Kitchen Chat: Bitches Ain't Shit

Usually I'm very, VERY calm when its raining. Chill, laid back current West Coast beats play in my head and I reminisce. Sometimes I lie on a patch of grass and let raindrops hit my head. It's therapeutic. Then again, I have other ways of relaxing myself. Usually I listen to music or play a video game (Dead or Alive 4's Survival Mode is pretty great) when I'm stressed and the rain isn't pouring. I usually get stressed when I either a)deal with people I don't feel like dealing with, b)have a bad day that good music won't solve, or c)drift too deeply into my world of false reality when previous in a less than fair mood. Suffice to say that few if any of my stressful moods reach pleasant outcomes before going to bed. On the rare occasions that they do its because I had something surprisingly pleasant happen to me between the bad event and the resting period. Again, its rare.

Here's something I find interesting. My most stressful moments come from bitches. I'm not using bitches as a disrespectful term for females but rather a disrespectful term for anybody that deserves the title, male or female. Quoting a friend of mine, "Nobody likes a bitch." I couldn't agree more, but that's the unfortunate circumstance of knowing a multitude of bitches.

Let me ease up. I don't want to get too out of line. I stand by what I've said though. The reasoning behind this note is to elaborate on my problems. I'm partly asking for advice, and the other part of me is venting. A third part is considering calling people out by their names, but that's completely unnecessary. In any case, check this out:

I constantly go to this place, and several others do too. This people are cool, I consider them family. There's one (actually there are a number, but one I know more than others) that constantly pisses me off. I'd call it an superiority complex, but I won't because I don't know all the specifics of that sort of thing. This person has a high and mighty air about them and it affects the people around them, often to the point where they don't act the same.

BUT!

Yes, but... that's not the big problem. That could just be an intimidating presence or a natural personality, I can't knock that because I'm an asshole by nature and some people are just like that. The way I see it sometimes you just have to grin and bear some things.

HOWEVER!

Yep, however... there's naturally being an asshole and there's KNOWING that you're an asshole and not noticing how much of a bitch you're being. Not just that, but then there's having the nerve to ask for a favor when such an attitude exists. My response to that: "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck YOU!"

I don't harbor any kind of ill will towards anyone, especially not at first glance or meeting, but sometimes you can't help but want to strike some things. Like, the image I constantly get is that person saying something that finally pisses me off more than I can process at once. I leave the room, get a drink, and take a walk. Don't think for a second that Christopher Lamb isn't argumentative but I'm not the kind of person to actually start an argument, just end it. My fear is that an argument between the two of us will drift. By drift I mean it'll go from this:

Me: You keep acting like a mooching bitch then I'll start treating you like a mooching bitch!

Them: You don't know what the hell you're talking about, get the hell out of my face with that!

And turn into this:

Me: This is stupid. It's not even about anything anymore; you just wanna win a fight!

Them: Just shut up and admit I'm right!

And because I see so much of myself in them I have a bad, BAD feeling that that's exactly how it'll play out. Believe me, it's scary. But hey, whatever happens happens; that doesn't excuse acting like a bitch though. I don't want to come across as too cruel because I might just be attracted or more friendly to people like this, something I admit is... odd, but true.

Then again, I need to bring up something else, something a friend of mine brought up. I'm going to just straight target a select group of people for this one because I'm REALLY narrowing this one (I apologize to those I tag that fall into the category but really don't... you know what I mean!): Spelman women!

Yes, I already hate the AUC and the schools thereof, but if I have a problem with any mass of people it's the archetype Spelman woman, no, the STEREOTYPE Spelman woman. You know what I fear? I fear that perhaps Keshia Knight Pulliam or Alice Walker is such a bitch in person. I don't think Esther Rolle was a peach either, I think she was a cool asshole, like the one you know to be sarcastic and witty but still cool in the process.

My beef with Spelman women could be another blog entirely, but forget that. I try to hold the door for some Spelman girls and I get a disapproving look and some backtalk, I DON'T NEED THAT SHIT! I'm just trying to be nice but if another girl gets in my face on that shit I swear I'm letting the door hit them in the face and I'll LAUGH ABOUT IT!

Moving to the other side of the gender spectrum, male assholes are an interesting concept. One: there's more of a less defined line between being an asshole and being a dick (the former isn't necessarily a bad thing and the latter always is). Two: these extremes are always displayed as if there's only one extreme. By that I mean he's either the asshole or he's the dick, and there's never an in between. Oh, you can find middle ground for a moment or two, but for good, nope. For example: George Bush is an asshole; his son is a dick. Clinton is an asshole. I'm just waiting to see what extreme Obama ends up on.

To lose this rambling streak I'm against I need to make the point that part of my hatred for Morehouse is the bitches there, and by bitches I'm referring to those that contribute to 90 percent of the college's population. These are the bitches, those that just bend over as Morehouse takes a paddle and goes Beerfest on their ass on a nightly basis. That's annoying because these aren't the kind of people Morehouse is trying to produce; and yet these are 90 percent of the people Morehouse graduates! What the hell is that about?

No, I'm done, I'm tired of ranting and rambling. I can finish this later and continue with it on a later date when I get my composure back, fuck it. Peace...