It’s someone who I was once friends with, in the past. He was the type of dude that if you’re friends with, you find yourself letting massive amounts of annoyances go. But I lost all respect for him and decided fucking with him was pure lamery. I told him back when we last spoke that I didn’t think he was worth the effort of being friends with anymore and stopped chilling with him. I made myself crystal clear with my words and actions that I no longer considered him a friend. I saved his number in my phone in order to know not to pick up if called and then put my phone away. No more than five minutes later, I receive another 3 message long mass text from this person (different message this time though but about the same barbeque). I respond to the text saying “Please don’t text me anymore.” Within that minute, I receive a text in response from the person saying “eat a fat dick.”
I was obviously livid. Like most people, I don’t like dealing with “bitch-ass-ery” or doing “bitch-ass-erous” things. But because I was already in the extra innings of an already legendary weekend, I made no attempt to contact the bitch right then and there. I had barbeque to eat and actual friends to hang with. The day went on normally and life was lived as if all was pretty much standard.
This bitch, however, is friends with a group of people who I’m friends with. I did not ask anyone to take sides but in the spirit of full disclosure, I told them of the exchange. When speaking to these people 1 on 1, I was told I was in the right and that the message I was sent was not justified. I don’t chill where he does nor did I plan to seek him out, but when I saw him, I would handle the situation accordingly.
Well maybe a week or 2 passes and for some reason I’m in the Heights and the group’s all together and he shows up. Immediately, I wanna confront the bitch about his text but out of respect for everyone I hold off on doing so. We go to the bar which is immediately behind the bus stop where I got the text and I feel horrible. It’s my nature to deal with every situation as soon as possible. I was uncomfortable for the sake of others who should have had my back in regards to the situation. I spent literally 15 minutes smoking cigarettes and having my best friend plead with me not to confront him at this time. His reasons were different but I still was not comfortable with saying nothing, doing nothing.
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I confronted the bitch about his statements and he was practically mum. I’ve never personally witnessed someone who was so fat act like such a bitch in my entire life. I shattered his argument verbally while calling him on all his bitch-ass tendencies with complete disregard for human life. All the text message thuggery amounted to nothing more than a pussy fat boy not being able to put two coherent sentences together. I was disappointed but I should have known better than expect anything different. Pussies will always be pussies.
Seriously... Seriously?
But is that a problem? No. I have several friends whom I consider very dear to my heart whom I wouldn’t call in a bind that required action because I know that’s not there forte. I’m not saying they’re bitches but it’s not what they do. I’m not the person you call when you want help baking a cake or translating ancient Aramaic or when trying to solve a nuclear crisis. I also don’t volunteer to fly space missions, crack the Da Vinci code or to moonlight as an opera singer. That’s not me. Being a bitch isn’t the problem…well it is, but the bigger issue is moonlighting as something you are not is.
History is littered with moonlighters. Ray Allen’s acting career is a testament to how great a director Spike Lee is because he is probably the worst basketball player actor of all time. Yes, I have seen Kazaam. Michael Jackson wanted to be a white person all his life, didn’t work out too well. When Mickey Rourke first hit the screen, he was a slated to be the next big heartthrob of Hollywood but turned to boxing (as well as a shit load drugs) and fucked up his face irreparably. Michael Jordan failed at baseball, ended up wasting a good 2 years of his prime. The only good thing to come of his baseball career was SPACE JAM. Classic. Jennifer Love Hewitt’s music career was as successful as the career of your average VH1 slut after “Flavor of Love.” But at the very least these people had a place in the world. As bad as Ron Artest, Shaqs and Allen Iverson’s rap careers were, does anyone but me remember Kobe’s career? You probably blocked it out.
What position should a bitch like the one described earlier hold? Answer, no one cares because you’re a bitch. But at the very least you can be yourself. More people would take you seriously.
Also, the internet is not a real place, so keeping it real via text message, facebook, myspace, twitter, MiGente, Blackplanet, AIM, ICQ, BBM, Smoke Signals or Morse Code is not the equivalent of being a man/woman and saying what you feel about someone to their face. This is America, land of the Free and home of the brave. Cursing someone out from the comfort of an electronic device at a safe distance is as brave as punching an infant. Grow a pair.
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