Hateration

Thought I'd kick off Tuesday with a little negativity. Because I mean,come on. Friday is so far away. And we all have our flaws. This is going to be hard though,because I'm watching Kata Rumba (S/O to my homeguuuurl @awuormamou who LOVES this stuff) and some of there outfits make it so hard to be negative while watching,LOL.

My mom says I have a lot of hatred in me. It's very true. If you know anything about me,you know I carry grudges for at least 10 years. I don't do mild,2 week resentment. I carry that ish like...right. Like baggage. Did you ever borrow money from me and not pay me back? I remember. Do you still have an article of my clothing that I gave you 5 years ago? Even after you give it back,I will still side-eye you for a decade. Yeah,petty,but I don't care,you disrespectful ingrate. I'm allowed to be petty. It's MY SHIT. Were you an idiot ex? Yup. You too. And because I'm passive aggressive,I never actually confront people. I just send them TSUNAMIS of bad karma. Believe me when I say,it catches up with them,sooner or later. Ask any conductor whose balls have suddenly shrunk.

Now,it's unhealthy to hold it in,right? Especially because a lot of the time I have to mask my hatred because oh,we're related or oh,you go to my church. And I really don't want to be fake,you know? Giving hugs to people I can't stand needs to end. Unless. You know. It's a necessary evil. I just really want to be honest with people I truly,deeply abhor. So this year,I'ma do that. Being real is actually harder than it looks,but I feel I owe it to myself. I'm an artist,for Pete's sake. (I really don't know what that has to do with anything,but it just felt so...right. Lol jk)

So I feel the first step is to let it out, so I can,kinda,like,script my confrontation,no? I'm going to do it anyway though,that's purely rhetorical,ha. So half of this week's bad karma goes to the chick who washes my hair at the salon I go to. It's bad enough that I CAN'T STAND salons,but to make the experience exponentially more emotionally draining,I get a chick who cannot seem to a,cut her nails,or b,desist from treating my scalp like a freaking archeologigcal find. Yo. I hereby refuse to have my hair washed by her again. I'll do it my damn self in the painless confines of my home.

The other goes to this ratchet who owes me money - not even a lot of money - and hasn't paid me back in like a year. Not only that,she didn't explain,or reply my texts,or...anything,yo. Short of suing her arse,I feel like my options are pretty limited. So she whines that she doesn't have money,and then I SEE HER AT JAVA. You know what's more annoying than seeing someone who owes you money eating at an expensive restaurant? NOTHING,YO. NOTHING. Lol. Waiting for this heifer to try and hug me. WAITING. I'ma pop a ratchet. LOL.

That felt good. :D
#hatetherapy

tSN