July 8th, 2013 @ 9:43 pm
i think my social life over the last twenty years has been a blessing and a curse. i have 9837112890 friends from so many different parts of my life, and i’m one of those people that believes that everything happens for a reason, but that doesn’t mean it’s all been sugar coated on the way there.
over these last two decades, i’ve seen the true sides of people. i’m super observant and absorbent when it comes time to people, and what they say about others, and i build up this image in the mind once that starts happening. i can’t front, i talk about people doing dumb shit all of the time. it’s human nature to have opinions, and to spit them out to your friends. sometimes the consequences are harsh, sometimes they just stay within your circles. either way, i’ve still got friends from elementary school/growing up on the block, junior high, high school, raves, going to shows, online friends, the ‘hood, the video store, my ex’s, my job at cascarino’s, etc. — like i said before, a blessing and a curse. i’ve come to realize that some of the punk kids know the graff kids, and the co-workers that never knew my ex’s are now friends, and people from this state know people from other states, etc… this city is too damn small.
back to my point.
if you make in fun of, or trash your friends, i absorb that shit. i kick my feet up and listen to everything you have to say, sometimes i’ll agree and chime in my opinions on stuff in general… but for the most part, i just soak it all up. these aren’t people that i trust anything with, they’re the same people that i laugh at in the long run.
i don’t have patience for people’s bullshit. i cut people out with the quickness… sometimes they linger because of mutual friends (annoying!), but know this… i still remember everyone and everything that these people spoke shit about to me, or made in fun of, hated on, had an opinion about, specific scenarios, i know about who cheated on who, who won’t admit to dating who, and i laugh when i see them in group pics on instagram, or hear stories about how they’re BFF now, or who’s dating who. i laugh thinking about how they are sooooo loyal to their friends, when they don’t even know the half of it.
including cut friends, my ex boyfriends and their friends who had tons of opinions on people. i have tons of dirt on everyone, and i’ve been quiet for ages, and i will continue to be… i don’t store it all to use against people. i’ll probably never blow up your spot, but in the end, we know who’s really fooling themselves.
bored. ass. people. who. quietly. disrespect. each. other.
keep fronting with your façades, i’m over all of it.
i don’t know if all of this opinionated/stored BS makes me seem like a bad or judgmental person or not, because i’m saying it outloud, but it is what it is. people behaving badly, and me secretly venting about it (although i’m sure you know who you are).
this is why i only hang out with a handful of people, and usually males (and no, i don’t fuck all of them, either). the majority of women i know are terrible/competitive/dramatic, blah! just another reason of why i would love to move the hell out of this city.
what sparked this entry, you ask? my ex’s best friend’s wife calling me a “graff crew bed hopper” or something… i got irritated because i felt like i was in high school again BECAUSE OF HER BEHAVIOR.
i simply pointed out on instagram that she knew my friend in said picture, and had something to do with an exchange of a dog like ten years ago, and she came at me with that slut shaming BS. i guess she’s still effected by me and my ex breaking up in 2007, or she’s been DYING to say that since then… OKAY my bad.
the only writers/artists that i’ve known after him are some rad random friends, a few close, and i don’t need to fuck them to have them in my life. def not one of those graff groupies, sorry.