Black by popular demand its the incredible Big Black Buddha.
With what I got going on in my life right now I have a lot to write about and little time and energy to do it. I'm in grad school full-time, have a beautiful girlfriend that I love and who loves me, a beautiful baby girl on the way and a positive outlook on life overall. For someone who use to be a sex addicted, weed headed, pessimistic not give a fuck about anything or anyone but himself I have a come a long way. But as much as someone changes and grows as a person you are always reminded of the past. Your past. The person you are now tends to be confronted by the person you used to be.
The other day I was about to jump on my facebook account but my roomie's account was still logged on. He makes a habit of this and I always got logoff than log my ass on. That's my brother and I love him to death but would it kill the nigga to logoff once in a while. Shit I don't smoke no more but I'm still a lazy bastard and I hate doing extra steps. Anyways on his news shit it says he's now friends with someone I use to mess with. We weren't exactly in a relationship and I couldn't and wouldn't say she was my girl. Not going to put her out there but for the two of us it was a shaky friendship with some moments of sexual activity. We don't talk now and that's for the best. I mean the reason why we basically went our separate ways was because of who I said I was before I got my shit together. I'll be the first to admit I'm no saint and I can be a handful. To this day I'm surprised I don't have as many death threats and attempted jumpings. Anyways back to facebook putting too much info on their news shit. For me it doesn't take a PhD to figure that my boy is probably trying to holla at her. I've known him for years and he knows me well and I know him very well. When it comes to the girl he's a squirrel trying to get a nut. Once upon a time I said the same thing about myself. Seeing her cell phone number on the missed calls list basically confirmed this for me.
Anybody who knows me knows how vindictive I can be when I feel crossed in a certain way. I don't care if you are a friend or foe when I feel you crossed the line I could give a fuck who you are. There are a lot of relatives and former pals of mine who can tell you some fucked up shit I've said and done to them. For me its not about going tit for tat. No, if you throw a rock at me I'm dropping a mountain on your head. You piss me off I'm going to rip you until you are a shaking, crying mess. That's how I always been. I let shit build up and then I explode. I've struggled in the past with expressing my emotions. Over the years I've gotten better at it but every once in a while I fall off the wagon and say some shit that leaves me with burned bridges or putting a lot of time into mending fences with the people in my life.
In this case when I learned about my boy my mind was already going into overdrive plotting. Before I did something that I knew would have regretted I talked to my girl and one of my best friends. After I gave them the scoop both of them were quick to ask me "Sooooooo?" Shit I'm a man with pride I felt disrespected. In my crazy logic I had to mess with my boy's world a little bit. I got no beef with the girl. It wasn't about her. It was about him doing what I feel was going behind my back talking to somebody I messed with. The two ladies were quick to point out that she wasn't my boo and that he's just doing him trying to get a nut. If I did react like a maniac than it would look like I still had feelings for her. That could be far from the truth. At the end of day people will say "Hoke is Hoke." Oh shit I think that's the first time I dropped my name on this shit. Anyway what that means is people tend to look at me as weird or crazy. They're right. My friends and family will tell me the same thing. Once they got to know me they see I'm real chill and cool in my own way. But sometimes I'm just a nigga that will do and say some real shit from time to time they don't understand. This I've learned can be frustrating and can drive them crazy but hey its all love for me and mad love I got for them at the end of the day. After much discussion with the both of them they were able to calm me down and open my eyes. Bottom line I can't be mad at him.
About a year ago he was talking to my girl and as much as I can justify it I took her from him or she took my ass depending on which one of us is telling the story. I never really had a sit down conversation with him about it because heart to heart conversations with other men makes me feel real weird and once again I have a hard time getting shit out. But I knew he was probably pissed and definitely didn't see it coming. Any man with self-pride would feel that way even if they deny it. But I can say he handled it with dignity and class and I love him and thank him for that. I mean he would have been justified in being pissed and raising hell like I was tempted to do when I found out about him talking to my former whatever. I don't know what to call the girl. Jumpoff and fuck buddy would sound like I was trying to diss her but that's not what this post about.
At the end of the day whatever they're talking about or doing with each other now is none of my business. I've moved on. I'm going take the advice my girl and friend and just do what I should have done when I first spotted it. Let it go, just move on. I'm doing me, he's doing, she's doing her. For me letting go was something that was next to impossible in the past. Its easier to hold on to a grudge, to hate someone who you think wronged you, or let something build inside you until it boils over and you snap. I don't want to be that guy anymore. Even though for quite a while being that guy was addictive.
I loved fucking different other people and going raw and cumming all up in them. I loved smoking marijuana until I passed out and waking up and smoking some more all day everyday. I loved drinking my ass off and waking up in the morning to a beer. I even liked being mad and making other people feel worse than me. It took me a while but I know I had to leave that shit behind as much as I wanted them. In the short run they made me feel good but in the long run they were killing me. I loved them all but I needed to let them go.
To Be Continued...