Full Circle

It amazes me how things come full circle.


It's almost as if I am being tested.
Actually I am being tested and I don't know why. If you have read my other posts: "Play Lotto" and "Fucked Up"--you will see that I was upset about some things that were done to me, by people that are supposed to care about me.

I was pissed about both incidents, and wondered if I could ever treat anyone that way.
Well.
I can.
Without hesitation.
Of course, the circumstances were somewhat different, but the final result was the same.
Sort of.

So, to start off 2006, here are the 2 tests that came my way:

Test #1 When we all left to go out on New Year's Eve, everyone in my group knew what the plan was. Yeah, when you have to deal with a bunch of chicks getting ready to have a night out, there is always some lateness involved.

But, my thing is this: We all have cars. We all know how to get where we are going.
When I am ready to leave, and you want to ride with me, you also must be ready.
And when I am ready to leave the place that we are at, you need to bring your ass on.
Simple, right?

Not.so.much.

When I was ready to leave, one of the girls --ALWAYS--needs to act like she is running shit. This would be the same bitch that was pushing up on "The Other One"--My patience with her are already limited, and she want to play games about when she is coming outside to the car.
So I pulled off without her.

Without hesitation.

She called my cell before I got out of the complex, and told me she was outside, so I circled back to pick her ass up. This bitch was not outside. She almost got left again, but I saw her ass running thru the breezeway. We drove to our spot, which is 3 minutes from where we live. We no sooner got there, and this bitch started acting like she ain't got no fuckin sense.
She looked and acted drunk. And I soon realized that she was just that.
She gets drunk by smelling likka.
She had nothing to drink at the bar.
She is one of those people that have NO BUSINESS drinking.
She is NASTY, and VIOLENT, and ANNOYING.
She wasted no time being all of the aforementioned.
She could not keep her hands to herself, falling all over the place and grabbing anyone that was in her reach.
She dug her nails into my skin.
Enough was enough.

I quickly cussed her ass out and told her that if she grabbed me again, that I would knock her the fuck out. She spent the rest of the night in the bathroom. Crying, throwing up or whatever she was doing. Not cute, and I really didn't care, it was not my job to watch her.
And I refused to.

When it came time to go, I sent one of the other girls in to get her.
"Go tell that bitch that I am ready to go, and to come the fuck on..."
She came back and said "She said she needs 20 more minutes.."
"ummmm. Nope!" and I left.
I left her at the bar.
I just thought, let her ass catch a cab.
This is not my problem, and I am not watching no grown ass woman.

Yes, wrong on so many levels.
But damn.

I found out later that this chick had 2 drinks before we left to go out.
2 fucking drinks. And was acting a complete fool.
I told her today that she will NEVER ride anywhere with me again.
and I mean that shit.

Test #2

One of the girls that went out with us, brought a manfriend along. She met him less than a month ago, and has told us many times that they are just friends. He has somewhat of a shady past, but all that aside, they kick it a few times a week. He seemed like a nice guy but very thug. Too thug.
Not at all my type, and I didn't give him a second thought.

So why on Monday afternoon, is this thug muhfukka ringing my phone?

He tells me who he is, and the purpose of his call.
He knows he's wrong.
He knows he's creeping. And he knows that shit is not cool.
He wants to "hook up" because I am more his type, and it "looks" like I can do more for him than my friend. That they "ain't like that" and it can "be just between us" and all the other bullshit that he talked.

Huh? Wwwhut? Are you fucking kidding me?

I am not saying that the thought of a new team player didn't cross my mind.
It did.
I entertained it for a few seconds.

Always fighting demons.

But in the end, I had to win that fight. I am trying my hardest to not to be cruddy.
Sometimes, I feel like it's kill or be killed.
But this should not be one of those times. There are too many men out here for this shit. Besides, he is not all that. I am not judging him, by any means, but there are some things about him that just make me uncomfortable.
This dude would have to come straight at me with a Platinum dick, and I just don’t think he rolls that way.

So, yeah..I am not going there. As for my friend?
Well, this is just one she is gonna have to figure out without my help.
She is on her own.
And that’s just the way it is.

It amazes me how things come full circle.