Wrong Hood
As I sit here, I ponder about the subject I’ll use in my blog that will convey what I really want to say.
My mind wonders, do I talk about~
How stressed I am? How tired I am? Do I talk about work? Do I talk about love?
Or do I just talk about how I just been tweaking these last few months?
How about I talk about it all.
One can’t tell another how to cope.
If I lash out and snap on Instagram it’s mine & I own it 100%.
At least I didn’t drug myself to death or commit suicide.
Let people be people.
Social media has so many rules: “ You can only express yourself like this, or Naw, can’t bring that to the Internet.” Listen, the problem is that we put too many stipulations on other people. Social media rules become life rules.
We are so worried about what the other is doing. We talk about what they doing versus trying to help.
Somebody told me you can’t measure somebody else’s breaking point.
The world expects you to take your punches in silence and appear to the world as:
“Fine, nothing is wrong here… ever!”
Well, that shit is stressful; trying to put on a mask to cover up your bruises every damn day.
To top it off, the person(s) that cause the pain either don’t care or believe that they did nothing wrong or worse YOU DID IT, IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!! So we have to learn how to heal without the closure we always want, without an apology but with dignity. We have to learn to dive deeper into “self,” so that what another person does cannot affect how we view ourselves. Can you imagine how fucked up a person’s mind is after that? Trying to figure out whose fault it is so you can begin the healing process properly. I need a shot just thinking about that. Yea some screws gon be missing. I’m human and to know me is to know I’m going to be human regardless, but that’s everyone. At what point in “humanity did we lose that ‘human” factor.
At what point do some forget that we ALL have feelings too.
Now I see what they mean by an early life crisis.
I’m closer to 30 than I am 21 and what can I say I have learned?
The world doesn’t give a $#@* about your feelings.
It could be him but it could also be you, sis.
She wasn’t supposed to be loyal to you so don’t take him back and then still hate her. Forgive them both.
Live for you! Your parents have done whatever age you are, tell them it’s your turn
If you don’t like getting up for work… you hate that job… create a business plan or go on Indeed, Glassdoor, or Monster.com for happier mornings. I’m also hiring
Dairy is why your skin won’t clear up.
If you don’t drink water I don’t care how many pineapples you eat… yo pussy stink.
1 out of every 4 got something going on they can’t tell anybody about because of how society is going to label them if they know.
If you don’t fix your mental, them Balenciaga shoes ain’t gon make you happier and they UGLY.
Being a “ boss” doesn’t mean to be mean to everybody that you think ain’t on your level. you could think you talking to the janitor but you talking to the owner and you treated her like shit.
“ Do you, Ima do me” shouldn’t be a punishment it should always be that way.
Don’t move in together. It’s a one-way ticket to: “ I fucking hate that ni**a!”
If somebody has an opinion of you… that’s a reflection of them and has nothing to do with you.
Hurt people, hurt people!
I ain’t gon lie, we are ALL out here hurt. We are all grieving a loved one, missing an ex, struggling at work, struggling to make ends meet, struggling to find self, or struggling to be a parent when our own parents didn’t know how to parent us. We are all going through something. I’m never going to be “ perfect” as the world defines perfect… I plan on working towards being perfect for me. That’s all I can do and honestly, that’s all I got for y’all today.
p.s. adulthood is the worse hood I’ve ever been to and I’m from Chicago and Detroit!
-October 30,2019
