The following is a tutorial designed to aid you in interacting with me. This includes what you should know, as well as how you should interact with me. This is a must-read, because I am compiling this to help you. Therefore, I do require confirmation from my "Friends".
Please note that it includes some foul language, necessary for emphasis.
I do delete comments.If you leave a raunchy, ignorant, or plain "ghetto" comment I'll probably delete it. If I just plain disagree with you I'll delete your comment. If you use my page or blog to promote any passive-aggressive e-bullshit I will delete it post-haste.
If you use my blog to try and front like we are closer friends than we are, I will make fun of you in private.
I do not accept each Friend Request.
I'll visit your page. I'll count your friends. More than 300? You'll probably get denied on GP (suspicion of being a MySpace whore).
I'll read your comments. I'll view your pictures. I'll view your Friends' pages. I'll read your blogs. I will deny your request and you'll never know why.
(Y'all really should send a message before you add a stranger as a "Friend" anyways. Gonna make me bring Al B. Sure! back to my page.)
Jealousy will get you nowhere.This is new to me. I doubt I will ever read anything, or see a picture or video of you doing something and think to myself, "How come I wasn't invited?" It is, therefore, 10 million times more unlikely that I will ever post a comment, send you an email, or call you up tombout [talking about] some, "Why come you didn't invite me?"
If I'm not in your plans, it's for a reason. If you're not in mine, it's either because you're not that important OR because I can only tolerate so much of you. That's not mean nor rude. Some people, great and entertaining as they are, can only be taken in small doses.
Acting like a jealous beeyotch makes your company even less desireable.
Do what you say.
For real. I neither forgive nor forget. I hold grudges. I bring up old stuff. If you're a flake or a fake, karma herself dictates that it comes back to you harder than you gave it.
I may smile and joke with you, but it's only because I'm able to enjoy now knowing the hammer will drop in the future. Because....
Say what you mean."It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind."
Not with me. That's some old Susan B. Anthony stuff that I don't play. Lately, this seems to apply more to the theory of "Friends First". I don't believe in that.
You tell me you want to be my "friend" and you have just paid your admission to the Buddy Club. There's no handstamp, no in and out priviliges. Otherwise, you're being insincere or dishonest.
Regardless, by interacting with me, you forfeit any rights to strike anything from the record. Anything you say now can and will be used against you in the future. And unfortunately, I remember everything.
They all come back.
So be careful what you say or do. Without one exception, people seem to find it kinda difficult to leave my orbit. They may drift for a minute, but a week, a month, a year, 2, 3 years later.... my phone rings, I get that email, that instant message, (Friend Request), text message, maybe even that hand-written letter....
The ladies love me.
I am the Big Brother, Best Friend, Positive Male Figure, Father-Like Authority, The Teacher, The Example. I'm well-liked., well-loved and lusted after. Fortunately, I am a virgin. I shall be so until I am married. I don't blur boundaries, ain't nothing "technical" about me. At this point in my life, I'm not even tempted.
I wish I had more male friends, but I have no desire to participate in conversations revolving around the pursuit of pussy. Even with my Muslim friends, I'm bugged out at the "player" mentality.
I also have limited patience in developing the man-child into a man. It's time to grow up.
So I have an imbalanced amount of female friends. Different kinds. Patnas, buddies, activity partners, friends, and those whom I trust. Every once in awhile, I might see (or think I see) potential for something more meaningful. But I don't play mixed messages.
(See: Say what you mean)
Lastly,
Morals matter.
I am going to judge you by what you do, not what you say you do. Not who you say you are. Not by the size of your cross, your dhikr beads, or how tightly you wrap your hair.
If you're a Muslim, your example should be that of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him).
If you claim to be a Christian, your example should be that of Jesus (may God be pleased with him).
Your behavior, your actions, your language, your lifestyle should be reflective of that which you claim you believe in.
Or at least you'd have the moral integrity to keep your dirt to yourself.
If your lifestyle is about smoking weed, fuckin, drinking, lying, music videos, talkin shit, "reality" tv... in any combination.... then be honest.
Call yourself what you are.
A Nigger.
At least my white tee-shirt wearing homeboys on the corner have enough integrity to address each other properly.
Please note that it includes some foul language, necessary for emphasis.
I do delete comments.If you leave a raunchy, ignorant, or plain "ghetto" comment I'll probably delete it. If I just plain disagree with you I'll delete your comment. If you use my page or blog to promote any passive-aggressive e-bullshit I will delete it post-haste.
If you use my blog to try and front like we are closer friends than we are, I will make fun of you in private.
I do not accept each Friend Request.
I'll visit your page. I'll count your friends. More than 300? You'll probably get denied on GP (suspicion of being a MySpace whore).
I'll read your comments. I'll view your pictures. I'll view your Friends' pages. I'll read your blogs. I will deny your request and you'll never know why.
(Y'all really should send a message before you add a stranger as a "Friend" anyways. Gonna make me bring Al B. Sure! back to my page.)
Jealousy will get you nowhere.This is new to me. I doubt I will ever read anything, or see a picture or video of you doing something and think to myself, "How come I wasn't invited?" It is, therefore, 10 million times more unlikely that I will ever post a comment, send you an email, or call you up tombout [talking about] some, "Why come you didn't invite me?"
If I'm not in your plans, it's for a reason. If you're not in mine, it's either because you're not that important OR because I can only tolerate so much of you. That's not mean nor rude. Some people, great and entertaining as they are, can only be taken in small doses.
Acting like a jealous beeyotch makes your company even less desireable.
Do what you say.
For real. I neither forgive nor forget. I hold grudges. I bring up old stuff. If you're a flake or a fake, karma herself dictates that it comes back to you harder than you gave it.
I may smile and joke with you, but it's only because I'm able to enjoy now knowing the hammer will drop in the future. Because....
Say what you mean."It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind."
Not with me. That's some old Susan B. Anthony stuff that I don't play. Lately, this seems to apply more to the theory of "Friends First". I don't believe in that.
You tell me you want to be my "friend" and you have just paid your admission to the Buddy Club. There's no handstamp, no in and out priviliges. Otherwise, you're being insincere or dishonest.
Regardless, by interacting with me, you forfeit any rights to strike anything from the record. Anything you say now can and will be used against you in the future. And unfortunately, I remember everything.
They all come back.
So be careful what you say or do. Without one exception, people seem to find it kinda difficult to leave my orbit. They may drift for a minute, but a week, a month, a year, 2, 3 years later.... my phone rings, I get that email, that instant message, (Friend Request), text message, maybe even that hand-written letter....
The ladies love me.
I am the Big Brother, Best Friend, Positive Male Figure, Father-Like Authority, The Teacher, The Example. I'm well-liked., well-loved and lusted after. Fortunately, I am a virgin. I shall be so until I am married. I don't blur boundaries, ain't nothing "technical" about me. At this point in my life, I'm not even tempted.
I wish I had more male friends, but I have no desire to participate in conversations revolving around the pursuit of pussy. Even with my Muslim friends, I'm bugged out at the "player" mentality.
I also have limited patience in developing the man-child into a man. It's time to grow up.
So I have an imbalanced amount of female friends. Different kinds. Patnas, buddies, activity partners, friends, and those whom I trust. Every once in awhile, I might see (or think I see) potential for something more meaningful. But I don't play mixed messages.
(See: Say what you mean)
Lastly,
Morals matter.
I am going to judge you by what you do, not what you say you do. Not who you say you are. Not by the size of your cross, your dhikr beads, or how tightly you wrap your hair.
If you're a Muslim, your example should be that of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him).
If you claim to be a Christian, your example should be that of Jesus (may God be pleased with him).
Your behavior, your actions, your language, your lifestyle should be reflective of that which you claim you believe in.
Or at least you'd have the moral integrity to keep your dirt to yourself.
If your lifestyle is about smoking weed, fuckin, drinking, lying, music videos, talkin shit, "reality" tv... in any combination.... then be honest.
Call yourself what you are.
A Nigger.
At least my white tee-shirt wearing homeboys on the corner have enough integrity to address each other properly.
