I had a much more happy joy joy and shit type post ready for today.  Well today ain’t happy joy joy and shit.

The Brown Blogger said I should have posted and told my readers that I didn’t have anything to say instead of just not saying anything….cause my blog look abandoned.

Hmmmmm

Any damn way

I know people who always smile at me and shit….telling me how great and happy everything is.  I used to envy them.  Hell I wanted a life like that…..all happy and shit to the point where it had me smiling all the time.  I’m 32 years old….less than 90 days away from being 33 and I’ve learned something.  Those hoes are lying allllllllllllllll the damn time.  Yep.  Lying.  It’s not that good and when it is good they keep it to themselves because they want to hold on to it.

TJ always says that people need to quit lying to themselves.  I’m beginning to agree.  To hell with not doing it for yourself.  Think about aiding humanity and your fellow mankind.  If folks weren’t always aiming for that happy happy joy joy shit all the time then they’d have more time to live life.  What I’m saying is that so often people are getting caught up in striving for that shit that they miss out on opportunities to just enjoy the moment they have.  Here is a hardcore example.  *I keep thinking we all know men and women like this but it might just be me.  I’m known for having suspect ass friends*  A single woman dating might miss out on dating a good guy cause he’s not like the guy her “FRIEND” has.  See…her “FRIEND’S” man writes loves notes and shit…cooks dinner and shit.  mmmm hmmmm…..let me tell y’all fools something.  I had a man that did that shit once upon a time.  He wrote me love notes and shit….talked about laying in front of the fireplace drinking wine and being romantic.  Mmmmm hmmmmm…..well his ass was married to a couple other women at the time.  Stop being impressed by simple shit and then missing out cause you’re holding out for that dumb shit.  (Yeah at the time I bragged about it….but in hindsight….it’s dumb shit).

I’d be a fool to sit up and spend all my time thinking about what TJ’s husband does that mine doesn’t instead of enjoying what mind does (when he does something).  That’s an extreme example….but it’s common.

Make sense?  If it doesn’t make sense to you….stop and ask yourself if there is someone else you keep comparing your situation to…..cause I might be talking about your ass.

Just to let you know what kind of mood I’m in….I just skipped all the neo-soul in my iTunes…..and pressed play on Mr. Hit Dat Hoe by Treal Lee.