Bitch Be Gone...

     Boy I tell you , the longer you live the more you learn . Im learning more about myself everyday,and even more about others. I have long abandoned the "Woe is me" thought of being , but I see that not everyone has, or is even trying to. There seems to be a certain comfort in feeling that the world is against you ,therefore you're left to be defensive and feel sorry for yourself. For anyone that is offended by the words to come,I dont give a damn. A wake up call is just what you need...
     I attended a talk show taping disguised as a workshop last week. I had a great time, connected with some old friends , had some welcome exchanges. It was a decent excursion. The topic was something about single ladies(when it airs I'll be sure to let you know exactly what the title is),and why so many women today are single. Many issues were brought to light, needing a daddy , being a control freak, playing the victim,etc. While I understand those feelings arise, the truth of the matter is that often , WE get in our own way.(Here's where some feelings might get hurt..)
     Being a bitter bitch is passe'. All the 'He did me wrong' talk is so tired its crazy. The extra attitude, flip mouth,desperation...it speaks volumes about how you really feel inside about yourself! All my Shenanigans followers know that I'd been having a rough go of it after that nuclear meltdown of a situation between me and 'Rapper Dude',but I had to get control of myself. I couldnt let that define me. With that said, for the ever breathing life of me dont understand many women. I just dont. I can't sit for hours on end and bash my son's father. He's a dick.com,the end. I witnessed so many women in that audience try so hard and do so much , I swear I was ready to set up shop with a vendor's cart selling Gatorade backstage. They had attitudes about what past loves did to them , then when like 50 single guys came out to join the forum, it was like Player's Ball '02 up in there. I've never seen so many women thirsty and vying for a man's attention since Freaknik.It was ridiculous. And the saddest part was ,the show's intent was for us to become more confident and sure of ourselves before allowing a man into the fold. Yeah, whatever. As soon as that man - meat was rolled out all focus was lost. Wack I tell you.
     Ive said all that to say this: ladies, we have to do better. Ask yourself, what man wants a woman, a partner , a wife, who's always complaining. Has a problem with everything and everyone. Who never sees the simple pleasures in life. NONE. Hell, I dont want a man like that.Its old. We have become so conditioned by this " I dont NEED a man" mentality that its crippling us. Bad relationships happen, I would know. It doesnt mean that all men are devils though. Ive dated all types, my beloved artist, the corporate guy, dope boys, and I had fun with them. Even if we didnt 'happen',the one thing is that I learned something from the experience. Being alone can be hard, but it doesnt have to be the end. Look into self to see how the next time can be better. Make changes today , before time beats your ass, and youre known as the crazy cat lady up the street...

This Ol' Heart Of Mine...

 Eh, another Valentine's Day is upon us, and depending on the state of affairs concerning your love life, youre either happy as hell or ready to shoot a few people. Im still solo like Mario Van Peebles, but Im not lonely. As far fetched as it may seem, Im longing for 'him', the one that will come along purely by accident and force me to give in to that "loving feeling". Yes. I confess. Im a romantic like the rest of you suckas out there. It just takes that special something to make me feel it. Although I hate to admit it, Im trying my best to kick my residual feelings for You Know Who and at times theyre beating the hell outta me like Penny's mother on Good Times. Im still missing the hell outta him, and I pray everyday to just be over it . Instead of  catching weirdos in my bushes, calling my phone private,and having hidden fiancee's, one day I hope to have that something real to call my own. The one I wont let get away. Who I will be proud to call mine. Who wont bore the sh*t out of me. The one who wont let ME get away. Who I wont mind coming home to instead of crying in the car at the very thought. He who will actually cherish me.He doesnt have to be a rapper , an artist,  a pretty boy, a superhero. He does have to be real though. Cant say Im in the mood for accepting anything else. I dont want Mr. Wrong, whoever the fu*k that is .I dont want perfect. I want an all true man. He has the be courageous enough to step to me head up and throw that cool sh*t out the window. Im still wringing the dirty dishwater out from the fabric of my heart. Hopefully soon I'll be in the right place to accept him when he comes.Being alone can suck, but not as much as carrying a torch for someone who kept it moving like Soul II Soul...