Author Archives: M. Bradley

Need Versus Want

Posted on by under Love & Relationships

Good afternoon world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. As you can see I’m trying to do better about writing on a more consistent basis. Its highly doubtful that I’ll be able to keep up my current pace, but I will try. Now, I know you’re looking at the title for today’s rant and wondering what exactly could I be talking about. Well, let’s dive right in.

As I was sitting at my laptop, playing around on Facebook, I came across this picture posted on a friend’s timeline…
541794_558194304208470_546420309_n
The picture was accompanied with the caption: “Why only when their life is a mess?” Now, this wasn’t the first time that I’ve come across this picture, or some variation of it. I totally agree with what it says, I actually posted this picture on my own timeline in October…
966_374492152635887_464614392_n

My issue is with the question posed along with the picture.

There’s a reason why a man NEEDS a woman when times are bad. That’s because that’s when a man NEEDS someone that has his back, someone that’s holding him down through thick and thin. He NEEDS someone encouraging him to keep fighting. He NEEDS someone reminding him of his worth, because the world has found a way to knock him down and shake his confidence. He NEEDS the strength that only the love of a woman can provide at that time. When things are going good, he WANTS a woman because he WANTS to share his success with someone that cares about him. There’s a difference. The thing most women don’t realize is that in order to be the woman he WANTS, you have to be the woman he NEEDS.

That’s not to say that women are expendable when a man has everything and invaluable when he has nothing. In the mind and heart of real man, the NEED of a good woman when he’s down on his luck and the WANT of a good woman when he’s on top of the world are one in the same. Its all about the wanting/needing someone in your life that can provide what the world doesn’t give. A man always needs a woman to balance him out, no matter what the situation is. There are certain things that we just aren’t capable of doing for ourselves. Now, I know everybody’s mind almost instantly wants to take that last sentence with a sexual undertone, but its much deeper than that.

By nature, the vast majority of men are hunters and providers. We have the innate ability and drive to go out and make something happen. By nature, the vast majority of women are nurturers. They’re born with the instincts to take whatever the world gives them and make it into what they need. They’re like two sides of the same coin, you need both to truly succeed. That’s the reason why men that have the love of a good woman feel like they can do anything.

Now, I understand why my friend posed the question. She, like most women in my generation, have been hurt by men. They’ve gone out of their way to try and be the woman that a man NEEDS, only to watch that guy walk out on them. Or cheat, or commit one of a number of transgressions that have the ability to monumentally shake a person’s faith in the opposite sex, and maybe even themselves. And it sucks. Trust me, I know. It sucks to open yourself up like that and see it blow up in your face. But the thing that needs to be remembered is that it takes more than a dick to be a man, just like it takes more than a vagina and breasts to be a woman. You have to look at the content and character of a person before you can fully determine whether or not they’re worthy of your most precious gift, your heart.

That’s all I got for today, I think. So until next time, peace and love…

You Think You Know, But You Have No Idea… (For the 4th Time)

Posted on by under General

Good evening world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. As you can see by the title, I’m here to share more facts about myself that most people just don’t know. A little background before we get into it. I started this string of entries in January 2009 and have tried my hardest to be meticulous about posting a new version shortly after the New Year. Some of the items are repeated each year, but I try to add something new each time. So without further adieu, here we go…

1. I grew up as an only child and am JEALOUS of people who have siblings. I always have been and probably always will be. But if I had the choice to have siblings when I was a child, I don’t think I would really want them. I loved my childhood (for the most part).

2. I’m still probably one of the shyest people you will ever meet. I’ve been like that for years, but I’m better about approaching women now than I used to be. I still have my moments when I find it hard to speak, though.

3. I’m originally from Kansas City, MO but consider Atlanta, GA my hometown. It’s a long story as to why. Out of all the places I’ve lived, and the list is pretty long, Atlanta is the first place I felt like I fit in. I feel awkward when I go back to MO to visit. Which is one of the main reasons my visits are so spaced out. There are others, but I’m not sure this is the right forum to share those.

4. I’m still secretly insecure about my looks, which is why I love to go shopping. I always figured I could make up for not being the most attractive man if I was the best dressed. Its also one of the reasons I got tattoos. And while I’m better about not being so hard on myself, I still have a long way to go.

5. I originally got tattoos as a conversation starter. But now, my tattoos have taken on their own significant meanings, especially the one on the lower part of my upper right arm. Its my father’s nickname (Chief) in Arabic. I plan on getting more in the very near future. I thought about getting one covered up, but decided against it. I realized that my ink tells the story of my life.

6. After careful review, I realized I’ve only been in love once, and have only had 4 serious romantic relationships in 30+ years of living. I’m still waiting to find lucky lady #5, hopefully she’ll be the last relationship I enter in to.

7. I’m afraid of growing up, which keeps me from being able to commit to anything serious. But at the same time, I’m afraid of not progressing in my life. Which is why I’m prone to become frustrated by being single. I think single life is for people under the age of 25 and sociopaths. I’m neither.

8. I believe nothing is more important than family, but I avoid the vast majority of the members of my family like they have the plague. Its because I really am a creature of habits, and I spent a large portion of my life without them. So, I’ve got used to being without my family. I am trying to change that, especially since I’m approaching the point in my life when I want to start a family.

9. I don’t have a lot of friends. And the friends I do have, I consider to be family. In all honesty, I love them more than I love my real family. Which isn’t to say that I don’t love my family, but I love my friends more.

10. Speaking of friends, most of my friends are female. I’m not too sure why, though. But it has led to my sexuality being questioned on numerous occasions.

11. I love hard and fast. I can tell within a few social encounters what kind of feelings I’ll have for a woman. And once I fall for her, my feelings don’t go away easily. If she doesn’t feel the same way, I usually cut off all communications just to spare my feelings.

12. I love to write and have been writing since 1995! I actually have cried because I had writer’s block. I can still honestly count on my hand the number of people that knew that prior to this series of blog entries!

13. I’m seriously claustrophobic! I can’t even ride in small cars without getting really nervous. So if you ever are on an elevator with me and I get quiet and grab the rail, that’s why.

14. I really am a nice guy! I adopted my “asshole” persona in high school. It was my way of dealing with being rejected by a girl that I was head over heels for. Over the years, I’ve mellowed out but I still have my moments when I can be a real jerk. I’ve always said that one day I would drop the facade altogether, but the timing still doesn’t feel right. But it’ll happen one day. Maybe…

15. I really want kids and have felt that way for about 8 or 9 years, but I’m scared to death at the same time that I won’t be a good father. That fear has kept me from fully committing myself to a relationship so far.

16. I’m seriously considering going back to school, not only so that I can get my degree but I also want to join a fraternity. I’m really self-conscious about doing it, though. I’ll be 32 when I start taking classes and I haven’t been in a classroom in over 10 years. Plus, I’m not too sure what I would study. I’m leaning towards business, but that’s bound to change like the weather.

17. My birthday is Omega Psi Phi’s Founder’s Day and my dad was an Omega. But when I was in high school and thinking about going to college, I wanted to be a Kappa. The first time I said it to my dad, he punched me in the chest. When and/or if I go back to school, I wanna pledge Omega Psi Phi just for him.

18. I don’t like to talk about anything that’s bothering me, I tend to keep it to myself and try to write about it if it gets to the point that I feel the need to get it off my chest. But with the ever increasing prolonged periods of writer’s block that I’m prone to, that’s becoming more and more difficult. Maybe I’ll find somebody to talk to one day.

19. I’m really old fashioned, to an extent. I don’t believe in having kids out of wedlock, and I only want to get married once. I think that (along with some other factors that are mentioned above) has kept me from settling down or just running out and having a baby.

20. I believe nothing is more important than family, but I avoid the vast majority of the members of my family like they have the plague. Its because I really am a creature of habits, and I spent a large portion of my life without them. So, I’ve gotten used to being without my family. I really want to change that, especially since I’m approaching the point in my life when I want to start a family.

21. I’ve been diagnosed with depression, but refuse to take medication for it. But I have really valid reasons as to why. First, anything that has a side effect of “suicidal thoughts” doesn’t sound like something I want to put in my body. I can have suicidal thoughts on my own, I don’t need a pill for that. Secondly, I’m deathly afraid that anything a doctor would give me to combat depression would completely kill my vibe. While it might keep me from suffering through the low-end of the emotional spectrum, it might also prevent me from experiencing the high end. I know it sounds silly, but that’s how I feel.

That’s all I want to share for now. This might be the last year I do this, just because its becoming increasingly more difficult to come up with new things to share. Don’t hold me to that, though. You never know what this year might bring about. But in the meantime, if you have any questions, just ask. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to, and that’s a conversation for another day. So until next time, peace and love…

Ain’t It Funny? Don’t Ya Think?

Posted on by under Love & Relationships

Once again, good evening world! Hopefully, this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. I know what you’re thinking, “Didn’t he just post a poem because he said he couldn’t think of anything to write about?” Well, you’re absolutely right! I literally just posted a poem and then I was struck by inspiration. At least I think it was inspiration, it might’ve been a stoke. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a stroke because I still have full control of all my bodily functions and don’t feel particularly strokish right now. But I digress…

Now I know you’re wondering, what kind of inspiration could hit me in just a few seconds. Well, that’s the funny part. I literally was hit with a spark all because of a Facebook notification (gotta love FB sometimes). Once again, I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of notification was that?” It wasn’t so much about the notification itself as it was the person that caused it to happen. Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is another diatribe about a woman that has caught my eye.

Before I begin, let me warn you. Unlike most of my entries, this is completely off-the-cuff. Not sure what that means? Well, basically that means I’m prone to repeating myself and some of thoughts might not be completely coherent. But it will all be grammatically correct, I’m not a monster. Furthermore, because I haven’t taken the time to mentally outline my thoughts, everything I say write will be completely unfiltered. So there’s a good chance I might say write something that is potentially embarrassing to me, my loved ones and quite possibly the subject of this post. Still wanna keep reading? Good, let’s get started…

Have you ever interacted with someone and they find a way to completely ensnare you with even the simplest of things? Neither had I until I had the good fortune of coming across this lady. Since we “met” last year, I can’t seem to get her out of my mind. Please believe me when I say that no woman has ever had me this enthralled without doing something completely spectacular to capture my attention. I find myself thinking about her on a pretty regular basis. There are songs that remind me of her and when i hear them, I listen to them over and over again. I ain’t trying to say I’m in love, but damn, this is more than the average “She’s pretty easy on the eyes” reaction that most women get from me nowadays.

Up until this point, I’ve been pretty vague about the circumstances of my connection to this woman. Let me stop that now. As of today, we have yet to physically meet. We’re FB friends, we’ve shared a few text message conversations, talked on the phone a few times but I have yet to lay my eyes on her. And that kills me. If this woman has managed to capture my heart pique my interest purely through electronic communication, what chance do I stand in person? We all know that I’m nothing more than a quivering mass of mushy, romantic ass, man jelly. What happens when my real-life version of the movie You’ve Got Mail comes to climatic scene where the two protagonists meet? What if she doesn’t meet my standards I don’t meet her standards? What if she’s not interested in me the same way? If that was to happen, I seriously think my heart would push its way out of my chest cavity and commit Harakiri on the spot. I know that sounds a bit dramatic, but what else would you expect from me? And if you don’t know what Harakiri is, well that’s what Wikipedia is for.

For those that know me (or have at least read a few of the entries in this blog), you know that I think of myself as the world’s largest walking contradiction. For just about every adjective you could use to describe me, you could also use the opposite and still be correct. This completely asinine and annoying character trait is most prevalent when examining my social/romantic life (or lack thereof at the present moment). When I’m around a group of people, I’m the life of the party. I’m outgoing, charming, witty, all that good shit. But let me get around a woman that I’m digging and I clam the fuck up. I start shaking like a leaf and shit, its just not a good look for me. I swear I hate that about myself.

Now, I know this is my first time mentioning, let alone devoting an entire post, to this woman. And there’s a very good reason for that. I’ve been trying my hardest failing miserably to put my thoughts and feelings about this woman into words. If there’s one thing I can do, its wax poetic about pretty much anything that comes to mind. Compound that with my mile-wide romantic streak, and you would think there would be volumes of sonnets written to and inspired by this woman. But there’s not. She literally has my silly ass tongue-tied. And that truly sucks because I have not been able to fully express how I feel. Hence the reason for this entry.

Now, that’s all I’m gonna share with you guys today. That’s not to say that my thoughts of this woman aren’t a little more in depth, but I have my reasons for not wanting to put them all out there right now. Mainly because I don’t want to scare her off if and/or when she decides to read this. So until next time, peace and love…

Something New (Inspired by Life and the Movie)

Posted on by under Poetry

Good evening world! I hope this blog once again finds you in good health and even better spirits. I know its been awhile, but that’s nothing new. On to what brings us together today.

Since my last entry, I’ve been finding myself logging on to WordPress and just staring at a blank screen, hoping that an idea would hit me. Obviously, nothing came to mind, so I decided to share some more poetry with you. Maybe next time, I’ll have something to say. But until then, enjoy!

Damn…
Of all the things that could come into my life and disrupt my plans
Why did it have to be her?
I was prepared for everything, even some stormy weather
But I never could’ve seen being blindsided by this woman
She’s the best and worst thing that could’ve happened to me
At a time when I thought I had all that I could need
Her name is Katrina, it’s appropriate I guess
Since she came through and made my world a bit of a mess
5’6″ with long blonde hair and the prettiest green eyes
She looked through me, into my soul and had me mesmerized
Our instant attraction was more than just alarming
Because I’ve never been one for “extra milk in my coffee”
Then she made me a latte’ just the way I like it
She got me to paint her nails, even made me go hiking
We were just having fun, being young and in love
It felt as if our relationship had been touched from above
And then the rest of the world stuck their noses in our life
“You 2 together just ain’t right, you’re black and she’s white”
Love may be blind but people sure as hell can see everything
Except the beauty of my feelings for her and hers for me
Interracial love isn’t some kind of fad, nor should it be taboo
If you open your heart, maybe you can get something new too

Love, Marriage & Everything In Between… (Just My Thoughts & Feelings)

Posted on by under Love & Relationships

Good morning world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. I know its been a while since I actually wrote to you guys, but I haven’t had much to say. Today, we’re gonna talk about probably one of my favorite and least favorite subjects, love. I know what you’re thinking, “How can it be a favorite and least favorite at the same damn time?” That’s simple, keep reading and you’ll find out.

Anybody that truly knows me knows I’m true romantic at heart. I’m the guy that watches romantic comedies. Not because I’m being forced to by my girlfriend/wife, but because I like to see people in love. That and Hollywood’s warped perception of the dynamics of romantic relationships is the funniest thing ever. But that’s a topic for another day, maybe.

As I sit here on this December morning at the ripe “old” age of 32, I find myself recounting my romantic history. I can count on a single hand the number of SERIOUS relationships I’ve had in my life. Of course, like any reasonably attractive male in America, I’ve had my fair share of casual relationships. And I’ve had more than my fair share of bullshit interactions with women to fill in the time in between something with a little more substance. But as I sit here and think of those handful of true romances, I realize that I’ve only been in love once in my life. That’s not to say that I didn’t have very strong feelings for all of the women that were more than just bit players in the grand production that is my life. Hell, I can say with a certain amount of certainty that I loved (and in some cases might still love) every woman that has played a significant role in my own personal Rom-Com. But, so far, there has only been one woman that I can truly say I was IN love with.

I think a lot of people don’t know the difference between LOVING someone and being IN LOVE with someone. That could be one of the reasons why the divorce rate in this country is so damn high. Who knows. I wish I could put into words what it means to be in love, but the experience is different for each person. So, I’ll try my best to describe what being in love was like for me. Hopefully, it’ll help. First off, all the cliches that you hear were true for me. I found myself thinking about her first thing in the morning and as I laid my head down each night. I was ready, willing and able to do anything that would bring a smile to her face. I placed her above myself in the hierarchy of my life, almost to my detriment at times. I loved her daughter as if she was my own. I lost track of “me” and focused solely on “us.” I know you’re probably thinking none of these things sound especially monumental, but they are to me. I’m probably one of the most self-centered people you will ever meet, but that’s because I only have myself to worry about. So for me to put someone else’s wants and needs ahead of my own is enormously significant.

For as grateful as I am to be able to say that I was in love with someone at some point in my life (because everybody is not that fortunate), I think it came a little too early in my life. I was in my mid-20’s and still smelling myself. While a part of me was ready to settle down the other half wanted to be on some Wilt Chamberlain type shit. Talk about a conflict of interest. I’m not sure if this internal strife led to the destruction of my relationship with this young lady, but I know it has kept me from truly committing to anyone since then. That’s not to say that I haven’t had offers, but I knew that I still needed to work on me a little bit more. Its hard to wholly give yourself to one person when you’re still trying to smash every PYT that walks past you. I’d rather be alone than be a cheater, I do have some kind of moral fiber.

So here I am, awaiting the chance to take on the next great adventure that my life has to offer me, married life and parenthood. And while I can have the former without the latter, I’m not one for reversing that. Did I lose some of you? Let me say it differently then. I’m at point in my life (and probably have been for the better part of 2-3 years) where I’m ready to be a husband and father. Its one thing I’ve never tried my hand at and I’m anxious and excited to do. And while I would be able to live with being a husband only (even though its not my preference), I can’t say thing about only being a father. No disrespect to any of you that had children out of wedlock, but that’s just not who I am. I was raised to believe that the title of husband was mandatory to become a father. I know that’s biologically correct (I’m not an idiot), but you know what I mean. Like I said before, I do have some kind of moral fiber. Once again, no disrespect to those of you that took a different path to parenthood.

I was raised to think that being a husband was the second greatest position a man could ever hold, second only to being a father. That’s why I have the hardest time understanding men that shy away from stepping up to the plate, especially when it comes to their children. I understand shit happens, relationships fall apart, condoms break, accidents happen. But if your actions resulted in the creation of a life (the only miracle that humans can pull off), be adult enough to shoulder the responsibility. Scratch that. Saying it like that makes it sound like a burden. While the financial, emotional and physical strain of having kids in today’s society might be daunting, no kid should ever be viewed as albatross that you’re forced to bear. Having kids is a privilege. A privilege that some people take for granted. If you don’t believe me, just ask someone that’s trying to have kids with no success.

I dream of the day that I have a son (even though I know I’m going to have a daughter. Karma is an evil bitch). I daydream about playing catch, teaching him to tie a tie, etc. I know it sounds like a bunch of sappy shit and some of you might not believe me, but these are thoughts that run rampant in my head. I pray on daily basis for the opportunity to be a husband and father. I just don’t get how everybody doesn’t feel like that. Okay, I can understand not wanting to be married, its not for everybody. I get that. But what kind of monster doesn’t want to be a parent? Especially if you already have children? Seriously, if you can’t get excited about being in your child’s life and seeing them become the person that God intends for them to be, you should kill yourself. Twice. Maybe three times just to be certain that you did it right.

My dreams of fatherhood doesn’t end with just me and my child. I have large scale dreams of grand and opulent wedding that all my family members and closest friends attend. My hours of REM sleep are spent envisioning a life that I want. Tasks and duties that would seem small and mundane to those that are already married or have no soul are the things I pine for. Like I said, I’m a romantic. While most people pray for a million dollars, I pray to meet the woman I’m going to spend my life with. I wish for a million dollars too, but I want the woman more.

I think that’s all I have for today. Actually its not, but where my train of thought is heading now would better be served as a separate entry. So maybe we’ll make that happen tomorrow, but I’m not making any promises. So until the next time we meet, peace and love…

Ink…

Posted on by under Rants & Random Ramblings

Good evening world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits! Today’s topic is something that is very near and dear to my heart: tattoos. I have ink, want more ink and love all the ink I have so far! At first I was gonna try and concentrate this entry on a specific issue pertaining to tattoos in our society, but decided against that.

I got my first tattoo as a teenager and was instantly hooked. Like most people, I was apprehensive about getting ink. I was scared it would hurt too much (what’s pleasure without a little bit of pain?), that the ink wouldn’t show up well on my skin, that I would regret them as I got older, I won’t be able to get a job, etc. All my excuses have been shown to be completely unfounded, especially in today’s society where it seems that almost everybody has tats. Its more of a shock to me to see members of my generation that don’t have ink. Almost everybody I know that has a tattoo either has multiple or plans to get more. There’s something about them that is highly addictive. I know what some of you might be thinking, “Your body is a temple.” That’s very true, so what’s wrong with making the temple a little more aesthetically pleasing? If you have a problem with tattoos, are you against any kind of body modification? Do your feelings extend to piercings? What about hair dye, contacts and plastic surgery? I personally feel like people should do whatever makes them happy, as long as its within reason. And its not my place to decide whats within reason, that’s solely up to the individual…

305959_10151104429586487_1752247454_n

One of the biggest arguments our parents (or at least those that don’t have ink of their own) used to scare us from getting tatted was that ink would make it infinitely harder for us to succeed in the real world. Everybody can’t be a celebrity or athlete, right? That argument is completely valid and utterly baseless at the same time. Let me explain. Having tattoos in places that can be easily covered up will never prevent a person from getting a job. You might not be able to get every job, but you won’t be chronically unemployed either. If you can’t hold down a job, you should think about examining the type of person you are, not the ink you have. But on the flip side, having tattoos in certain areas can hinder you from reaching certain plateaus in life. For example, nobody will ever give Lil’ Wayne a job as the CEO of a company if he were just Dwayne Carter. While you might be able to cover up the majority of his tattoos, what are you gonna do about the ink he has on his face and neck? The first thing you would think when you see him is that he’s a thug or criminal. It might not be true, but who’s really gonna take the time to figure that out? Your first impression is long lasting. That’s the thing I think my generation and those younger than me need to keep in mind. While tattoo acceptance has grown by leaps and bounds in the last 20 years, there are some stigmas and stereotypes that are so ingrained in the public consciousness that they might just be here to stay. But we also need to remember to not judge a book by its cover. Just because a person has tattoos, that doesn’t automatically classify them as a dredge on society. Its a fine line that we need to walk…

407585_10151076318936487_1843529284_n

As I look back, I have no regrets about my ink except the fact that I don’t have more and that’s something that can be easily fixed. That’s all the rambling I’m gonna do for today. If you have ink or if you don’t, I would love to hear your thoughts and feelings. Peace and love…
423109_10151095189811487_1541652587_n

My Birthday Revelations

Posted on by under General

Good morning world! I hope this finds you in good health and better spirits. For those of you that know me, and as you can see by the title, today is my birthday. Yay. I know that doesn’t exactly match the level of exuberance that the average person has when it comes to their birthday, but it perfectly fits how I’ve felt about this day for the last few years. And for some reason, I’m in even more of a funky mood today. Hell, I started this day off crying. Let me see if I can explain why…

Today is my 32nd birthday. There’s nothing particularly special about that age. I’ve past 30, I’m not even close to 40. For the fourth year, I’m spending my birthday without the presence of a significant other. For the fifth year, I’m “celebrating” without the presence of my father. Hell, for the third year, I’m “celebrating” without being gainfully employed. Each of those would be a buzz kill on its own, imagine dealing with all three at the same time. Not a good look…

But that’s not that has my heart heavy today. If you asked me 10 years ago what my life would be like on my 32nd birthday, I would have in no way described my current situation. I think that’s what bothers me the most. I’m not where I want to be and a part of me feels like I’ll never get there. In no way, shape or form am I a defeatist or pessimist. I have nothing but the utmost confidence in myself in most situations, but I have to be realistic. My odds of making all my dreams come true are slim and getting slimmer by the day. But I am one extremely exceptional individual, so you never know…

Don’t think that everything in my mind is gloomy about today. There was a point in time in my life that I didn’t think I would make it to my 25th birthday, let alone my 32nd. So for that I am extremely happy and feel truly blessed. That’s pretty much all I have for now. So until next time, peace and love…

Something That Really Grinds My Gears…

Posted on by under Rants & Random Ramblings

Good evening world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and high spirits. As you can see, I’m here to vent about something that really grinds my gears: people complaining about social network sites on those sites! Let me preface this by saying that I have no problem with anybody saying what’s on their mind. The freedom of speech and expression is something that I hold very near and dear to my heart. But some people either need to shut up or shut up when it comes to complaining about social network sites.

We’ve all seen this before: you sign on to Facebook or Twitter and you see someone talking about how much they hate the site and they’re gonna close their account. Personally, I think these people are full of shit and I tend to laugh relentlessly at them whenever I see those posts/tweets. And the reason I laugh is because as much as they complain, you see them back online the next day! So who are they fooling?

Now, I understand some of the issues people have with social networks: its too much drama and bullshit, too many people pretending to be something they’re not, etc. My response to that is look in the mirror to see who’s at fault for what you see. Let me explain that…

The beautiful (and hideous) thing about social networks is the fact that you can mold your experience to fit you. You don’t want to interact with a person? You don’t have to. Don’t like a certain feature? Don’t use it (with the exception of the Timeline on Facebook, that’s pretty much mandatory or will be soon). So I never really understand why people have so many complaints.

That’s pretty much all I’ve got for now, just wanted to get that off of my chest quick. So until next time, peace and love…

Reasons, Seasons, Lifetime

Posted on by under Love & Relationships

People come into your life for a reason, season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They seem like a Godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an inconvenient time,this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

When a people come into your life for a SEASON, it`s because you turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things you must build upon to have a solid emotional foundation. your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.

It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.