Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Ashellie was a rolling stone...

Yes, Ashellie was (is) a rolling stone, where ever she parks her car was (is) her home.  I am going somewhere with this, the questions is where.  All I want to do is be happy, enjoy my life, and do what I want, and every plan I devise to accomplish that, is some how staggered by reality.  So in 6 years, I moved about 8 times.  If you asked me to list all my previous addresses, I probably couldn't accomplish that without pulling a public record or a credit report.  If anyone asked me why so many moves, my answer would be a plethora things...hate my job, boring life, didn't like the place as much as I thought, or just plain bored all around.

Why, oh why can't I just live my life and be happy?  I haven't put too much thought in my answer just yet.  I mean, if I wanted to bore everyone with my life story, I could find about 5 roots to this problem, but I guess I won't bother with it today.  All I know is that the car is about to get packed up and I'm about to roll on to yet another destination until I can find this happiness or this life, I believe I'm in search of.  Don't ask me why I'm moving on, don't try to make me stay, consider this another dot on my connect the dot puzzle of a life that will be complete once I feel I'm done.  Wish me luck, pray for me, or if anything,just be glad I'm trying to find myself...I think, we'll see.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Another Urban Legend...

So, this blog can go anywhere, so where will I take it today?  Let's talk about the title, "Another Urban Legend"...that can mean a variety of things, however, what it means today is that marriage, I think, is just another urban legend.  Why?

I have a few happily married friends, and I'm actually quite happy for them.  However, I am haunted about this joke I keep hearing on the radio along the lines of, "Why don't black women get married?"  Although, I'm not married, I can't help but to think as to why it's just us "black women" who aren't marrying.  Isn't the marriage rate at an all time low for almost everyone despite race?  Heck, we all have enough problems of our own, that we should be marrying for economic reasons, but no one wants to deal with each other or each other's problems these days, and who can blame them?  Furthermore, doesn't it take two people to get married, so shouldn't the question be rephrased? 

Lets address a few reasons why hardly anyone is getting married these days (except the gays, they may just be in more stable relationships...some Christians are going to hate me for that, but it's becoming truer everyday).  First, a lot of people, "friends", and or associates are getting all the benefits of a relationship without having a title (not even a boyfriend, girlfriend, domestic partnership, etc).  Just living together and being accepting of that.  Can't blame them, for some people, titles bring out the worse in them.  My conclusion is that placing a title on something sets the expectation that one must live up to and mentally, they are not ready to, but they will "practice" all day long.  You can practice all you want, just know that if you continue to practice and never make it in a game, someone else will be drafted and therefore, start in your place, leaving you on the bench or traded to another team (at that point, team has a lot of interpretations; single, lonely, looking, or settle, all teams that will forever have openings). 

Secondly, another reason, I feel people don't marry is because of this new craze going around called "act like a woman, but think like a man".  Who does that?  Now what real man wants someone who acts like them and since when did all men think alike?  Can you "think like a woman, but act like a man"?  For me, that would be perfect, but again, who defines what what's a man standard actions and even still, why in the hell would you want to act like one?  Ugghhh, but I will have to marinate on the significance of this new craze for a while and get back to you.

Finally, another reason that people aren't marrying is because the foundation in which they are building their so-called relationships are already flawed.  Some of us, again, have been through so much drama, that you just don't feel like being bothered with it unless you have to, but who wants to?  We have all had enough drama that we're trying to get drafted for team drama free.  Its hard these days to avoid drama, such a baby mama's/daddies, kids, mama's boys/daddie's girls, and crazy exes.  It's almost disheartening for this thing called love, because nothing is worth all the drama, so it seems.  What I've realized is that you have to prioritize what you want, how you want someone to make you feel, and what you can and cannot tolerate, because everyone always comes with some type of drama, including ourselves.  The fact of the matter is, you have to analyze what you want out of a relationship, set the expectation, and roll with it.  Be cognizant of what's going on and be up front with your needs.  Maybe then the drama will be the small price to pay for your ultimate happiness, your strong foundation, and maybe the blueprint for your future marriage...maybe.


Monday, February 13, 2012

I'm the type you dream about...

I was going to blog about something different but then I thought I'd share a funny little story instead.  It's the eve of Valentines day, everyone is mourning Whitney, and worst of all, its Monday, and I'm on my way to work.  Well as we all know, exes get weird this time of year.  They either don't have anything better to do, or they just want to see where your head is at (of course the day before the "loveliest" day of the year).

I decide to check my phone and the ex love of my life (now we haven't seen each other or dated in 5 years) decides to text me frantically saying "Good, Morning!"  Of course my response had to be something whitty yet cold, so I say, "...You must've text me by accident?"  His reply went on to say "No, I had a dream about you...lol. I had a dream that you were pregnant...I woke up mad as hell..."  Now this is the dream coming from someone who managed to somehow bring 3 kids in this world while we were together without me.  I wanted to say, "Well let me tell you about this nightmare I had.  I had a dream that my boyfriend of 6 years (on and off) got another girl pregnant and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, after I fell back asleep, I was awaken by yet another nightmare.  This time, you had not one child, but somehow two and three miraculously got here and this time, you didn't have a job on top of all that.  I managed to fall back asleep, but again I woke up screaming, because this time, not only did you 3 kids and no job, but you had 3 kids, no job, and a rude side chick calling my phone.  So I managed to cry myself back to sleep, but I was interupted again, by yet another dream.  This time I had a dream that I was balling my eyes out crying in a corner because my dreams were really my reality.  I then had an out of body experience, because I saw myself crying, all balled up in a corner, over an old cheating, no good, unemployed, baby daddy.  After I saw myself, my real self came to the realization, that I must be out my damn mind to be on my knees crying over someone who obviously didn't give a monkey's @$$ about me.  So I picked myself up, got my mind, and my thoughts together, left you and here we are today."  True story.

OK, so that's what I wanted to say, but I'm sure that he didn't deserve all this held in hatred for him a whole 5 years later, I should have let him have it then when it meant something, not now, right?  So to ease his mind I just replied, "Well, I'm not anywhere close to being pregnant (maybe a little jiggly but not pregnant), however, if I was, and it was yours, now that, THAT would be my nightmare...hahahaha."  -___-

I find it humorous and both flattering, that my exes seem to still think and dream about me.  I mean I think about them, but only when I feel a certain way, hear a certain song, or tell a story, but I refuse to let them ruin my dreams.  I am trying to dream about being blessed with a real man, one who knows what he has and CAN HAVE with me, and not one who just dreams about it.  I am the real deal, always have been, always will be, ask my exes, because they still DREAM about me.