This Parent Just Don't Understand
I just dont understand. I've written about this before, yet I still don't get it. Mofo's inviting themselves to my space. Before, it was the random folk just "popping" by my crib. No call, just swinging through. I hate that shit and have always been real enough to tell heads that if I don't know your coming, you WILL be at my door, listening to the music inside while I ignore you knockin and blowing up my phone at that spur of the moment. Gawd. Spontinaety my @$$. Now, it's on some new improved *ish. It's that imported-over-states self-infliction of vibe I'm not fishin' nor askin' for. How interesting it is that this primarily comes from bruhs that at one point or another I had been dating or whatever. The same ones that wasn't that interested then when I offered and was willing to share my time and personal space, that I have managed to stay cool with in the interum. Like they're suck in some 5,6,7 year time warp and we just went on a date 3 days ago. Are you fuckin serious? See, when I moved back in with my parents that killed all the uninvited guess *ish. When I had a roomate we made rules as far as guest were concerned so that aided my spacial preferences. But grown ass men that live with their mommas inviting themselves to my neck of the woods is SO unattractive and type aggitating I can't even emphasise enough. FOR THE RECORD...IZA DONT GET DOWN LIKE THAT. The fuk I look like some desparate single momma who's hot in the pants just a waiting for some infantile ego maniac. I ain't lonely like that Dunn. I'm alone (somewhat wether self inflicted or karmically imposed), but not lonely. Please, someone tell me, wtf is that. Ever since I declared myself grown with my own household, people have captivated me with their effortless ability to try to roll up in my *ish and make
themselves comfortable. How did Tracey Ullman say at the end of her show "go, home, go home!" I gots a kid yo and my parenting experience is important to me. Which the translation means I am severly protective of our enviornment. People just don't seem to understand that *ish. Damn, send a sista a ticket if it's that hectic. I can always use a vacation rather than playing hostess to people that have their own timing. And what is it with bruhs that wanna ease on out of a movement or decided that what was going on betwix ain't it then, rolling back up trying to stir some mix that AINT THERE. GTF OUTTA HERE MAYNE! This ain't no remix. Hommie dont play that. What Mike Jones said "Bad den they didn' want me, nowahmhot they all on me." And to think I wasn't feelin that nuka. What's got me even more puzzled is where on earth have I implied that there has/is/was the space to come at me like that. *ugh*, she grunts.
I've been in Savannah for 5 years now. I've had about 6 visitors from back home and Miami (3 of them at once as they drove thru from ATL onto MIA, 2 of them fleeing janky yankee aggitation, needing some downtime and (((ONE))) that specifically came just cause they wanted to come and kick it with moi having driven 900 miles to do so 'lub u ~C'). I've had folks tell me they were driving to Miami and call me like in the middle of the day (NO NOTICE) talking bout Savannah is the next stop on I-95. And so on and so forth. The lack there of the visitation of folks I HAVE INVITED or whom have always had a permanent invite to my space, has aided to my total comfort at NOT having visitors. I am sooooo cool with it. My daughter and I have our daily ritual of maintaing. It is a sacred and a solo team challenge we winning erre day. NO, I CANT GET NO BABYSITTER. NO, YOU CANT SLEEP IN MA HOUSE. NO, I ANT INTERESTED IN OUR FLOW BEING DISRUPTED. NO I DONT WANT NO COMPANY RIGHT NOW, ILL HOLLA. Gatdamnit, it's called obligation and responsibility. Ma *ish aint no rollerskating, it's a job that under the structure that I give it, is a blessed , rewarding and wanted experience that I am not interested in sharing with shifty folks. Priority is number one. Entertaining (for the most part) is a scheduled and no pressure event. So know how I everwish folks would cut the noizzzzzzzzzze.
So know, if another muthafuka invites themselves to me casa or invites themselve on a trip to ma swamp, I'm gonna spaz so hard I might risk giving myself an anurism.
No soliciting!
staydafukwhereuat.
