What the Fuss?
Had to plug my boo Stevie Wonder, his new CD is out today and it's gonna be a classic (sorry, Corey, still no word on the new Michael Jackson release. Hope too many boy scouts haven't been hurt so far). So, after reading this blog, go out and pick it up.
Ya know, people like to make it seem as though I'm a drama queen when it's really not the case. Sure, I get a bit worked up at times, something as small as a splinter gets as much attention from me as people get from lawyers handling accutane lawsuits (exactly), but still. You have to understand the method to my mad ness. I make the small things big so when the big things come along, I'm the calmest, most collected person in the room, tried and true. Anyway, on to the story...
I was talking to my dad a couple of nights ago and our conversations are usually filled with him cursing unnecessarily and handing down orders of things he'd like done over the course of the week (I'm thinkin' I missed my calling as a personal assistant). So after talk of debt consolidation, car issues and real estate, I informed him that I knew he had a girlfriend. I told him I didn't care, I just would've appreciated being told. So my father, the pimp, informs me that he has not just one, but 3 girlfriends. Wasn't sure if he was kidding or not, but I told him I was happy for him and kept it movin'. See? No big deal.
People get so caught up in worrying about my response that they choose to simply not tell me things. And I don't understand why. Yes, I am what my friends like to call a "slap of reality," but it is never my GOAL to do that. I never set out in the beginning of a conversation to break anyone or anything down. AS I've said before, a spade is a spade, diamond men's watches are diamond men's watches, truth is truth. There's usually no middle ground. That's how it's always been, all or nothing.
Take my friend Kristy, she's dating this guy (for real now, not internet dating) that she goes back and forth with. She likes him, but doesn't like him. he takes care of her but is lacking in other areas. She talks about dumping him one day then goes off to mountains with him and her children the next. I'm like, if you like him, you like him. Dump or get off the pot and don't drag your kids into it, either. That's not harsh or mean, it's real. And that's all I am, is real. I'll concede, to people who don't know me, I can come off a little high strung, but I'm really not.
My dad always told me it wasn't ever what I was saying, it's the WAY I was saying it. I just speak like I'm in a soap opera and that's not my fault. Blame my grandma, she had me watching "Days of Our Lives" and "The Young and the Restless" when I was 9 years old. I have very strong feelings about certain subjects and here's a little fun fact: I'm not very verbal about the things I feel strongest about because I know my point won't come across the right way (take that home, put it in your mouth, it's delicious). What's funny is, when I'm quiet, people freak out like I'm a step away from jumping in the Chattahoochie (Hudson to my NYers).
Bottom line, when you talk to me, you'll find I have a lot of insight into a lot of things and give pretty good advice. Whether or not you want to hear that advice right away is up to you but just remember you asked. It's your life and if you make a dumb choice, that's on you. I never claimed to be Miss Cleo or Dr. Phil. If I've offended or upset any of my dear friends, I'm sorry you didn't like what I said, but take it as a lesson learned and don't bother asking again. Even though you know I'm gonna be right. Nothing I tell you is meant to hurt you, my goal is to look out for you at all times.
So, talk to me, don't talk to me. Ask for advice, tell me to keep it to myself. Either way, get it off your chest. And remember, I'm only human and livin' life right along with you, learning things on the way. So let it out, what the fuss?
Ya know, people like to make it seem as though I'm a drama queen when it's really not the case. Sure, I get a bit worked up at times, something as small as a splinter gets as much attention from me as people get from lawyers handling accutane lawsuits (exactly), but still. You have to understand the method to my mad ness. I make the small things big so when the big things come along, I'm the calmest, most collected person in the room, tried and true. Anyway, on to the story...
I was talking to my dad a couple of nights ago and our conversations are usually filled with him cursing unnecessarily and handing down orders of things he'd like done over the course of the week (I'm thinkin' I missed my calling as a personal assistant). So after talk of debt consolidation, car issues and real estate, I informed him that I knew he had a girlfriend. I told him I didn't care, I just would've appreciated being told. So my father, the pimp, informs me that he has not just one, but 3 girlfriends. Wasn't sure if he was kidding or not, but I told him I was happy for him and kept it movin'. See? No big deal.
People get so caught up in worrying about my response that they choose to simply not tell me things. And I don't understand why. Yes, I am what my friends like to call a "slap of reality," but it is never my GOAL to do that. I never set out in the beginning of a conversation to break anyone or anything down. AS I've said before, a spade is a spade, diamond men's watches are diamond men's watches, truth is truth. There's usually no middle ground. That's how it's always been, all or nothing.
Take my friend Kristy, she's dating this guy (for real now, not internet dating) that she goes back and forth with. She likes him, but doesn't like him. he takes care of her but is lacking in other areas. She talks about dumping him one day then goes off to mountains with him and her children the next. I'm like, if you like him, you like him. Dump or get off the pot and don't drag your kids into it, either. That's not harsh or mean, it's real. And that's all I am, is real. I'll concede, to people who don't know me, I can come off a little high strung, but I'm really not.
My dad always told me it wasn't ever what I was saying, it's the WAY I was saying it. I just speak like I'm in a soap opera and that's not my fault. Blame my grandma, she had me watching "Days of Our Lives" and "The Young and the Restless" when I was 9 years old. I have very strong feelings about certain subjects and here's a little fun fact: I'm not very verbal about the things I feel strongest about because I know my point won't come across the right way (take that home, put it in your mouth, it's delicious). What's funny is, when I'm quiet, people freak out like I'm a step away from jumping in the Chattahoochie (Hudson to my NYers).
Bottom line, when you talk to me, you'll find I have a lot of insight into a lot of things and give pretty good advice. Whether or not you want to hear that advice right away is up to you but just remember you asked. It's your life and if you make a dumb choice, that's on you. I never claimed to be Miss Cleo or Dr. Phil. If I've offended or upset any of my dear friends, I'm sorry you didn't like what I said, but take it as a lesson learned and don't bother asking again. Even though you know I'm gonna be right. Nothing I tell you is meant to hurt you, my goal is to look out for you at all times.
So, talk to me, don't talk to me. Ask for advice, tell me to keep it to myself. Either way, get it off your chest. And remember, I'm only human and livin' life right along with you, learning things on the way. So let it out, what the fuss?
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