On a rule, I try to be extremely selective on who I allow to be my friend. I am a believer that the people you sorround yourself with are direct reflections of who you are. If you sorround your self with gangstas and killas, most likely you're a gangsta or a killa. Sorround your self with well rounded, healthy, spiritually concious (spelling?) people, mostly like you're at least on the path to be coming that type of person as well.
The young women that I consider to be my friends, have been my friends for the last 15 years. More recently, I became friends with Stace. She and I have been friends for almost 2 and a half years now. I value our friendship. Our relationship as friends, is important to me; However there are times when our friendship feels like I'm pulling an extremely heavy bag across the dessert.
She has so much drama in her life. Everyday, every freeking day there are issues and bad luck and horrible terrible things happening to her. ALL the time.
How do you have such negative things happen to yourself all the time? You know how? You attract them to yourself! You consistenly focus on the negative all the energy and vibes you put out are negative. She never calls me with positive energy!
Before I started dating Vh1, she'd pour out her negative energy on all relationships I had. Barbershop was too thug, E was too emotional, Mrniceynice was too chunky, MrWonderful couldn't be real. etc etc. All the while she's dating this worthless piece of shit for a man. A man that is 35 and lives with his mother. A man that does not work for a living. A man that won't pick his girlfriend up from the bus stop. A man that plays dungeons and dragons. A man that goes to "comic book conventions" for weeks at a time. A man that falls asleep before she gets back from the restroom. A man that is not a man at all. He is a waste of space.
When I tell Stace about Vh1, you'd think she'd wish me well? Well I knew she wouldn't but I hoped she would. In her true fashion she sprinkled hate on me. But the worst type of hate sprinkes, jealous hate. These dust particles are different than the ones shes sprinkled on me before. This particles are sticky and cant's just be brushed aside.
I mean I know she's going through it with her dude. He's worthless. She stays with his worthless ass, for what reason? your guess is as good as mine.....but I deserve for folks to at least be happy for me.
To be continued...