Bitches Be Cray

First and foremost, before going into another one of my rants, I want to apologise once again for the delay in my updates. I have no excuse. I wanted to be a socialite for the past two months or so and have neglected too many things and people including you all. No need for a punishment, I have already been punished according to the lack of funds which are now sitting in my account in anticipation of a holiday which is fast approaching in only three weeks’ time. Great.

Any who, back to the topic at hand, bitches be cray. I’m the first to admit that I’m not the average and that’s not an egotistic statement, I’m making a reference to my slight insanity. I’ll be honest though, I like to relate this to my bordering on the line of insanity and genius *pats self on back*. I don’t meant to write about love and sex so regularly but for some reason I see an emphasis placed on it, especially for those in their 20’s and early 30’s, so yes you guessed it we’re back to talking about love and sex. Also the fact that I’m out of the game at the moment means I’m more weary and observant of what’s going on around me. Here I go again, soaring away from the topic.

My inspiration for this post most recently is from a picture I have literally just seen, on the social networking site, instagram. I will grace you all with the picture down below. The picture consist of a text message conversation thread showing a females passionate messages about having to climb into a guy’s window who has been ignoring her calls, she then takes a photo of herself very comfortable on his bed with her shoes off. She also finds his watches, takes a picture and writes that she is going to take them to cash converters. On first seeing this screen shot I was unsure if it was real or not, only because I was in shock at the length that some girls are willing to go to. Psycho was the first thought that came to my head. Now some females may disagree with me and want to bring up the fact that I am unaware of what drove her to behave in such a manner. I would reply with “who cares” no question mark because it is not even a rhetorical question. When does it become ok to break and enter into another person’s house, kick off your shoes, get comfortable on their bed and also take a picture or two? If you came home and found a guy, I don’t care who he is to you, in your empty house, bearing in mind he has no key, just chilling and waiting for you in your room, with your jewels laid out in front of him, would you not be mortified. I think I would ring the police, its stalker behaviour. You can’t justify, go smash his car windows or something. I am not condoning that behaviour but it is understandable to an extent, smashing or breaking things is commonly known to release stress or allow you to express anger, what does breaking and entering do? Sorry the passion is real but this is not the only situation I have seen or heard recently in which I am seeing females willing to become psychopaths for the opposite sex.

They say love drives people crazy but there must be a line or boundary which has to be made clear. There are so many other examples I could use but when told something in confidence you must respect people’s trust. As females we host the world of hormones and mood swings, according to science we are allowed to get a little crazy, a little, it’s inexcusable to act the fool. I am not saying I don’t have it in me but my pride would bite me hard before I even lifted my foot to climb in that window. I’ll sit outside and wait and if I’m not willing to wait, which she obviously was, then I’m going home and dealing with the situation later.
Am I harsh? Do I lack understanding? Nahhhhh, bitches be cray!

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