A Case of the "So Called' Ex

A year later, six months later, here they go again.....

Thanks to my new found outlook I'm quick to hit you with that *Kanye Shrug* and a *Blank Stare* simply because of the fact that I don't allow myself to give too much of a damn nowadays. I've been through my struggles of dealing with failed attempts at relationships, and even hurt a few feelings along the way. While I do apologize, I will never regret it. But lately I have been plagued with the case of the Exes in a major way. It seems like everybody who I tried with only for them to turn around and play me wants to come back around and have some sort of delusional friendship now. Like six months ago you were just ignoring my phone calls because you were to chicken to try something different.

I know it sounds like I'm venting but I swear I have a point to this.....

Wise people tell me constantly that Hindsight is 20/20 and I will believe that to the death. Think about it. Every single situation you ever have been through, I guarantee that you can look back at it and at least find one thing you would do differently. There's nothing wrong with that. You can, however, be conscious of the situation and understand that unless you want to live with regrets, you make sure you do what you feel is right and be ready to deal with the consequences. It's not the fact that these people want to make an appearance back into my life now. I mean, after all, it IS me! Who wouldn't want to be in my life?? (conceited moment of the day) Where my problem in all this lies is when they do make the contact, they not ready to deal with my reaction to it. I'm in a very good place right now and I love my life just the way it is. I don't need any more fairweather friends, I have enough real ones.You made your decision, you had your chance. I commend you for wanting to be in contact with me. Just don't expect me to accept your advances and don't be upset when I don't.

"My life is a one-way street. I only move forward, and I only look back to see where I came from. Not because I want to go back there." -@JeanChristos

Good Day....

Don't Be the Nice Guy

Ok, this may not be entirely true or even focused but sometimes I wonder what would happen if all dudes actually did start treating women badly. The only people who believe that ALL men are dogs are the single ones who refuse to look in the mirror and address their own faults before trying to accept someone elses', OR, the ones who refuse to look outside of their initial preference of men to open themselves up to a different type of dude. It is my belief that a dude who is considered a "nice guy" truly does finish last when it comes to women. I think women like to walk some sort of fine line between a dude who put them in their place and one who slaps them in their place. It sort of seems counter-intuitive for a woman to like a bad-boy but not want him to do bad-boy things towards her, just everyone else. In theory, it sounds good but its very hard to achieve. Its a biological fact for a girl to be attracted to a man who she feels that can protect and provide. It's hard wired. But this wiring can be overridden. Likewise, men are hardwired to reproduce frequently with as many females as possible. But not every man cheats. Ladies, I know there are a lot of double standards in the world that don't necessarily work in a woman's favor. But why not work to try and change the one you can control. Stop telling these men that you want a bad-boy. We don't know what the hell that is. Moreso, understand what It means to want a bad-boy. If that's what you like then fine, but try not to just limit yourself to only the guys who convey that bad-boy quality explicitly, usually they are compensating. Instead, try and consider it as a secondary trait and look for someone who is genuine, driven, and focused first.... who happens to have a healthy amount of "thug" in him.

After all, Nice guys give love too!!

Food 4 Thought

I'm getting some real good vibes from what's going on here. In the midst of all the BS and negativity I caught a glimpse of something completely worthwhile. It's like finding your favorite flavor in a big ass bag of nasty ass jelly beans. You get the picture. It's tough, though, entering a new situation without letting your past experiences influence your future attitude. Too much pain, not enough joy. Too much hate, not enough love. I don't even like that word. Truthfully, I have no idea how to combat those feelings but I do know this:

Building a wall around your heart is great for keeping the hurt out....

But love also can't get in....Which is worth the sacrafice??

Food 4 Thought

I guess I'm an Asshole LOL

I just may be an asshole. Today I was labeled as 'unapproachable' because my conversation can seem a little cynical, even condescending at times. My response?


Thanks!


Sarcasm was never intended to create a sense of me diminishing your intelligence. It's humor, you know? A literary technique. Well let's examine this term 'asshole.' The literal role of an anus is to provide a safe and efficient exit of harmful waste from the body. Think about it. Where would that leave you had the asshole not existed? Right. An asshole could be nothing more than a person who gets rid of all the shit produced by our society. An efficient pathway to release all of the waste of our world. If there  were no assholes around to keep it real and stop the bullshit, we would all be some very miserable, and gaseous, bastards. You're Welcome!! :-)

Love Won't Work Alone

Coasting on the wings of life flies the body of uncertainty. An expanse so great not even the strongest of loves can cross it. Gestures taken for granted, soft words ignored. The indecision of a torn between love and happiness holds the power to destroy the greatest truths. How does one overcome such treachery? Do we accept the inevitable and live life as is? Do we fight to the end over the prospect of a perfect love? Is there even such a thing? The ideals of a perfect love lie solely in the eyes and hearts of the participating parties. Two hearts intertwined as one functioning body, one for the sake of the other. Beating in unison, pumping synonymously. Powered by the most sensitive of signals, capable of being thrown askew by the faintest of disturbances. But once disturbance has occurred, is there room for reconciliation? Or does the heart stay bruised forever, each blow damaging the heart slightly more until the point finally comes where the heart can no longer fulfill it's duties. When the flat line is upon us and trust no longer holds those hearts together, it becomes apparent that love won't work alone.

The Warmup....

You don't have to call it poetry. I'm no poet. I just feel obligated to write about what I feel in the hopes that my words may inspire someone else in the same situation. I don't write for the attention. I write because dealing with intense emotions can lead you to insanity if not dealt with in a positive manner.  Songwriters write songs, producers make beats. Painters, well... Paint. 


You get where I'm going with this...


I have been blessed with the ability to do a good bit of it all. Why not share? Some of these posts may seem poetic in structure. Some may just seem like me talking out the side of my neck. One thing you can guarantee though is that it's all the way true. SO... with that being said, If you end up in my words that means you were in my thoughts. Good or bad, you're there. Take it as a compliment.