So Many People Use Your Name In Vain...
Love. What a bitch. It's probably the greatest and the worst thing that can happen to a person at the same time. But the thing is, you have to KNOW what it's all about before you can go around spewing the word to every chick (or guy) you talk to. And that's what we're gonna talk about today, l-o-v-e.
Love is something that develops. From that random thought about a person that makes you smile to you counting the minutes until you see them again. It starts off simple, with regular conversation, then grows into a bonding experience.
Love is universal. It doesn't care who you are, what you do, what you look like or how you go about things. Love happens, then things happen. You can't help it, you can't control it. Ask the girl who falls in love with her best friend, or the man who falls in love with his mom's stepdaughter.
Love is something that we're all looking for, I don't care who you are. Even me, being a cynic at heart, I hope to meet that guy who's gonna shock the hell outta me and sweep me off my feet. People who date online are looking for love. People who have been hurt, still look for love. Some people ask if it's such a hassle, why bother falling in love? Because the rewards SO outweigh the challenge. Let's not forget people, marriage DOES still exist. For better purposes than taxes, children and citizenship. To have someone that accepts you and loves you, with all your flaws, is priceless.
Love (along with lust and like), makes us stupid. In the beginning, in the middle and the end. You can't control the butterflies when you hear their ringtone or even worse, when you hear their voice. You often find yourself staring at your phone, willing it to ring. You check your email to see if you got mail. You can't help but looking at pictures of you together (or just pictures of him/her). You play your next date over and over in your head, but once you see your hunny, it all goes out the window, cuz you're just so happy to see them. You drive past their hous--wait, that's not love, that's stalking! Moving on...
Love is fun. You've finally met that person you can be yourself with, without concern for rejection or abuse, so rock with it. Share everything. Who you are, who you wanna be. Your dreams, your aspirations and your disappointments. The fun of it is, they won't care. Why? Cuz it's love, baby!!
Love is not something to be taken for granted. And that is what this is about. Those who DON'T know what love is about, thinking they do. But I'm not too frustrated, cuz that's also a part of the process. Forgetting to do (or stopping) the little things is what makes things start to fall down. Keep it tight, keep ya figure right, get your hair fixed, rock the hottest outfits. There's a difference between being comfortable and taking things for granted. Make sure you're cognizant of that. Now on to the point.
My brother knows nothing about love. But he's also young, and that's probably his only saving grace. Lemme explain. Last month, around Mother's Day, my brother was "IN LOVE" with this girl named Aziza (however the hell you spell her name). She was his heart, she "got" him and they were gonna be together forever. The only thing that sucked about the situation was that she was in NY. The distance sucked. I tried to explain to him how he knew nothing about love then. Tried to tell him I'd been there and done that, but he thinks I'm bitter cuz I've been single for so long. He doesn't know that it's really by choice, but he knows nothing about my life, anyway. So he used to try to make me talk to her and wanted to introduce her to my dad. Looked like they were really gonna make it work. That was May.
So last night, I asked Chris about Aziza and he told me that it was done. I asked why (not very nicely, either, I threw his own words in his face) and he told me that the distance was an issue and she was starting to let her age show. Are you f'ing kidding me? She was the greatest thing since sliced bread not 30 days ago and you were tossin' the "l" word in her direction every chance you got. Now, she's too young? Nice.
But I got to the bottom of that mystery: Chris has a new boo. This one's a bit closer, she lives in southern Georgia (seriously southern). Her name is Chante and e met her when we first moved out here, they've been friends since. Cool, fine. Now, I've got a couple theories about my brother. I think my mom's passing has really affected his outlook on women. I've often heard him say "that's a cute mom" or "that mom looks mad good" or "mothers out here don't look like mothers," all to which I'd give him a strange look and let him know they were women first. I asked him if losing Mommy has traumatized him, but he just told me no. So I let it go.
Now get this: Chante's pregnant. And the kid's not my brother's. But the boy is ready to take care of Chante and her child. Which pisses me off, to no end. He is ALSO telling this Chante chick that he loves her. Something he just proved he knows nothing about with the Aziza situation. I was gonna try to talk to him about it, but I remembered how I was at his age, how I hated to be told what to do and wanted to make my own mistakes. So this time around, I'm letting it go. And it's serious cuz I heard the word "proposal" when he was on the phone with her yesterday. That's just nuts. But it's him, let him learn on his own. I'm gonna focus on myself and just be there when the drama goes down.
Love, so many people use your name in vain.
Love is something that develops. From that random thought about a person that makes you smile to you counting the minutes until you see them again. It starts off simple, with regular conversation, then grows into a bonding experience.
Love is universal. It doesn't care who you are, what you do, what you look like or how you go about things. Love happens, then things happen. You can't help it, you can't control it. Ask the girl who falls in love with her best friend, or the man who falls in love with his mom's stepdaughter.
Love is something that we're all looking for, I don't care who you are. Even me, being a cynic at heart, I hope to meet that guy who's gonna shock the hell outta me and sweep me off my feet. People who date online are looking for love. People who have been hurt, still look for love. Some people ask if it's such a hassle, why bother falling in love? Because the rewards SO outweigh the challenge. Let's not forget people, marriage DOES still exist. For better purposes than taxes, children and citizenship. To have someone that accepts you and loves you, with all your flaws, is priceless.
Love (along with lust and like), makes us stupid. In the beginning, in the middle and the end. You can't control the butterflies when you hear their ringtone or even worse, when you hear their voice. You often find yourself staring at your phone, willing it to ring. You check your email to see if you got mail. You can't help but looking at pictures of you together (or just pictures of him/her). You play your next date over and over in your head, but once you see your hunny, it all goes out the window, cuz you're just so happy to see them. You drive past their hous--wait, that's not love, that's stalking! Moving on...
Love is fun. You've finally met that person you can be yourself with, without concern for rejection or abuse, so rock with it. Share everything. Who you are, who you wanna be. Your dreams, your aspirations and your disappointments. The fun of it is, they won't care. Why? Cuz it's love, baby!!
Love is not something to be taken for granted. And that is what this is about. Those who DON'T know what love is about, thinking they do. But I'm not too frustrated, cuz that's also a part of the process. Forgetting to do (or stopping) the little things is what makes things start to fall down. Keep it tight, keep ya figure right, get your hair fixed, rock the hottest outfits. There's a difference between being comfortable and taking things for granted. Make sure you're cognizant of that. Now on to the point.
My brother knows nothing about love. But he's also young, and that's probably his only saving grace. Lemme explain. Last month, around Mother's Day, my brother was "IN LOVE" with this girl named Aziza (however the hell you spell her name). She was his heart, she "got" him and they were gonna be together forever. The only thing that sucked about the situation was that she was in NY. The distance sucked. I tried to explain to him how he knew nothing about love then. Tried to tell him I'd been there and done that, but he thinks I'm bitter cuz I've been single for so long. He doesn't know that it's really by choice, but he knows nothing about my life, anyway. So he used to try to make me talk to her and wanted to introduce her to my dad. Looked like they were really gonna make it work. That was May.
So last night, I asked Chris about Aziza and he told me that it was done. I asked why (not very nicely, either, I threw his own words in his face) and he told me that the distance was an issue and she was starting to let her age show. Are you f'ing kidding me? She was the greatest thing since sliced bread not 30 days ago and you were tossin' the "l" word in her direction every chance you got. Now, she's too young? Nice.
But I got to the bottom of that mystery: Chris has a new boo. This one's a bit closer, she lives in southern Georgia (seriously southern). Her name is Chante and e met her when we first moved out here, they've been friends since. Cool, fine. Now, I've got a couple theories about my brother. I think my mom's passing has really affected his outlook on women. I've often heard him say "that's a cute mom" or "that mom looks mad good" or "mothers out here don't look like mothers," all to which I'd give him a strange look and let him know they were women first. I asked him if losing Mommy has traumatized him, but he just told me no. So I let it go.
Now get this: Chante's pregnant. And the kid's not my brother's. But the boy is ready to take care of Chante and her child. Which pisses me off, to no end. He is ALSO telling this Chante chick that he loves her. Something he just proved he knows nothing about with the Aziza situation. I was gonna try to talk to him about it, but I remembered how I was at his age, how I hated to be told what to do and wanted to make my own mistakes. So this time around, I'm letting it go. And it's serious cuz I heard the word "proposal" when he was on the phone with her yesterday. That's just nuts. But it's him, let him learn on his own. I'm gonna focus on myself and just be there when the drama goes down.
Love, so many people use your name in vain.
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