You know, I was watching Bad Girl’s Club last night with my lady. As I was laying there a bit stoned, I started to realize something is weird about the fact that young people are eager to go onto a show in order to become potentially famous off of… Toxicity.
And that’s entertainment.
This particular season the chicks seem to find a reason to hate on another female for the most innocuous reasons.
“Oooo, her name ain’t even ‘Whateva’ this chick is fake as hell let’s gang up on her and bully her.”
5 minutes later.
“Whaaaat, she talks with no sense around the house but if you listen to this voicemail this chick has a proper ass voice, she fake as hell, let’s bully this chick.”
And I started to scratch my head because I realized that one, I don’t see the point of any of that or the entertainment value in that kind of show anymore. Two… What’s the fucking point??
Anyways, my point in this is as I was watching I zoned out and went back to early childhood in foster care. I was a violent sunnava gun. I stole a lot. I lied even more. But i changed by choice somewhere in my middling teens. And I realized. I don’t actually give myself any credit for where I am at 28, compared to where I was just over a decade ago.
When I first started driving, road rage was just a part of my commute. If you cut me off, I got pissed. If you stared at me too long passing by, I would think there were problems to be had here.
Nowadays, I can think of several occasions just in recent times driving the family car with my kid in the back that people have cut me off and I may get tight lipped, question their intelligence briefly and then immediately recover and go right back to whatever I was thinking about as if it didn’t happen. I’ve been cut off on my bike more times than I care to think of. Had people start floating into my lane as I’m passing them without a glance in their mirror, pull out onto the road to jump in front of me moving pretty quick towards them and so on and I barely feel a twinge of fear or anger anymore.
I’ve only given one person a middle finger since I’ve been riding and that was actually accidental. I meant to sarcastically princess wave at them after I overtook them, avoiding hitting their bumper and falling with style but I was as surprised as they probably were not when my hand pointed at the driver, passenger and back seat people respectively and flipped them all off. I really had no plan to do that
it was kind of awkward at the next stop light.
But yeah I don’t give myself enough credit. I don’t get jealous of my girl telling me without telling me a guy coworker seems to have a crush on her (even though I deduced that months previously and she denied it
) or that a guy hit on her at the supermarket or that a couple asked her to be their third. I just don’t. Huge change from just 6 years ago.
I don’t rise to bait from men, nonverbal or otherwise.
I managed to go the last 6 months or so in a school that I was attending more as a last ditch effort to get employment without obeying the vaccine mandate with Sunday being the only day I had off between work and school.
I don’t usually complain about things.
And I could go on and on and that’s the point. Until I acknowledge how far I’ve come, where I’ve been and what has gotten me to where I am now, I don’t think I’m actually appreciating my journey for what is truly is.
I might have another ramble coming on soon. This happens when I don’t journal I notice 