partner. Of course this discussion is most often presented in the context of men calling their women to let them know what's going on and what time they'll be home. But it can often (but not really) be in the reverse. Typically the women believe that if the men aren't in the streets 'doing wrong', then why is it a big deal to call and let them know where they are, who they're with, what they're doing, what time they're coming home. Men's response typically is: I'm GROWN!
But I will say, that if you live with your significant other, you'll have more of an obligation to come on/tell them when you're coming home, than most. You don't want your boo worried about you being in an accident or somewhere lying in a gutter hurt. Plus if you're not coming home, where are you spending the night?
But if you had no plans to connect, you've already talked for the day and you get a little busy I think it's completely your choice wether or not you call your partner and let them know what's going on. If you do, then that's sweet because you truly didn't have to. You can always talk to them the next day, or fill them in later. It doesn't mean you're out there doing wrong. I think that's where a lot of the trust factor comes in.
This is a debate that has been and will probably continue to go on for ever. I think that no one should feel obligated to 'check in' with their significant other, nor should you expect or be expected to. There's absolutely no reason for you to feel like you have to keep tabs on your partner. That just leads to a miserable relationship filled with paranoia, control issues, jealousy and deception.
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