What women want?

I have stumbled upon this nugget of truth throughout my years of probing the female psyche; women want what they want period! Regardless of how anyone on God's green Earth may feel, women truly embrace the theory that "It's my life and I don't care how anyone feels." This fact is made clear with the approach women take toward relationship. It is a "me first attitude" that comes across as blatant and reckless. Reckless in the sense that a woman would have a child with a man knowing full well he is against the notion of having children with her. This man is then expected to love his "baby mama" and support the off spring that was created through shame and regret. I love women; my sister is a woman, however, if the most selfish decisions aren't made by these creatures, who egos go unchecked and reach uncharted levels with "ready made" excuses such as " my biological clock s ticking" and the most absurd, "I didn't want to be an old mother." Such reasoning is usually followed by asinine statements such as "I'm okay with being a single mother." I have visited this topic several times and have come to the conclusion that I have been wrong with my approach to this recent generation of women and their issues. Such behavior has been festering for decades. However, I cannot tolerate the fact a woman will force a relationship whether it is beneficial or not just because she desires to be in one. Some may argue that men can be just as determined and misguided in their pursuits of what appears to be happiness; I suppose I will leave that topic for another day.

Am I alive?

Am I living or surviving? Is surviving living? These are a few questions I ponder as I walk the streets of New York. I suppose I am viewing myself as a reflection within the eyes of my fellow citizens. I wonder if I exude the same dis-pleasures. We fill our lives daily with many trivial trinkets to distract ourselves from such questions. I have believed for years that life is too difficult to attempt to live without a buffer; similar to how a strong alcoholic beverage needs a chaser in order to decrease the potency of the drink. It's amazing how people complain about the unpredictable nature which is life. Is life not like the weather; like your health; like religion; you pray but there is always a chance things may or may not be what you hope for. There is a 20% chance of rain and the same can be applied to one's health; even less that your prayers will be answered. The only controllable factor is one's self. What can be predicated without error is your own actions. Acceptance of this unavoidable fact will lessen the impact of the surprises that life offers. I love life and what can't be seen. I enjoy whether an action is positive or negative results can't be determined. I suppose that's why I wake up every day; I want to see how "things" play out.

I see beauty!!!

I must acquiesce in your attempts to claim beauty in it's entirety. Often it is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder; such a statement has never been more true. If Jesus is the son of God, then you must be the daughter of beauty. I must sincerely admit that you are Medusa. I am frozen. I am stone!

I see her and it seems as if time has frozen. It feels as though I am spinning
from this glance of this endangered species. I greet her with a smile and I am
awake.. She is a shot of adrenaline.I she is beauty. All other beautiful women
have been spawned from her. She is the original. She is the first. I wonder how
she would respond if I described how she had a kinetic hold on a man she has
never even spoken with?
As a child I often scoffed at the idea of love at first sight but at this moment
I can fully appreciate Romeo and his determination. This women is my Juliet! I
wish to confess my thoughts of a future in which I make her my queen and I am
nothing more than a servant wishing to please his goddess with blind adoration.
My muse is the heat from one's first kiss and venture inside the forbidden
corridor in which the holy Grail is made home. This is she; the unknown
tranquility of a new found addiction plagues my soul. I will only traverse this
plan as a man once; my journey would end if rejected!

What are you?

There are major differences between what makes a woman a wife, life-long girlfriend and a "jump off," this is usually based on how she carry’s herself in public. The classiest women embody a demeanor of sophistication and elegance; An okay woman is one who is just ordinary, unspectacular; she is like the pear of the fruit world, delicious but not the first piece you want to eat. Another type of woman contains characteristics that are significantly less desirable. Such as, an insatiable desire for entertaining men sexually; a flirtatious disposition that borders on desperation; and a promiscuous lifestyle that justify the title of “jump off.”

Certain women have more options than others, due to their reputations, education, and overall physical attractiveness; simply put, ugly-dumb women do not get married generally speaking. Possessing all three at high levels will afford a woman opportunities that a "jump off" and life-long girlfriend can never obtain; these women are called wives. A wife has a high self esteem and will not subjugate herself to less than ideal standards before and during marriage. This woman, is the type to take you for 180 million like Michael Jordan's wife.

A life-long girlfriend is is a above jump off and can ultimately be classified as a mistress, or "side-piece." She will always be number two due to a complacent nature and comfort with a side role. Many women relish in this position if child bearing is an impossibility or if age and prior relationships have made her an undesirable candidate. She is more desirable than a “jump off” who is known for little more than giving a man a good time. A life-long girlfriend is a woman who is similar to Elaine from the show "Seinfeld." Elaine is a woman who doesn't want to get married or have children, ever! This makes her a revolving door as the girlfriend to many men. She is a pit spot.

The jump off is primarily a woman who is bruised and emotionally unable to connect because of traumatizing events within her life. She does not care what situation a man may be in, she is comfortable with draining him emotionaly and physically. These women have called many names throughout history. Home wrecker; leach; or gold digger. She is a step above stripper and or prostitute. The average jump off is unaware of her status and is thus able to function and appear as a respectable woman in society.)Men use and discard these women like condoms. This only adds to the unstable psyche of a jump off. Who I personally like to call the toxic lady!! This particular woman is reminiscent of the greatest strumpets throughout history. She is plastered with scarlet letters that scream "I am the unwife." A proper historical reference would be Marilyn Monroe. A real woman, never entertain the team!

Does it really matter?

Women who earn more for a living than a man in this modern society has been an issue for quite sometime. The issue may stem from some archaic belief that "a man can not be a man" within his household if he doesn't make more than his significant other; or a woman is unable to allow him to be a man due to his lack of earning potential. These issues primarily arise when societal standards are applied to any relationship in which a woman earns more than her man. However, another theory which can be factual is with more money, more responsibility is granted. An immigrant janitor in Mcdonalds' will never have as much power at the job as Oprah! This will often translate in the household. Throughout history, woman have been forced to take a subordinate role due to men being the major bread winners. In this case, society tells men they are or should be in control of their homes. When a woman is in charge of the household, a man's position becomes undefined; so a man argues and is uncomfortable with his lack of role in the household. A situation which is and will always be a problem because of the foundation of society being built upon the premise of a man taking care of a woman and not the opposite. A man never asked a woman's father for his blessing by saying "I promise to let you daughter take care of me."

What are we really looking for?

It seems in our society that marriage has become little more than a gaudy ring, and a proposal to honor;cherish; and love one another through thick and thin(of course with your fingers cross). Why do people choose to subject themselves to these social standards of love and comment? Have we become so desperate that we will just gladly accept a role with an individual we care little for or haven't gotten to know completely? How much do we even care to know? Are we just content with embracing as little as possible in order to fulfill our on selfish desires? We speak of change and acceptance but how much are we even willing to alter to achieve this holy grail(Love). I believe as human beings we rarely do what's best for us. Maybe, marriage is one of those institutions which should be avoid like many other undesirables (i.e. Crack, alcohol). Although, with the latter two, your addiction is pitied.

Nut Shell

If you wanted to know why I am so aggravated, it is simply because I do not understand PEOPLE. I peruse the pages of My-space often and I view countless pictures of some individual "flossing" their pseudo-wealth. I love seeing those many outfits and and club pictures of guys and gals living it up; I truly enjoy the many vacation shots of either MIAMI or some Caribbean island. I also can not live without the many photos of those countless attractive people out there. I am not here to bashing but rather to enlighten those dim halogen lambs. Instead of spending such funds on meaningless artifacts trying to fill a void within yourself that is a bottomless pit, get a bite of reality. Understand that such purchases and vague expressions of sexiness only hinder you as a person. The mother of this piece is a beautiful documentary called, "When Leeves Break." This view point depicts the horrific events of hurricane Katrina and it's aftermath(which may have been more horrible). The saddest part of this "doc" is when a few random Black folks are looting department stores. They snatch video games and t.v.'s; and the first thought that came to mind was "nigga you ain't got a home." I have seen this H.B.O. special many times and it continues to be a difficult thing to watch. Seeing my people placed in such difficult circumstances is hard to absorb. I'm not attempting to be some sort of preachy son-of-a-gun which sounds like it; I just want people to get a grip. Nigga that shit you buying don't mean shit! You may ask yourself "what makes this motherfucker think he can judge me?" It's simple, I was that nigga. Now I am an angry Blackman because I am disgusted with my environment. If you think I am full of it, then please meet me one day and we can take a trip down pathetic lane. We will view 10 clothing stores; 8 fast food chains; 6 bum fights; 4 icey ladies; a foot action and foot locker; 9 cell phone spots; 2 pawn shops; 15 hair product stores; a nail salon; and last but not lease, no hood can do without 95 Chinese restaurants(ummm, um, we sure love to eat in the ghetto). I am addressing the South Bronx but all "hoods" look alike from the Heights to Oakland. I must reiterate that I am not Jesus so I can not judge you. I am simply asking that the next time you attempt to purchase some shit you don't truly need or want, you think about the bigger picture and spend your cash on something more meaningful. I can imagine that some individuals may feel somewhat offend by this blog(because that's how us GHETTTOOO peoples bes, we sen-so-tive). Be objective and I am sure you will realize that you too are living in the Matrix and the real world will have you some what of an "Aggravated Man as well.

Something I just can't understand....

One thing i can't understand is how a person can make the statement "I love you, but I am not in love with you!" Throughout my exsistence this has to be the dumbest comment I've ever heard. The funny part is that I have only heard this from women. SO, I must ask are women the only sex capable of loving someone but not being in love with that individual? Does such a statement make any sense? I feel at times I view a world of grey as Black & White and this may be a flaw in my way of thinking..but shit somethings are Black & White. A man approaches a woman and he is thinking "I want to fuck her! Yeah I want to get to know her as well so she will allow me to sex her up." That seems pretty b&w...A man cheats on his woman but she takes him back, what's not b&w about that. What differs between the sexes in which a man is Black & White with his views and most women tend not to be? You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you!!!!

The Show

If you every seen the Cosby show, I am sure you wished to have had parents just like Cliff & Clair. The way the two behaved and cared for one another and their children is something truely made for television.We might have all wanted parents like the Huxtables but more or less I always wanted a wife like Clair. Throughout life, it is difficult, damn near immpossible to find an equal (litterally) who is your match in every way. Is such a love even possible? Is such a love even desireable to the average individual any more? Or does the average person seek love,attention and affection and from any sub-par being who seems to care and say "I LOVE You?" To me the Cosby show was less about the children and their affairs rather more geared toward the romance and comedy that the Doctor and Lawyer shared. The debate has been going on for years whether the show does Black folks any justice because of the careers the two parents possessed. I always wondered if the show was realistic due to the amazing relationship Cliff & Clair shared. Any one can become a doctor or lawyer if the necessary work and determination is invested. However, one can try their hardest, one can spill blood to make a relationship work and still end up looking for another. The saddest part is that the person that maybe lying next to you or the individual you call "baby" or the fundementally flawed love of your life you fill "YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT " is not nearly Cliff or Clair!!!!!!!! You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you. Biotch!!!!

Here is something I can't understand

What is the deal with women who have their boyfriends splattered all across the many pages that are intended to express YOU as an individual not some sort of deformed beasts attached at the head? Now I can dig "Love" and all that there however, why do some many women want to lose themselves as an "independent" person once this "LOVE" is achieved? One particular question tends to shoot into my brain, what happens if you break up? Will you follow another one of Myspace's cliches and post a clever little excerpt of emotions written in a way that will make me disgorge the remaining respect I hold for you pseudo couples. After the break you so uncleverly post a comment as your New page name "I'm stronger with or without you" " NO other Bitch can feel my shoes" " You don't know what you've got till it's gone!" (Yeah, That'll make him miss you) I use the phrase fake couples because on his page he may not even have a picture posted showing the back of your head and yet you have a million and one photos collectively littering yours. I am not hating on all couples, Married, excellently, post as many pictures as possible. Have been dealing with one another so long you can read that motherfuckers thought's, I give you my blessings. Dealing with that person for six months: Shit!!!!!!!!!!! I am sure I speak for the majority of myspacers who stop and visit pages from time to time....simply put " I came to see your page, not your MAN!!!!" I can go die now
You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you. Biotch!!!!

Damn right I'm better than you!

Man I can't stand people!!!!!!!!!If you know me even a little, then this isn't too much of a shock. I say this because of the self-centered nature of the average motherfucker(I am also sure I am sounding redundant). Are you busy to the point where you can sign on to myspace and read a message but not have the common decency to respond to it? I am sure your presidential duties consume the majority of your time and that is quite understandable however, why do you normally read something, anything and not have an opinion...specially when it is directed toward you? Are you so important that a "myspace" page must be private? Who the fuck are you to have your shit private? Are there that many motherfuckers on the computer who are attempting to fuck up your page and potentially stalk you? The fact that your page is private sends out a blatant sign that "I really don't want to talk to anyone....or I am really, really hot and I have to keep people at bay" Yeah fucking right... I must ask these rhetorical questions because in a world full of individuals who can't see past their own shadows I have my head in the sky, praying someone can step up. I do understand, truly I do...that you're on My space because you have little or no free time or because you have a deep rooted desire to stay "connected" with your "good" friends half of which are merely decorations;half of which you have lost contact with; half of which you don't really have anything in comon with; half of which you don't even like;half of which are boring motherfuckers anyway. The average person has little or nothing to say so they are boring anyway. You know you're boring and you bore people. So I plead with you, redesign your page and make it HOT....add more pictures and I know they will e HOT...accumulate more friends and I know they will be HOT..now throw a new page name up top which symbolizes who you are, and guess what make it HOT. Now I can vomit on my keyboard because the shear thought of this myspace exsistant is making me sick to my bones, I can feel it in the marrow. So being your buddy, pal, tu amigo, you will not ready this anyway; which proves my point!!!!!!
You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you. Biotch!!!!

A million and 1.

Guess what, I just realized people are groundhogs, simply afraid of there own shadows. There are a million and one reasons not to do something and the AVERAGE individual will use every single one to get around living life. I use the term living life because when you allow certain decisions to become road blocks they will impede all positive moments(self-explanatory); you become afraid; apprehensive; "let me think about it." Damn it's hard to not judge people when they make you vomit on the fact you share the same species. The best time of my life was being a child and you did things because you want to and did not have to give an in depth explanation for your actions. I am not saying because you hate your boss blow some brains out however, I am trying to convey the fact that more or less you use a million and one reasons not to do something!!!!!!
You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you. Biotch!!!!

I believe

I believe there are a million reasons behind pretty much everything we as human beings do in life. One thing that has been troubling me for a while is the idea of why people choose to bring children into this world? I would love for someone to give me their answer but I feel it's safe to assume that decision varies from person to person. I believe that the day I ever choose to lay down and make a baby, it will be with that SPECIAL person. It will be with a woman I love and cherish. I believe that our love will manifest a child within her womb and we in turn will be a loving family. I tend to imagine myself with a child and our conversation goes like this: "Daddy, what made you want to have a baby"?
"I wanted to have a baby because your mother and I were so deeply in love that we wanted to share this feeling with a life we created. I never thought I could love anything more than your mother until we had you. Once I looked into your beautiful eyes, I realized in that moment your mother loved me unconditionally. In going through the months of torture to give birth to you I believed that she, loved me but no one would love or need me as much as you. I believed, that's why I had a baby!!!!!!" My reason for having a child, what about u?
You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you. Biotch!!!!

What in the hell?

I am not easily amazed but often I am surprised with human nature and how we tend to shape situations in order to make them seem less negative. The most common example of this is when I hear comments like "I don't regret my decision but If I could do it over, I would do it differently." Motherfucker, you just described regret. It doesn't matter how you shape it, it's regret! Truth be told, why regret anything, you can't change the past unless you know Dr. Brown.
The biggest scape goat is "only God can judge me."

Get A Grip

If I hear one more woman ask a question like " Are there any men out there who can show me that all ya'll aint the same" I will puke. There are no two people that are alike. The common denominator between you and all the men you've dated, is you; You have not changed, you still attract and are attracted to the same individual and Fyi, the minute you seek a man who maybe out of your norm, is the day, "All men" will stop being the same.
You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you. Biotch!!!!

Question?

This topic hit a brother like a sack of bricks. I battled with trying to understand why the majority of people who dwell within my community tend to be a bit unsuccessful. I figured it out, because the majority of people in my neighborhood misunderstand a great deal of things or lack morals or seem to think education is an "uncool" or "garbage" way to spend their days. I can not seem to understand why a drug dealer is held in higher regard than a man who works for a living at McDonalds? I don't understand, help me!!!!!!
You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you. Biotch!!!!

Question?

This topic hit a brother like a sack of bricks. I battled with trying to understand why the majority of people who dwell within my community tend to be a bit unsuccessful. I figured it out, because the majority of people in my neighborhood misunderstand a great deal of things or lack morales or seem to think education is an "uncool" or "garbage" way to spend their days. I can not seem to understand why a drug dealer is held in higher regard than a man who works for a living at McDonalds? I don't understand, help me!!!!!!
You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you. Biotch!!!!

My Name is Craig

I normally post a new blog when I can not seem to wrap my mind around issues that are troubling. I recently viewed a movie and I was transformed. This powerful depiction of genocide has awaken in me a sense of deep loathing and regretfulness. SO much can be done, but us as people who aren't threaten by such barbaric actions are usually possessed by a sense of self-centeredness. In leimans terms: we simply don't give a fuck. We are over here, and they are over there. "I have to pay my cell bill and get these new jeans." "I must type to someone on my instant message list and try to fuck someone new!" Truth be told, you can do whatever you want in your life, this is what I would describe as free will. However, if you have the ability to do something a bit more meaningful, why don't you? Shouldn't you? If you can help a person, what will you do, buy some new shoes and go clubbing? Materialism, has corrupted each and everyone of us. I never, ever, hear a person say " I need a job to help those in need." I am not saying I haven't been guilty of some of the situations I've depicted; however, I have an idea and will act on it as soon as possible. So instead of worring about where you might place your "New" pictures from your most recent night on the town. Try Googling "Genocide" and realize that such a word doesn't just apply to the Holocaust. P.S. "Sometimes In April" is the movie.
You may be asking who the FUCK does he think he is? Ask and I will tell you. Biotch!!!!

I'm loving it!!

I love movies! I really do! So much of what we watch resembles our day to day lives. The best type of movie, isn't the blockbuster that makes 300 million nationally and 600 million worldwide; it's the picture that is meant to wake your ass up. Fast Food Nation depicts the the epidemic that plagues this country we live in. Say good bye to the good old days where the majority of life had a personal touch and embrace an age of automated systems and yes, fastfood. This film preaches how we as a nation have grown so impatient, that we rather eat a processed shit infested burger from a cow who suffers madly from all types of diseases. This speaks volumes in describing human nature. Rarely do we care what happens to the person to the left of us, so should we really care whether or not some multi-billion dollar corporation will flood our bodies with some taste, increasingly expensive quisne that has been processed to turn as much profit as possible. The film is more about a processed life than it food. The processed way people say "I love you." The many pictures depicting the very same weekend you had a week earlier. The beautiful captions telling us how much fun you had. I am just sick of you beautiful processed people.is another example of how life is like the movies or the movies being like life.