I know you all must be wondering why I'm posting about UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship, you know, when big niggas fight in cages and anything goes?) Well, it was an okay day today until I left work. Go figure, work was my better part of the day. Sometimes it's betta to be around the people that don't really matter (i.e. co-workers. I mean, you see them everyday, but so what? I don't really care what they think of me. I'll go to work without curlin' my hair before I go around somebody I like) But anyway, work was cool, real busy. So I go to East Brunswick to pick somethin' up and the person who I was gettin' it from was playin' me on some stupid time shit like I don't have a cell phone with extremely accurate time. Who doesn't? So I leave and tell my buddy what the situation is. He's extra hype about the situation and I'm not in the mood for all that nonsense. I worked all day, sat in traffic, waited on this nigga for an hour and sat in more traffic again on the way and had to reroute my way home. So by the time I get home I'm not gonna be all smiles. No way Jose. And he's still hype when I get home so I just go aboout my business of unwinding and because of that I have an attitude. Ha, ha, ha!!! Even if I'm not justified, oh well. There's no empathy around here. No thinkin' what the other person might be thinkin', just the effect that the opposite's actions have on the other. And here ladies and gentlemen, UFC comes in. Two well-trained and well-skilled competitors enter a caged octagon to engage in strenuous and painfull combat until one taps out. Let's go over the tap-out for any that may not know what that is when a fighter has reached his breaking point and the only way for him to surrender himself and escape the agonizing pain and fatigue is to pat his hand on the rubber mat on which they have fought. A surrender move. When you've been dealing with people for a long time a magnetic force develops between you that holds you together. I guess it could be described as love, but I think there's somethin' else involved too. Even chemicals maybe. We may subconciously crave another person's phermones. Who knows, but it's there. So that feeling itself is like the cage, the arena for combat. Being in close quarters with someone just develops friction. The physics of it says that the closer that you bring two molecules together, the higher the probability becomes that those molecules will collide and cease to roam freely and continue their path of inertia (If you didn't know, I'm a smart ass gyrl, check my stats ha, ha, ha!!!) So just think of this collision in a social sense. People goin' along in their regular lives and then all of a sudden woop there it is. Before you know it, niggas is mad. Over what? Over nothin', they just happened to fulfill the predicted probability. Can't be mad about that right? Hell yeah you can be mad about it!!! But how do you fix it? Communication seems like a good start but when the other molecule doesn't wanna talk all you can try to do is avoid it. Bounce off a wall or somethin'. But that doesn't work all the time because once again your in this figurative octagon cage and you there's no resolution until one party taps out. And you neva wanna be the one to tap-out, you wanna be the victorious one!!! The winner, the ultimate fighting champion! You wanna wear the belt. In order to do that, you've gotta endure a lot of stress just like in the octagon. Feelings are hurt, tears are shed (primarily by me), and I don't know about the other combatant but it hurts me to act like that. But I'm sick of bein' the one that taps out because I let my emotions get the best of me. I wanna be held at night, I want to be kissed good night, I wanna be asked how my day was when I get home. Just the little things like Indie Arie said. The little things are what you miss when you're involved in this angry mean combat. And after a while, you don't even remember why the fight ensued in the first place and you begin to feel stupid. But the opposing party still has an attitude, what do you do? Most say that you should get outta the cage. But if a fighter is engaged in combat and his opponent leaves and that fighter still has agression inside, he's not gonna let that fly. That's only gonna serve to infuriate him even more. Should I not care about that increased fury? Ignore it? I was never the one to ignore, never been my thing cause I hate for someone to do it to me. I don't know, if any one has any advice, please share, I'm outta ideas and sick of bein' with somebody yet still being lonely.
Oh and please look out for the next post on Keri Hilson, please don't sleep on lil mama. Her song writing is exceptional
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