Every day I come up with a litany of questions I’d love to ask……but I never do. Usually I’ll email my regular commentors and pick their brains on the wonders of my mind. LOL Today I’m putting those wonders out there for the world to answer.
Would you keep a gift from an ex? How long would you keep it? What if you got married….would you still have it? I asked TJ her opinion on if the cost of the gift determines whether or not it’s ok to keep it or not. Hmmmmm What do you think? How do you feel about A) keeping the poetry your college sweetheart wrote you 10 years ago? and B) your husband’s/wife’s favorite sweater that their last partner gave them as a Christmas gift? There is one thing I know for sure though. Whatever it is….whether you still have it or not…..whoever it’s from…..KEEP THAT SHIT TO YOURSELF!
I read a blog post on Hostess’ site once (not too long ago) and someone commented in (what came across to me) as an effort to assert how “cream of the crop” they were….but the comment didn’t add any value whatsoever to the post. The question is…does that annoy the hell out of anyone else the way that it does me? You know I’ll block someone who shows a pattern of dumb ass comments that don’t add any value. What about you?
Let me tell y’all what happened. The last time I did a post about personal style and posted pictures of 2 of my bags, I got 15 emails asking me where I got them. The whole entire point of the post was about having style that reflects the individual. Someone even went as far as to scour the internet for the bag and purchase it. I understand the “imitation is the greatest form of flattery” concept, but how do you take it when someone else mimics your style?
I know two crazy ass people who became friends. Do you know any crazy ass people that hooked up and just “clicked”? And if you do, don’t you just look at them sometimes and say “I KNEW THEY WAS CRAZY AS HELL! I JUST KNEW IT!”
This morning I read three different blogs which had all written about problems in the black community and on of the highlighted problems was the “baby mama” epidemic. If I remember correctly they all used examples that deal with a woman having several children by several different men. Question….y’all know that’s not limited to black folks alone right? Right? You see…I know a non-black woman, who is a blogger, RET NOW that has 3 kids and each one has a different father. She receives goverment assistance and has no intention at all of getting a job any time soon. And my other half just yesterday reiterated that African Americans (all 12% of us) do NOT make up the largest portion of people receiving government assistance. Do you realize that when you’re writing about these “welfare sisters”?
Be honest with yourself…are you genuinely happy for your friends’ good fortunes? When you hear about them prospering, does your heart swell or do you hang up and say to yourself “well damn…” I can honestly say that I have a friend that is experiencing more good fortune right now than she can ever imagine and I am so freaking happy for her! I wasn’t always this way though. I’ll admit that I haven’t always been this way. Jealousy is an easy trait to let fester. But I’ve found that when you are truly joyful for others, you will encounter good fortune more often. (at least in my case).
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Sometimes imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Sometimes its just a sincere form of being lazy. LOL.
ICream of the crop people stand out, and not because they are always telling you about their creamy goodness. LOLOL.
Gifts from an ex? I don’t throw anything away. Not because of sentimentality, just because I’m a pack rat. I’ve got a stuffed dog on my bed right now (stop laughing!) that someone gave me years ago … he’s just sitting there for no reason.
Thankfully, I have very few commenters and the ones I do have add nothing but value. I love them!
I have never tried to copy someone’s style exactly … but if I get something similar it’s not because I’m lazy or crazy … I just don’t think I’ve identified a style of my own, so every now and then I need help. In my next life, I’m hiring a stylist.
When my true friends “hit the jackpot”, yeah, I celebrate right along with them.
i have both thrown away and kept gifts from an ex. the stuff i threw away was because i didn’t want it anymore and having less reminder around couldn’t hurt. the stuff i kept, well, i still wanted it. just the other day i wore a shirt he bought for me. didn’t bother me, it’s just a shirt. another thing i kept though was diamond and black pearl earring and pendant set. yes, i know who got them for me. but they’re mine and i like them and NO I DON’T DISCUSS HOW/WHERE I GOT THEM with my man. i don’t want him mistaking my material greed with carrying a torch, ’cause i don’t.
nobody mimics my style ’cause i don’t have any. but if they did i would be both flattered and annoyed as hayle.
i’ve been reading a lot of things by blacks criticizing blacks, and as much as i am in the amen corner on the one hand, i’m tired of the isht. all this preaching to the choir to affirm one’s status in the not-messed-up-black-people club is played and petty. oh – and maybe some of us have forgotten that reagan was really big on the whole blame the “welfare queen” mentality, and that’s why some of us middle class black women still get looked at that way by people.
honestly i am happy for my friends’ good fortunes, but most of the time all their good fortunes does is make me want mine. when my girlfriends do well it makes me want better for myself that much more. i don’t begrudge them their stuff – i just work harder and put more pressure on myself to get my own. i guess that sounds a bit like jacking somebody’s style or keeping up with the joneses… it’s not though. i don’t want the same stuff, i just want my own. there’s a lot of “be patient, everybody has their own walk, what God has for is you is for you” going on in my head when a friend shares good news and i’m squealing with joy and buying presents or congratulations cards.