She's Not Crazy, She's Tired of The Lies

Behind every crazy woman is a man feeding her lies.

For those of you that read my post, Doing Too Much....the saga continues. I get a call from Keisha yesterday about Mark. (Mind you, Keisha is supposed to be leaving Mark alone in all this time, moving on to someone else. But....) Anyhow, yesterday morning, she flipped her lid and went HAM on his ass. (Everything that follows was precipitated by Facebook drama.)

Keisha and  Becky knew that each other existed but neither knew the whole truth. Thanks to our friends at Facebook, all of that changed. Becky, trying to prove something to two other females dealing with Mark, (S&L), changed her profile photo to one of she and Mark. Ruh Roh! Keisha sees this and sends Becky a message. They exchange numbers. They have a conversation in which they exchange all types of information and tell each other the truth about lies Mark has told. Keisha plans to hang out with Mark. She spends the night. (Keisha is normally a very animated person. She was not on Saturday night.) She woke up Sunday morning slapping Mark in the face! The drama escalated from there. There were hammers and body checks and bitch slaps, OH MY. Keisha whooped his ass. (I don't condone physical violence but if you knew them, you'd see the humor. Keisha is like the Jolly Green Giant and Mark is like Pinocchio. She definitely had the physical advantage.)

In summation: Keisha still had feelings for Mark. Though they were supposed to be over. Mark was still sending her text messages about how much he loves her and wants her to come back and how as far as he's concerned, they'll never be over. (I've seen them.) At the same time, he's telling Becky that she's number one and his ex and any other female he may talk to mean nothing. Lies and mixed signals. Tsk. Tsk.

Men are always calling women crazy. "I can't mess with her anymore, she's crazy." "My ex went all crazy on me."  Chances are, she's probably not all that crazy. It's more likely, that said man was lying to her or sending her mixed signals and she pretty much got fed up and overwhelmed with emotion. Emotions are a bitch and when toyed with for too long by someone that you love/trust (for whatever reasons) there comes a breaking point. Keri Hilson said it best...every woman has a breaking point, y'all.

Minions of Hell

The elderly are mean little people. The elderly who drive are scary little people. The elderly that drive and have handicap decals are minions of hell!

So.....thanks to a genetic/environmental fuck up, I get handicap decal privileges.  Sweeeeeet!

Initially, I didn't like using my decal. I was self conscious. I didn't want people asking what was wrong with me or looking at me sideways cause they can't see my handicap. With the aid of lazy friends and family that were often in my car, I finally got over not wanting to use it. Even still, I use it when convenient. (Read: nasty weather or crowded lot.)

Long story less long, I run to BJ's Wholesale (which is ALWAYS packed), early Saturday evening to grab a couple items. I'm not feeling like parking in the middle of the next town, so...I throw my decal in the window and jump out. This old blue hair is staring at me. I can feel the stank in her glare. She seemed so pissed that I was in handicap parking. This woman was breaking her neck to see if the photo on the decal was really me! The nerve of her. LMAO.

I had no time to sit and wait to see her face when she saw that it was really me. (I'm sure it was one full of disgust.) There are more than enough handicap parking spots out there. The elderly need to realize that unfortunately they don't have the lock on physical handicap. They aren't the Handicap Police. RELAXXXXXXX!

Total Package

So I had an interesting conversation with a friend, in which we discussed the concept of the total package.
We were talking about a particular person with whom she was involved and she was applauding his merits and bemoaning his shortcomings. She finished her tirade by saying, "You just can't ever have the total package." As soon as the words left her mouth, I knew what my next blog post would be.

I thought about it for a while. The total package, if such a thing exists, varies from person to person. The qualities one person way be looking for in a mate, another may be completely disinterested in. Personally, I think the concept of a total package is obsolete.

Shouldn't we love our mates for who they are at face value? Isn't the person at face value who you fall for in the first place?

What does it say about us if we're trying to change someone else?

Just a little food for thought.