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@cantstoptherant
Can’t Stop Fake Friends V1#4
I’m tired of people fake pretending, fake caring,and fake trying to help. I respect selfish honesty much more than your need to feel like you’re a good person. I’m a generally private person and even my best of friends tend not to know all of what’s really going on in my life. I’ve tried to be more open this year and let people know I’m not okay. However, sometimes I wish I didn’t because I don’t want to think these people I call my friends could turn out to be not so great friends. I have had friends recently offer support in one way or another, but when I come to collect they flake out. My biggest problem is don’t offer if you have no intention to follow-through. I understand you may want to feel like you’re helping or feel like you are being a good friend by offering these things. However, when you dangle something in front of my face and take it away, it only hurts my feelings more than if you never mentioned anything in the first place. If I know my friend is having a hard time and I promised to do something with them, there isn’t much that would keep me from following-through. Even if I didn’t feel the best that day, it’s not about me. Besides, people going through tough times are pretty good in the disappointment department. If I knew I wasn’t feeling great I wouldn’t offer, in the first place. The worst is when you try to manipulate me into believing that something else is going on, when the fact is you just don’t want to follow-through or you didn’t think I would accept your offer in the first place. I don’t call people out all the time but that doesn’t make me stupid. In fact, it just makes me angry that you think you can take advantage of our friendship.
Can’t Stop Punk Ass Bitches|V1#3|
Cali is full on them. I have never been so annoyed with job hunting, in my life. Los Angeles culture is so passive. They do not communicate. In all of my previous jobs, communication has been key. I would be looked down upon if I had not responded to an email within 24 hours. Not responding at all = UNACCEPTABLE. Yet time and time again, I reach out to people I’ve interviewed with, only to be ghosted and left to assume they went with another candidate. Maybe they are all scared of the perceived angry Black woman they will have to with after. A negative response is better than no response in my book. Despite being told I am one of two final candidates, I can not get a response to any communication. I was also let go from a temporary assignment recently. The boss just happened to not show up that day. Like really...My only conclusion is Los Angeles is full of punk ass bitches that are too scared of any type of confrontation. Instead they hide and cower away and hope you eventually just go away due to them ignoring you.
Can’t Stop The Hate |V1#2|
It is way past time that we retire the word “hater” from our vocabulary. I am still not 100% sure but I think I am considered a millennial. A quick google search would clarify but maybe I am afraid of confirmation. Well, if I am considered a millennial it is by birth only. Similar to how I’m considered American. Anyways, I’m convinced that “hater” is the favorite word of most millennials.
Can’t Stop The Discrimination|V1#1|
One thing I wish I understood more as a kid was the saying “It’s not what you know. It’s who you know.” It does not matter that I followed the path of “success” laid out by society - meaning being a straight A student the majority of my K-12 career, working since 16 y/o, graduating from an accredited university, and staying out of trouble with the law. What I know does not matter in this economy (or did it ever for Blacks?). These white people will not give me the opportunity I deserve in the job market. Now I am left thinking, I wish I knew more people. Then, would the color of my skin be less of a hindrance, when looking for employment?.
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There was a time...
When I didn’t hate people so much. When the stupidity of my fellow beings didn’t irk me so much. When annoyance didn’t linger with me throughout the day. Some time, some where, some thing happened...
I think I can pinpoint the time to midnight, the where to my bed, and the thing that happened...I turned 30.
Since the thing that happened, I find myself more frequently ranting. The reason I think this is all related to me turning 30 is because most of my rants involve “these young kids”. I fear for 50 because at the rate I’m going, I’ll be chasing kids off the lawn by next year.
I’m not the type that likes to talk the ears off my friends and family. Occasionally, they catch some of my alcohol-induced ramblings. To keep from becoming the old nagging friend, cousin, sister, girlfriend, etc., I’ve decided to just blog it out. If you are still here, welcome!