Your Mom Goes to College

if you live in an non-progressive town, have big dreams, and no job, go to college.

(via my twitter @GodsGift_JaNaye)

As a child, most aspire to be a superhero, fireman, policeman, doctor, teacher...or singer. As you grow up, either reality hits you or you find something better....lately, however, many of my peers are dead set on being a superstar. Let's get one thing straight: I'm your friend, and of course I believe in you! I just believe in you doing something else. Face it, not ALL of you are gonna make it. While we would like to live in this fantasy, it's a gamble. Meaning: its IMPOSSIBLE for all of you to be SUPERSTARS because the industry isn't designed for that.

This brings me to my small town childhood friends.

When it comes to progress, Louisiana sucks. I was there, I know. I'm not saying that they don't make progress, but hey, everyone has their flaws. Houston has a nasty habit of not supporting each other. But nonetheless, coming from a small town, I learned if you wanna have big dreams, that's cool. Have a realistic backup plan. Here's an idea: GO TO COLLEGE.

You don't have too much to lose versus trying to pursue HollyWood with no back up plan. My friend from Louisiana wants to do music, lives in Lake Charles, and envies the fact that I live in Houston now. Dude go to college, your fasfa will cover enough for you to live in houston on campus. At least if you're not a star you're working towards something, you live where you want, and you have access to better oppurtunities. Why stay in the boondocks, dreaming? You wanna make your dreams realized? Baby, you gotta wake up first.

Passive Aggression. Pet Peeve #238

"I like confrontation, it's better than making assumptions. To "assume" makes an ASS out of U and ME, but confrontation? There's nothing to hide....nothing left unsaid. Clears the air, no pollution." What's worse though, is to half ass confront me through passive aggression, I swear. It makes me want to wrap you in haystack and drown you; drown you in hydrochloric acid.

Like really, why would you do that?

If you even part your lips to speak to me, its obviously because you want me to know something. Say it, verbatim to what's inside your head, what you want me to know. You're already getting cool points for saying it to my face. Take that extra step. I'm the female who will appreciate my man saying "That dress makes you look fat" opposed to the one who says "That dress doesn't match your shoes", only for me to keep trying to wear it while secretly he wishes I'd get rid of it.

At the end of the day, when you don't speak your mind to me, the issue at hand is never completely addressed. So when the incident occurs again, YOU'RE the one mad. It will keep happening and it won't have the potential to cease until it is addressed in proper form. I won't be the miserable one, because you're to miserable and afraid to use the mouth that God gave you to SPEAK YOUR GOD GIVEN MIND!

So, instead of sitting around asking others how you should approach me with an issue, writing me on social networking sites while you have someone help you say what they want you to say about how you feel (everything is wrong with this picture), or say "haha, you're so funny" when what you were thinking was "When Ja'Naye said I talk loud, she really hurt my feelings." If we are friends, you are most likely an adult, and one characteristic that an adult has that a child doesn't is the abilty to discern feelings within reason. If you can't say how you feel, you're childish.

And I no longer can associate myself with you.

These are one of the many reasons I don't like females, but thats another topic for another day.

"A la fin du jour," if you have something to say to me, say it. Preferably to my face. I'll have so much more respect for you. Don't sugarcoat. I'm already too sweet, pre-diabetic. Plain and simple.

first rant

Hello loves...it's been a while since I had a blog. The bright idea came from me tweeting waayyy past 140 characters. Now that I've made the blog I have absolutely nothing to say...at the moment. I guess this isn't a rant at all.

I'll be back.