It's What's for Dinner

If you had the chance to read Vegetarian Mindset then you know what I mean when I say "I spoke too soon." If you haven't had the chance to read it then go ahead...I'll wait...you good? Good. I can officially say that I HAVE BEEF! It's crazy cause you think if you keep to yourself, seperate the real from the fake, and mind your business you can escape it. Clearly false.

So why would a sweet, loving, educated woman of my stature have beef with anyone? Well it goes like this: I finally came to the clear understanding that someone I used to do-everything-but-call-it-dating with was not a friend of mine but an opportunist and a user. Now he'll swear up and down that he thought we were cool and I'm only mad because I expected something and never got it but trust me--when someone is practically living at your house and you tell them that things gotta change when you find out about his girlfriend and then you never hear from them again--that is not your friend. Sorry buddy. I was a friend to you because I went without plenty of times so you could have. I opened up my house and my loved ones to you as well. I was your friend. You were not mine.

So this GIRL and him work in the same place. We link through a mutual friend and I tell her lets chill and shoot the shit, get to know each other because I respect a boss bitch as much as any female who's secure in her shit. She wants me to chill where she works and I tell her that I'd rather not run into that guy and why. Granted I shoulda known after she told me a bald face lie at dinner and also told me she lost her virginity at 13 (not judging but that tells me where someone's head is at) that I shouldn't be tellin this girl shit. There's something very childish about her actions--the way she swears she's makin moves, the way she talks to people who work with her, the way she clowns dudes who really like her for the fun of it. It's funny how being 5 years older than someone can seem like centuries...

Anyway, I get a call from him tellin me that he's been hearing people talk around town and that I've been running my mouth and ruining his name or whatever he said. I was caught off guard at first and he kept saying he thought we were cool and I tried to tell him as best I could that unfortunately he treated me like a skank hoe and there is no way I could be friends with someone like that but he hung up on me. Now my first reaction to was to want to call the bitch up and ask her why in hell would my name need to come up in a conversation with him and then tell her how I know her dirt and get "Ghetto Shanetto" on her. But thank God I have a brain that lets me think because I don't want to mess up someone's job over bull. Granted this person did me wrong but I respect the fact that he is working hard to get where he needs to go.

In conclusion--just between us girls--I officially have beef with someone. She should know by now even though I haven't said anything directly to her. And I won't out of respect for someone's job but I would like to just mush her little ass without explanation. You know how some people aren't even worth the full effort of a punch? Yeah just a flat mush to the face for this broad. Why would you cause drama with someone you barley even know? Why would you bring drama to my door and tell him somethin that I was going to tell him when the time was right? Some people just don't know that because I act nice doesn't mean I'm a nice girl. I was born uncomfortable and I been fighthing my whole life and I'm not gonna let no one make me uncomfortable that isn't trying to make me a better person.

Vegetarian Mindset: No Beef

Yes, my friends--another Twitter related blog. If you need an update on what Twitter is read my first blog post ever. And then crawl out from under that rock.

I have had the chance to do some great networking because of Twitter and I have been able to give the people that sorta/kinda knew me a better insight into who I am--an insomniac who thinks deeply, inspires easily, and trips and falls frequently. (No really. I can't walk without tripping.) And in turn, I have also had the chance to get to know people I never really knew that well. And I love that. I love making new friends. I love people. Don't know where that came from but I genuinely love people in general. Maybe its the idea that we really all are one and our differences are only barriers in our own minds.

This is getting deeper than I planned.

The point is I realized this morning that I don't have any beef with any female. Not one girl I know is a girl that I hate. I don't know about the other way around but I'm pretty confident no girl has beef with me. Being on Twitter has allowed me to see that girls are catty. I go out with my girls and I say "Hey, that's my friend from Twitter" and I get told "Oh, I hate that girl. She's fake/she's a hoe/she's a bitch" and my loyalty to my friend is silently questioned. Of course I'm not gonna go up to the girl and talk to her after that. But in my mind I'm like: "She's a friend to me till she does something to me personally." Or till she does something to one of my friends that's not related to a guy.

In conclusion--between us girls--why is that we as women always let a man come between us? I arrived home from the club last night to two police cars at my friends complex where the cop described it as "ten girls fighting over one guy." Heard homie has a regular girl but has another on the side who stays with him a week per month and pays his bills while she's in town. Not to mention him tryna sweet talk my girls all the time--even me. And apparently some girls he's messed with were out at the club and started beef with my girls. I say that's karma for his ass but why didn't any of those women realize that HE was the issue and not the other girls? I'll never understand that. If you find yourself at constant odds with another female over a man shouldn't you take a look at the situation a little more closely? I'm just saying--men are rarely worth the drama. Get the "vegetarian mindset" with me ladies.

Stay beautiful inside and out!