I don't know how many times I have had to preach this sermon, but I stepping up to the pulpit to deliver this word yet again.
STOP FEEDING INTO THESE PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS!!!
I know it's hard not to because we've been programmed to believe that if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck then...it's a duck. However that's not always the case. It might be a goose, or a swan. It may even be a machine. The point is many times things are not as they seem. A mirage of sorts. We go into situations taking things at face value not even trying to dig deeper or consider that it's a façade.
So let's just get into it. I've been holding this in for the better part of two weeks, by the way. I...AM NOT...a freakin...KITTEN! Sexually, that is or any other wise for that matter because I don't like cats. I am also not a person who openly displays their sexuality. I'm a real chill individual. I don't care for a lot of attention. I people watch...impassively, but with enough interest that I give off the wide eyed and bushy tailed vibe. So much so that people who fake know me ask if I'm a virgin even though I've busted that myth for them several times -- not physically, just to clarify. But, all of that is part of the intrigue. "I know I seem innocent not, but what happens when it's just us body to body? Are you ready and willing to find out?" My self code is to smile more than I talk to certain individuals. I figure people like surprises and even the person I've been dealing with most consistently is surprised because he forgets that there are two heads to this quarter. That works for me. That's my version of sexy. That's my cool.
How-muh fuggin-EVER!!! Stop being a fuck boy. If you have constantly been comparing and contrasting me to another bitch for most of the day, ain't no way Imma be on you hard up like that. Imma chill...in my quiet corner and read your ass for filth in my brain in an effort to save you from this wrath. Let's be VERY clear:
1. I don't look like that bitch.
2. I don't talk like that bitch.
3. I definitely don't smell like that bitch.
4. Matter of fact, I don't even like that bitch.
Therefore, don't make me do time for crimes that I have not committed...as if I'm that bitch! But since you are...your loss, friend. No whack reviews over here.
Do better, fuck boys. I know it's hard because you always in the midst of fuckshit and foolery, but give the better side of the grass a whirl.
Like I said, this has been brewing for about two weeks. I just had to get it out before it consumed me.
K, bye.
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