I am apologetic to the potential obstacles that you may encounter.
Team work and communication is going to be your greatest tool.
That's a word for someone somewhere and I'm glad to be the one that could deliver that to you.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
You really can't be nice to niggas
I have too much anger in my heart to really share with y'all the full level of pisstivity that I have right now...
Warning: nothing will be grammatically corrected, I'm not re-reading, if it doesn't make any sense charge it to my head, not my heart.
So the other day, I decided to share one of my pet peeves. As a recap-I don't like for someone to tell me they have something to tell me "later". There's one singular thing that I hate more than that: flakes. I'm ok with ppl that are late, at least them motherfuckers show up. Sometimes them niggas can get the fuck on too cause after a certain period of time, it's just got damn disrespectful.
You may say, "Yo Christin, you're late too", and to this I will reply "never more than 20 min". Is it perfect? Nope. Does it make sense? To me it does, and here's why; it's pretty socially acceptable to be 5-10 min late, 15 and 20 is kinda pushing but it's acceptable as long as the person lets you know. I'm that person. I'm that person that's always gonna be late, but imma tell you. Another thing that you can count on is the fact that I'm going to BE THERE. Late? ¡Sí! There? ¡Dos sí!
Nothing grinds my gears more than someone who says that they're going to do something, be somewhere, meet you somewhere, do something with you but when it comes time they'll flake. The level of disrespect is so fucking high that it's hard for me to forgive someone if they've done that.
Remember how I said the other day that I'm very self aware? Here's another example of just how I safe proof my life to try to shield myself from the bullshit. I have a temper problem, I'm well aware of this, so I try to stay away from situations where I know it's going to agitate me. So if I make plans with someone and I know that they either have the propensity to flake, or I haven't quite established a trust with them where I know they won't flake, I'll install a lot of exit strategies for the other person. Confused? Here's what I mean: so let's say you plan a meeting with someone a week or more in advance. I'm going to reference it multiple times to make sure that that day and time works for you. I'll let you back out if other things come up, cause I understand, shit happens. I'll even be ok if you do it the day of cause I can still make other plans. I'm not a saint, by any means, so imma still be a lil upset but imma forgive you and kinda know from then on what box to put you in, also you gave me enough time to make other plans.
Ohhhhhhhhhh but there's that special subset of ppl who just stop communicating and never say anything. You bitches...whew. You bitches make my blood boil and my head hurt. The narcissistic qualities of a flake is something that someone with a psych degree should make a book about you hoes. You care so much about yourself and your lack of consideration and respect for the other person is de-motherfucking-plorable.
By the time you flake, you've had at least 3 times to back out. Depending on how long the meeting has been planned, usually dictates my level of anger. If it's something that has been 2 weeks or more, I've probably canceled or said no to other things in order to do w/e it was we were supposed to do. Time is the one thing you'll never get back. I COULD HAVE BEEN DOING OTHER THINGS. That's what pisses me off-I COULD HAVE BEEN DOING OTHER THINGS.
Ugh. Ain't nobody checking for you Otis. You don't have to lie to kick it, you're literally preaching to the choir. If you wanna go-then go. If you don't, it ain't no sweat off my nose but just let a nigga know.
I don't have time to explain shit that shouldn't be need to be explained. It makes me wonder if you niggas wash your hands when you finish using the restroom. It's literally that simple.
Warning: nothing will be grammatically corrected, I'm not re-reading, if it doesn't make any sense charge it to my head, not my heart.
So the other day, I decided to share one of my pet peeves. As a recap-I don't like for someone to tell me they have something to tell me "later". There's one singular thing that I hate more than that: flakes. I'm ok with ppl that are late, at least them motherfuckers show up. Sometimes them niggas can get the fuck on too cause after a certain period of time, it's just got damn disrespectful.
You may say, "Yo Christin, you're late too", and to this I will reply "never more than 20 min". Is it perfect? Nope. Does it make sense? To me it does, and here's why; it's pretty socially acceptable to be 5-10 min late, 15 and 20 is kinda pushing but it's acceptable as long as the person lets you know. I'm that person. I'm that person that's always gonna be late, but imma tell you. Another thing that you can count on is the fact that I'm going to BE THERE. Late? ¡Sí! There? ¡Dos sí!
Nothing grinds my gears more than someone who says that they're going to do something, be somewhere, meet you somewhere, do something with you but when it comes time they'll flake. The level of disrespect is so fucking high that it's hard for me to forgive someone if they've done that.
Remember how I said the other day that I'm very self aware? Here's another example of just how I safe proof my life to try to shield myself from the bullshit. I have a temper problem, I'm well aware of this, so I try to stay away from situations where I know it's going to agitate me. So if I make plans with someone and I know that they either have the propensity to flake, or I haven't quite established a trust with them where I know they won't flake, I'll install a lot of exit strategies for the other person. Confused? Here's what I mean: so let's say you plan a meeting with someone a week or more in advance. I'm going to reference it multiple times to make sure that that day and time works for you. I'll let you back out if other things come up, cause I understand, shit happens. I'll even be ok if you do it the day of cause I can still make other plans. I'm not a saint, by any means, so imma still be a lil upset but imma forgive you and kinda know from then on what box to put you in, also you gave me enough time to make other plans.
Ohhhhhhhhhh but there's that special subset of ppl who just stop communicating and never say anything. You bitches...whew. You bitches make my blood boil and my head hurt. The narcissistic qualities of a flake is something that someone with a psych degree should make a book about you hoes. You care so much about yourself and your lack of consideration and respect for the other person is de-motherfucking-plorable.
By the time you flake, you've had at least 3 times to back out. Depending on how long the meeting has been planned, usually dictates my level of anger. If it's something that has been 2 weeks or more, I've probably canceled or said no to other things in order to do w/e it was we were supposed to do. Time is the one thing you'll never get back. I COULD HAVE BEEN DOING OTHER THINGS. That's what pisses me off-I COULD HAVE BEEN DOING OTHER THINGS.
Ugh. Ain't nobody checking for you Otis. You don't have to lie to kick it, you're literally preaching to the choir. If you wanna go-then go. If you don't, it ain't no sweat off my nose but just let a nigga know.
I don't have time to explain shit that shouldn't be need to be explained. It makes me wonder if you niggas wash your hands when you finish using the restroom. It's literally that simple.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Knowledge of self SUCKS
I am very self aware. For example: if you tell me that you're gonna tell me something later, I'll tell you, "you might as well tell me now cause I'm going to think about it all day". You'll probably say something like, "Oh it's nothing bad" or "oh it's nothing big, I'll just tell you about it later". Inside I'm already rolling my eyes, cause I know got damn well that imma obsess about it the whole time until you tell me what it is.
I'm also aware that pestering someone about it is annoying, so I'll only mention it once, but ohhhh bitch don't think that means I'm done thinking about it.
So the time has passed and it's officially 'later'...I'm geeked at this point because I've held my crazy in long enough for me to finally get the Tea!
NOPE! Just like a nigga you ain't ready when you said you were going to be and I still ain't get my story. Now, I have to wait even longer. And then anxiety sets in, cause I just GOTTA know what it is. I mean COME ON I've been guessing at it for HOURS! ...and then anger comes bringing her petty ass 😒, all because you didn't respect me enough (cause anger knows just the right fucking button to press) to tell me whatyou said you were gonna tell me when you said you were going to tell me, and then, AND THEN you still didn't tell me after I asked you to tell me. There you are over there doing whatever the fuck and I'm over here wrecking my motherfuckin BRAIN!
Oops I done dropped my crazy.
So here you go, umpteen hours later, finally telling me. Little did you know, I'm not even friends with you anymore in my head, because a real friend would have known not to do that to me.
I've never said I was perfect, I just said, "I know myself"...
Back to waiting for w/e the fuck it is he's supposed to be telling me.
Until next time...
I'm also aware that pestering someone about it is annoying, so I'll only mention it once, but ohhhh bitch don't think that means I'm done thinking about it.
So the time has passed and it's officially 'later'...I'm geeked at this point because I've held my crazy in long enough for me to finally get the Tea!
NOPE! Just like a nigga you ain't ready when you said you were going to be and I still ain't get my story. Now, I have to wait even longer. And then anxiety sets in, cause I just GOTTA know what it is. I mean COME ON I've been guessing at it for HOURS! ...and then anger comes bringing her petty ass 😒, all because you didn't respect me enough (cause anger knows just the right fucking button to press) to tell me whatyou said you were gonna tell me when you said you were going to tell me, and then, AND THEN you still didn't tell me after I asked you to tell me. There you are over there doing whatever the fuck and I'm over here wrecking my motherfuckin BRAIN!
Oops I done dropped my crazy.
So here you go, umpteen hours later, finally telling me. Little did you know, I'm not even friends with you anymore in my head, because a real friend would have known not to do that to me.
I've never said I was perfect, I just said, "I know myself"...
Back to waiting for w/e the fuck it is he's supposed to be telling me.
Until next time...
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