#outthem

So.. I posted a photo on Facebook sometime ago with me and my baby. Nothing special about it. All good till one dude decides it’s ok to post a comment that sounded something like this and I will not censor it – “I would fuck you so hard it’s not even funny. Is your pussy ready for me?”. Yeah…yes I know this dude. We actually went to college together and he never seemed to be THAT guy.

I immediately took a screenshot of that and posted it with the hashtag in the title. Not long after I get a message from him in which he called me out. We dude – you’re calling me out – I’m here to meet you! He said that he thought the comment wasn’t inappropriate in any way and that there is nothing wrong with him expressing his sexual attraction towards me. I told him that having a filter goes a long way and that I will not take own the screenshot. I don’t think I need to say what happened after I posted that. A lot of women posted screenshots of their experiences.

Ladies – this is not ok. If there is something I’ve learned in this life is to take no shit from anyone. I don’t care who it is. If you decide to be a shithead – be ready to take the consequences. Don’t expect to put your hand on the stove and not get burned amigo. If your mommy didn’t teach you how to behave, then I will and it will be a lesson you’ll never forget.

I got a little carried away and I sent that screenshot to his mother, sister, girlfriend, best friend, brother, grandmother…pretty much everyone that mattered in his list. What makes me damn proud of my girls is that they finally had the courage to not stay silent. Keeping quiet about this shit is pretty much saying that it’s ok when it’s not. Put it out there for everyone to see. Expose them and maybe, just maybe, one or two of these humanoids can be salvaged. Maybe one or two will learn something.

As a man – you should treat a woman the same way you would like your mother or daughter to be treated. Nothing less than that. We are not objects and we don’t have to put up with your crap in any way shape or form. So lose the entitlement and grow a pair of balls and act like a damn man. Nice guys don’t finish last!

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Sometimes It Doesn’t Hurt…

…to be a little narcissistic.

Let’s face it! We have a pretty decent dose in us and there is nothing wrong with that. We all like to know we are loved. We all smile between our tears when someone has lost us and we all have people in our lives who are damn lucky to have met us.

It doesn’t hurt to remind ourselves, once in a while, of our worth. We live in a society filled with people ready to crush us every day – be it on a personal level or a professional level. I lost count how many times I’ve had doors slammed in my face or have been told “it’s impossible!”. I’ve lost count of how many people walked out of my life only to return at one point or another regretting the decision. The last one has happened every single time without exception. I’m not the greatest person in the world, but I do add value to a person’s life. I’m not perfect and God knows I’ve hurt people unintentionally, but when the line is drawn there was always more good than bad because I strive to make it that way. Guessing all of us do that.

So yes, as arrogant and narcissistic as it sounds, people who have met me and took the time to get to know me are lucky bastards. People who have walked away firstly thinking – “good riddance” – ended up returning to my life wanting back. How’s that for an ego boost?

So yes, looking at things from this perspective, helps me validate myself and there is nothing wrong with that. Society today has implemented in our minds that truly valuing ourselves is wrong. Now that’s a fucking lie!!!! I’ve wasted years of my life downgrading myself just to be socially accepted. Fuck that shit! Bitch, I’m fabulous! :))))

So, to conclude this, Here’s to he lucky bastards who’ve met me, spent time with me, lost me! Here’s to the ones who will eventually come back! I’m not holding my breath waiting – never have and never will! Cheers!

Warm And Fuzy

Ok so I skipped a day because I woke up dying of stomach cramps. By noon yesterday, I managed to straighten myself to a standing position and get my kid and myself dressed and I went to visit her Godparents.

Maria, the Godmother, wanted to host a lunch at her place with her family and she pretty much emotionally blackmailed me into coming. She did the right thing!!! Waking up feeling like shit didn’t have to dictate the rest of my day.

I must say it was a very enjoyable afternoon. They are a simple family, with simple people. What I love about them is their capability to make anyone feel extremely welcome and like your presence matters with them. They have such a warmth about them it’s unreal. Me and Maria have been friends for about 8 years. We met in college and became friends from day 1. Our dream was for us to officially become family and 2018 was the year when that was possible. She did me the extraordinary honor of baptizing my child and, for that, I’ll be eternally grateful.

She is the only person who can restore my faith in humanity by just breathing. There are very few genuinely good people I’ve had the chance to meet in this lifetime and, thank God, I managed to make them my friends. She accepted me in a way only my parents did. I should introduce her to everyone. She can finds the best in everything, focuses on that and brings it out. She’s been there for me in many rock-bottom moments in my life and knew exactly what to tell me to pick myself up and keep pushing forward. I’ve learned a lot from her throughout the years and I truly look up to her.

So my afternoon was filled with food (thank God lol), laughter, watching the kids play and genuine quality time. Everyone needs a Maria in their lives.

 

 

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