The Company of Misery

Why are you torturing yourself? Because you are afraid of yourself; afraid to be alone...

This may be considered a spin off of self love, but what the hay...I am one person with variations and elaborations to my thoughts. See I not only know myself, but I love myself...I made it that way. If I found anything out about myself that I didn't like, I'd change it until I liked it.

I am SINGLE! Listen, because I have screamed it from mountain tops. Don't get me wrong...I want a man (for my homosexual readers...a lover, but I want a man). I'm not willing to trade my happiness for it. There are nights I wished I had the routine of cuddling, but if I have to be miserable for it...I'll hug my pillow. See my pillow doesn't cause ear, back, head or heartache.

"You don't love yourself, if you did than what others do wouldn't matter as much, Because you got you." I qoute myself from my Self Love post. I did that to draw the variation to this post; You don't love yourself, if you did you would want yourself to be happy and will not allow anything to interrupt that happiness. You would want the best for you.

If that bitch (I say bitch, because bitches exist; male and or female) makes you miserable...I mean to the point that the very thought of them makes you sick...THEN LEAVE. Making yourself miserable is some STUPID SHIT! I HATE STUPID SHIT! ~STUSHI~

I'm going in...

He called me...crying "Light, this crazy bitch is pregnant." [I'm paraphrasing]
1 week later- "I feel some kind of way...she had an abortion." "Well, that was your seed, but look at it this way...God gave you a pass."
1 month later- "Yo Light, that crazy bitch is pregnant again." "Why you tellin' me? I don't know her." "It's mine." ~STUSHI~
9 months later- "She won't let me WOOMP WOOMP WOOMP and she don't WOOMP WOOMP WOOMP..." "Um. God gave you a pass."

This is an extreme example of wanting to be the company of misery. When you get caught up in your ~STUSHI~ (saying ~STUSHI~ does not bruise the ego of the stupid and saves you from cursing (that is until it becomes universal, but for now I figure your a member of my blog, so you are excersising your intelligence) oh, yes...and you can say it in church!) don't bring it to me. Then you would be bringing misery to my life and I'm not having it.

I wasn't born yesterday, so I had to learn some things to get to this point. Please stand (more over than under) that I feel like a seminar host. Not only am I your host, but I was in the very predicament that you're dealing with. I am speaking from experience.

My gift to you; Leave them bitches to find one another. You are unequallly yoked. It's time to use the knowledge you obtained and solve the problem. What is your reason for keeping the problem consistant?

Spend time with self. You might not like everything you find, but you have the power to. Learn yourself and love yourself to the point that you will not jepardize your happiness. You deserve the best; demand it, even from yourself.

Light TAH, TAH 4 now

Cocker Spaniels and Muchoskins

In my first post I spoke about the Cocker Spaniel (a Young Man whose sole purpose is to...well, cocker your spaniel. Usually because they're LEGAL, but can't take you to the club and (in most cases) still live with their momma.) Legal of course means at least 18, but I prefer mine to at least have graduated out of high school...lol...lawd.

We don't get serious with Cocker Spaniels, because their immaturity and lack of wisdom will drive us crazy. They are for fun and games, because they can understand fun and games. Please, when dealing with them let them know their position. The last thing you want is your co-worker showing up at your cubicle talking 'bout "Hey girl, I think your nephew is out there looking for you..." and he's standing out by the front desk with a dozen roses talking 'bout "Hey Boo, I've missed you..." looking for a kiss (I think you get the point).

Consider that some may not be able to enter the club with you, much less buy you a drink. Now I can't give you an age difference, but if you or your homegirl has children their age...that's a good gage. You'll know, Stella, you'll know.

Now for the Muchoskin...I puposely didn't define it in my first post to see who will ask or see if you would just pretend that you knew.

Here are the myths to figuring out a man's 'size': height, shoe size, nose, hands, etc.

I usually don't deal with men shorter than me; their 'Napolean Complex' is real and intolerable.

A Muchoskin in a Macho Munshkin. Mucho is much (or a lot) and I think we know what a munshkin is, if not...look it up. That's all. I don't deal with shorter men otherwise, so I came up with a term...it's the poet in me...lol.

Light Tah! Tah! (4 now)