We don’t do bitch-ass shit to each other.

Seems simple enough, right? You’d think it’s common sense, but you’d think wrong. Apparently many people don’t live by this credo in their friendships, and then they walk around wondering why people keep dropping out of their lives like DNA-tested Maury show participants. But seriously, have you looked at the shit you do to your so-called friends? How are you flirting with your friend’s man every chance you get and still expecting the friendship to last? How do you borrow money from your friend and never pay it back, and then have the nerve and audacity to turn around and get mad because she’s letting a money issue affect your relationship? “We’re s’posed to be bigger than that!” Bitch, please. How come we’re only supposed to be “bigger than” shit when you’re the one fucking up? Things that make you go “hmmm“. And who the fuck are you to think you can tell your friend who they can and can’t be friends with? Making ultimatums and shit, and then getting mad when they decide that you’re the weakest link. Good-bye.

But I digress.

This whole blog was inspired by my 8 year old niece. She came home from school yesterday, pouting and overall down in the dumps, and when I asked her why she began to tell me how she had just lost one of her closest friends over some old bullshit (my words, not hers, lol). She was truly hurt by it yesterday, but I’m sure she’ll go back to school today and it will all be back to normal, because at 8 years old that’s how friendship works. Somebody does something fucked up to you, you’re mad for like 10 minutes, and then you’re best friends again. It’s that simple. But the fact that the whole scenario she shared with me was one that has happened to me with a grown ass person got me thinking. Maybe some of us never truly learn how to be real friends. Somewhere along they way, these little kids, who do grimey shit to people and expect everything to be cool, grow up into adults who do the exact same shit. Maybe my niece shouldn’t just go back to school and act like everything is fine. Maybe she needs to just cut this little heffa off. And then maybe, just maybe, her little mean ass would learn a lesson that many grown ass people still have yet to fully comprehend. You don’t do bitch-ass shit to your friends!

Or maybe I’m just jaded.

Either way, it’s 2010, and if you’re grown with NO fucking friends, maybe it’s time to take a look at yourself and figure out what’s going on. I’m not saying you should have 12 best friends and a posse of homies when your grown, *cough* Ray J *cough*, but if you don’t have one close friend in this world, all I’m saying is it’s probably your fault. Witcha bitch-ass.

Until next time,
Neek

P.S. Here’s a picture of me and the bestest now.

Gawsh, I love her. We be shitting on you hoes (© Geisha). Lmao!

We are literally signing on to shout out our opinions to the world as though they seriously matter. Where people used to have opinions they may actually keep to themselves, or I don’t know, maybe share with friends and family, now it’s impossible to have an opinion unless you’re near your computer or phone so you can immediately share it with the world, or at least your adoring followers. And all the time we never stop to think: why the fuck is this even necessary? And people (including me) take time out to say the most judgmental shit about everyone else. To read my Twitter timeline you would think many of the people I follow have never made a mistake. Or done the wrong thing knowing it was dead ass wrong. Or heaven forbid they had a typo or misspelled a word. They spend all day pointing everyone else’s mistakes and fuck ups, never really aiming the microscopes at their damn selves.

Or what’s worse, they get bigheaded over the number of followers they have, as though having 10,000 people reading your Tweets makes you elite. How much does Twitter pay per follower again? Nothing you say? So you’re still broke? Oh.

I actually saw a blogger that I followed, who had like 9,000 followers, complaining that too many people were replying to her to agree with a statement she made. As though all these people got together and decided to reply just to annoy her. Bitch you just shouted out your opinion to 9,000 fucking people; you didn’t think some of them would have something to say about it? What the fuck are you sharing your opinion via Twitter for if you don’t want them to say shit about what they are reading? Don’t you have a friend you could call? And I’m not saying getting 100′s of “me too” messages isn’t an annoying thing, but I am saying you decided to blast the shit out to 9,000 people so don’t turn around and complain about something you started. You seriously expected them all to be silent and just make you feel better about yourself by upping your follower count? Word?

And then there are the lovely ignorant ass individuals who post pictures of their half naked asses all over Twitter, talk about the greatness and superiority of their vagina or penis, quote Lil’ Boosie and Gucci Mane all day, and keep hoshit alive 24/7 365. All this while thanking God for his many “wondaful” blessings and posting TwitPics of their children / godchildren / nieces / nephews / mamas / grand mamas. The fact that they can’t see how ridiculous they are is mind-blowing, and even they have the nerve and audacity to make self righteous comments criticizing others!

Now I’ve said all this, and I did leave out the few things that have made my time on the site somewhat enriching. People reaching out to help others, the speed with which breaking news and information can be spread and discussed is unparalleled, and my favorite part of all, the hilarious people who make me literally LMAO daily! I’m talking laughing till my abs ache and tears are falling. If I only followed them maybe I wouldn’t be as done with Twitter as I am right now. It’s not ALL bad, just mostly.

It’s just gotten to the point where I cringe darn near every time I read a Tweet. Twitter is a sad reflection of our society today and I hate what I see. And I hate that I’m becoming part of the problem. I don’t want to be jaded and lose faith in the human race because of stupid shit I see on a website. I’d rather just stop participating, so I’m officially done with Twitter for any purposes other than promotional ones.

I really didn’t intend on writing this much about this topic, lol. It seriously just kinda happened, but I felt the need to say it. Anywho, tell me your thoughts on it.

♥,
Neek

Anywho, this negro here has found a way to convey what Everest is REALLY all about, oh so eloquently. Enjoy! I know I did.

When I dialed that number I didn’t really know what to expect, but you were just what I needed. I can’t say I’m tryna get that old thing back, but its good to know who you can depend on during hard times.

Its funny how easy it is to blog when I’m going through something, but this blog is supposed to chronicle my life so I can look back later at my growth and I wanna be able to remember some good things too, lol. I’m working on it!

On one hand I’m letting go of an unhealthy relationship that caused me alot of pain and on the other hand are all these great memories of the good times and soooo much laughter, and sooooo many smiles. But things will be back to normal soon enough. I haven’t even cried once, and I’m not really hurting. Feels kinda shitty to say but it’s true.

Overall I’m just feeling like there is an empty space inside me right now, just a void. I have wrapped everything up to the best of my abilities and it is done. I know the hole will close on it’s own in time, but for now I just have to get used to one of my best friends not being there. Here it goes. Day 1.