Archive for January, 2011

Secret Stuff. Ooooh Yeah.

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on January 27, 2011 by ichas8440

In the process of “out with the old” and upgrading with the new, we ran across some computer files; pictures from days past.  It was my Rasta friend who made the find and while doing so said he experienced some intense feelings during the viewing of these pics.  Spinning the screen around, he pointed to the particular pic and gave me one of those “Whoa” sorta’ looks.  “Hey, don’t act as if you have no clue as to the type of look he shot my way, you know you’ve don’t it time and time again yourself.”

As mentioned, all this took place during a systems upgrade, but…  Right, no matter how many times you upgrade, some things need to…  Well, let me put it this way, many things must remains in play for the relevance of one’s own sanity, ya know.

My guy, (no sexual overtones implied), besides, he nor I suffer from any type of identity confusion; but…  We each got a different vibe while looking at the pics.  As I reminisced words rushed outta his mouth; “why did I let her get away”.  Pleased with his recognition of what my capabilities were I responded with.  “Oh no Partna’, even if she’s not on deck, don’t read anything into her absence.  When it came to her, think low maintenance with intermittent complexities.” Based on his sudden attempt at “pumpin’ me up” (reads support my position at all cost) I knew he read me, as wrong as he read her.  And this meant it was time to…  Re-define something that exists between most Men&Women when it comes to “happiness even after”.

The pic depicted a woman who was kickin’ 10 all up in the ass.  That is, when you observed while using the typical formulas to understand and assign perceived degrees of physical beauty.  But wait, in this case, there were characteristics on display Rasta’ hadn’t even begun to fathom.

As I continued to “up-grade” and he kept goin’ through the entire file, he suggested that we take the pics viral.  That word “viral” and the total implications made me stop my roll completely.  Because of his idea I knew I’d have to “dial it thing down” immediately.  Hey, I could have let it go but.

Okay, some of you are saying, “where is he goin’ with this”, well like Rasta’, who needed to pump his brakes and roll with me for a moment, so should you.  You see, to arrive at any destination, especially when you are being driven, you’ve gotta let the Driver drive!  So in this case, relax, enjoy the journey while you cherish the comforts of unknown scenery provided by my navigation.  The revelations will definitely prove stimulating.

Now, back with Rasta’, it was obvious he was caught up in the physicality of my Ex., so to prove a point I split the screen on the monitor.  This allowed for the placing of two completely different pics, side by side.  Two pics, 2 jazzy women captured in the moment, staring right back at ‘cha.  This technique held his full attention.  Casually I began pointing out some similarities noticeable within their facial features.  Rasta’ being sharp with psychological insight, moved quickly, and realized something he’d never considered. The process of recognizing personality traits that lend to behaviors’ can all be gauged through facial expressions.  With this understanding he looked over to me, smiling while conveying to me he now knew I was beyond just being a smooth Word Warrior.

My Ex business partner was beyond sexy.  She was “exy”.  Loyalty was off the charts, attentiveness to me was without compare.  That is, as long as it was in her best interest, which I told Rasta’, I had no problem with.  What I did have a prob. with was blasting her pics all over the Net.  Men and Women resort to this activity without thought and my question is, why?  Revenge is usually the primary motivator.  Then there is the reason many use with pride; that is to avenge.  Get back for something assumed as being so costly you’ve just gotta strike back.  Still, I say what for?

The pics on my screen returned my mind to those happier times, but…  In light of her self-imposed banishment and me hatin’ her choice, one thing was a plus.  My mind was back to being mine, and…  I could see clearly again.  These pics which during the time of taking, were said to her as being for “prosperity”, now…  Really did represent prosperity.  With her away, and me unlike others, there was no gain in venturing into some stupid shit like viral publication of what was.  Rasta’ picked up on the sparkle within my eyes and accepted the mental revelation I shared with him.  With it he also knew he found the key to unlock some of those doors that accessibility was denied to him before.  Gaining entry to greater success when engaging, the opposite sex.

Today, everyone wants to go viral and usually with pics excluding them, yet featuring someone from their past.  Reasoning behind all this, it’s all in an attempt towards securing their place in the “Fame Game”.  Fame if anything is elusive.  Celebrityism comes with an international revelation that actually confirms this.  They, like everybody else, got issues.  Regardless of the degree of their universal appeal or exposure, they trip as hard as the next person.

Recently an Entertainer while seeking his second phase in life was put on blast by the Ex..  A reality anticipated but one I had no reason to voice a word on prior to this revealing piece of Intel.  The Entertainer “Steve Harvey” stepped into my realm while taking off like a Space Shuttle with national proclaim.  Steve caught a wave and rode it but that was, again…  A dynamic reserved, always in waiting where celebrities are concerned.  It’s not so much the celeb has something credible to say, it’s that people with their imaginations provide celebs every conceivable avenue from which to…  Perform.  Steve spoke but…  Forgot he was in a glass house.

Steve isn’t alone in his quest for fame, much like another entertainer “Dr. Phil”.  When one knows about life coming from two independent sides which perceived reality will be forged, then…  Knowing life also has a third area completely off limits to those on the outside who just wanna get in somebody’s business.  Invading where they can when they can, but…  Invaders waiting while having no idea of this 3rd zone as being the dimension where the truth actually resides, well…  One who knows about all three levels of reality is aware enough not to seek vengeances as much as thinking their pass is safely in the past!

Since I’m putting Entertainers on Blast, allow me to give balance to their position.  Entertainers even with credentials, supporting their academic soundness, qualifying them to speak on what they profess to know will always receive that much sought after pass!  Right, in the world of entertainment it is expected of one to…  “Re-create” them-selves with no responsibility connecting them to the evidence or lack of, to what they’ve morphed from or into.

Steve, Dr. Phil and almost everyone who’s in this relationship communications thing have no reason to trip if and when they post a pic from their past.  Celebs put the Ex. professional Ex. or otherwise on blast while standing “pat” with their version.  Swearing the other side comes from an angry place complete with a delusional mind.  Can’t say I blame ‘em cause as life is today, it is accepted that who gets down first, gets down First!  Me, “Real FOLK” (reads conscious beings) should trip, and it’s called; Respect.  One constant in The Game of life when you move from one primary other to another is…  To attain any degree of success someone must be stepped on and walked over.  But even so, with this being the case, you don’t step down with the same force on those who stood along side of you, pledging their love.

Those pics, my private files won’t seek a place on YouTube or book space on FaceBook in search of any social relevance… “He’s being personal, an emotion was probably touched when Rasta ran across those pic file.” Not at all, just thing about what I said; “R.E.S.P.E.C.T.”.  (See Aretha Franklin’s or Pops Staples song’s of same name for full clarification).  Now back to those who question my position, you got me.  But…  I ain’t like the one who you left while doin’ something that you shouldn’t have been doing and when they got caught gave everybody else up.  Even if you think you’ve got me, I will stand alone, despite the thunder of the storm!  She was definitely more than a business partner, but…  Again that is my business and I don’t need everybody in my personal business which is the point of this piece.  Pics from the past have no place when putting another on blast.  Sharing them with those in your crew…  Well, Snoop once said, “It ain’t fun if the Homie can’t have none”, but that only applies while goin’ to the pit in a game of dominos!

Psssss; Did you think that I wasn’t gonna post her pic?  The pic, the graphic beginning this piece; that’s her!  No facial, back-side is all ‘ya get.  I do believe in giving something to the imaginative voyeurs of the world.  Besides, pictures say more than a thousand words.  Still, there is a huge difference between secret stuff and public display.  That pic is one of many.  The number is so vast it’d take a T-bite to capture it all.  Rasta’ saw plenty ya know.  And I still say, damn, she would have lasted if only…  Well that’s secret stuff.


“Wolf or Hound… Your choice”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , on January 13, 2011 by ichas8440

Women run their mouths 24/seven about the characteristic/attitudes of the man in their lives.  Truth be Told; Choice was yours all along!

I’ve said it many time before and I’m gonna keep sayin’ it, mainly because this is what I believe.  This is what I’ve discovered to be true.

Women have more than an influence over their man; hell.  They have an influence over most males who cross their paths.  The problem; Females when young, playing in the play-ground, quickly discovering the world around ‘em, develop into the girl their Moms envisioned them to be!  This growth leads to those teenage years where livin’ an imaginary dream life created by a combination of Moms &…  Maybe Pops, if he’s around and gives a damn.  Well that dream promotes the girl into the ranks of womanhood but…  This is where the complications really become complex.

Nobody every told the girl who became a woman, that just like the man, she can grow into what is known as “janky”.  Not only in attitude but in every other way imaginable!  No one ever stepped up and said, especially back in the day when she had it her way that.  If she didn’t slow her roll, pay attention while realizing that she is “Boss Lady”, not “Boss”, she may go the way of most Bosses’ finding herself lost.  Turn-out, confused and hatin’ anything that resembled the opposite sex.  Oh yes, for those of you searching for the definition of janky don’t waste your energy.  Janky means a major problem for yourself because you think you are better than everybody else.

In the conclusion of two-thousand ten I didn’t get into what I was gonna do for the up-comin’ year.  In fact I recall saying that resolution were a waste of time because they ain’t ever kept.  I did however break down some startling percentage relating to Western Society’s women and “them” finding “their-selves” by “themselves”.  I did that purposely as I like teasers.  Teasers lead to Pleasers if you know how to allow the teaser to stimulate thought.  Mental considerations so we…  Maybe together, once you wake up can step into tomorrow with a joint focus on making it better for all concerned.  Not later but right now

Okay, I admit it, I fed you an intoxicating meal, but.  It wasn’t to get ‘cha drunk.  If anything what I served you was merely a smooth stimuli.  One meant to assist you in releasing those inhibitions which have caused many of you those yearly melancholy walks.  But hey, unlike you all I have evolved.  I don’t intend to let sadness be my friend.  I don’t need loneliness to slide up on me with that confirmation that I’m alone!  Nor do you, so pay attention and you just might notice the way to attract attention.

First and foremost accept the fact that there are distinct differences between He&She.  That’s right, you may be of the same species, but…  Neither of you see a bright lite day as a lovely day.  And no, he’s not always lookin’ at ‘cha as this sex Goddess.  Sometimes his mind is so cluttered that you ain’t even a blimp on his radar.  Oh, you can forget about secreting the chemicals that if the moment is right, will cause a bubblin’ of his testosterones, because the males of today who are real men have…  Shall I say, evolved.

Back in the day I was a Wolf.  For me, women were like those ‘lil lambs that Mary kept.  Well guess what.  I’m still a wolf and women still give me those eyes that you all know how to shot at a guy optically express your unseen agenda.  But, even though Moms didn’t fully explain to you how to tell the difference between a Wolf and a Hound, way too many of you’ve had encounters with prototypes representative of each group.  Which is to say you know your flava’ and what attracts.  You also know that get crazy with the wrong one and it’s usually you who’ll suffer the full effects of the emotional rollercoaster.

Hey, I said there are distinct differences but I didn’t say there weren’t similarities in how the two sexes process info

Now, knowing the differences between a Wolf and Hounds isn’t to say one is better than the other.  The superiority comes in the arena in which they play.  Just like you, yes women.  Some of you have engaged, dated, married and now reside within the ranks of Cougars.  Others wanna be this Momma Grizzly while playing on the consciousness of those less aware, knowing you are just out to come up financially while increasing your social position.  Then there are still others assume the position of friend, lover with the eventual hopes of becoming more than that.  But, you still know what ‘cha know about men.  The obstacle that you keep encountering is nothing new.  This obstacle known as “Fall Apart Canyon” is there because you have never vanquished it in the first place.

Obstacles keep reappearing in your life because of this one fact.  You won’t deal from a perspective of what is!  You seem to be stuck on what you though it was!  Which…  Wasn’t every there from the get-go.

Perception is a monster.  Reality is what is, simple as that.  Wolves howl, Hounds bay.  Just like man, these are ways of communicating within their ranks.  You being the woman are no different than any other female given the prescribed species.  Oh, I retract.  Being of the human species you have been blindfolded while accepting the lead in a production that has been produced many times before.  Sometimes you are the understudy of a star who played a stupid-ass role.  Now taking this into account you understand why it is you keep getting the same results.

Today every other woman is chasing the “bling”.  Oh, many say it isn’t so, but…  Stop the Drama.  Whatever it is admit it.  To qualify what I’ve said, vibe of this.  Who is your Momma?  What about your friends?  Recognize the similarities and don’t dismiss ‘em.  That’s where your understudy began.  Those are the sources of you!

This is not to say any of these role defining instructors are damned.  The role was the culprit.  The producer of the production is also at fault.  You see, in order to keep the masses confused while building your world of monuments to “yourself” one ingredient is a must.  That ingred. is confusion between the sexes.

Psssss;  Hey, I’m not the hater in all of this.  I came from woman.  Every woman who’s aligned herself with me has come with the 3 B’s.  They’ve all had beauty, booty and brains.  Because of the Wolfiness in me I couldn’t keep the Hound dog outta me.  But…  First and foremost I am Wolf.  I had no difficulty in returning to the essences of me.  In the process while strolling in the forest alone, wondering where my Lady Wolf had vanished to, I recognize one fact.  The Lady Wolf who knew she was a Wolf wasn’t Houndin’ around.  She wasn’t running with a Lady Wolf Pack howling at the moon in hopes of being discovered by a Pack of Nomadic Wolves.  Naw, the Lady Wolf was up-stream enjoying a freshly caught salmon dinner waiting on a real Wolf to discover the realities of his true environment.  “Holla’ back!”