Well, well, well…here we are Bitchfaces, we’ve concluded another week and I’ve accomplished nearly zero so if you’re keeping track, you haven’t missed anything. I’ve simply been twiddling my thumbs and absent-mindedly hair flipping.
*cue the sound of the record scratching*
Lies. All of it. We launched Ask A Bitchface on Medium. Get in on it. Today, Safety and the Single Lady 6 published on Hubpages. Get yourself a little of that as well. I’ve been shamelessly self promoting, although I do essentially everything in my life shamelessly, even when I should know a little shame.
So, the recurring theme this week is protect yourself. Protect your heart, your person, your home.
We all need people in our lives, for whatever reason. Company, work, love (lololol), whatever. That means, unfortunately, during the interview processes, we will run into some horrible people.
You have a gut feeling about people for a reason. It will tell you everything that you need to know. If they say all of the right things, but you still don’t feel well with it, just pump the brakes. Seriously. If the situation is for you, it will come back around your way. If they’re not good for your life, usually time has a way of sorting that out for us.
The worst thing that we can do is ignore that horrible feeling we get in certain situations or when dealing with particular people. I have ignored it myself and the outcome was awful. For those of you who know me well, that time I was running through the orange grove with no shoes as that piece of shit tried to get his car out of the sugar sand…don’t be that me.
Pay attention to the people around you. The good ones will be just that: good people. Look at myself and BMan for example. We essentially have a standing date every week or two. I know we’re going to chew the fat then, but I still make it a point to drop in on his world if he has work stuff happening, or like recently, because his well-being is important to me.
Please don’t think he doesn’t drop his ass right into my text messages to tell me that a road trip isn’t out of the question if I can’t stop acting like a fucking idiot. And thank God, though, because for all of the kind hearted Black Jesus that BMan is, he ain’t about the dumb shit. Walking softly, blah blah blah…
Those that aren’t good people are the quickest to reveal themselves. I say often and with vigor, tell his ass no. If you tell a man no when he wants your money, home, car, time, anything, and you don’t see that man again, you literally just saved yourself the bullshit later on down the line. Someone that only wants the things you have, they have a set agenda to keep, and the woman telling them no is keeping them from romancing the woman that will say yes.
Yes, it’s that simple.
I wish I could attach a pic of my living room right now, my sparkling white tile, dogs with their damned feet in the air in all of the chairs. However, every time I’ve tried in the last 20 minutes, it gets them moving. They’re apparently not giving images for the free these days, because they half believe they’re famous.
Prima Donnas.
This is peace. This is just a little tiny fraction of what I work my ass off to have, in one tiny slice. All I wanted was peace. The sound of my keyboard, and the snoring of dogs whose life I almost traded my own to save.
This is everything a Bitchface could ask for.
I’m envious of your tile but I finally got most of my rock and mineral collection cleaned and/or dusted this week. My purring kitties are probably quieter than your dogs but even a bubbling goldfish beats no animals at all ;) Keep up the good work, hoping to be in your neck of the woods soon.