I hate stop signs. They micromanage the way how I drive forcing me to comply with the law of that particular road on that particular street, as if I don’t have shyt to do. I’m working on my patience though so lately stop signs have been more therapeutic than annoying and pushy. Weird right? I know…but I’m pretty sure I’m not alone, and even if I were, it wouldn’t matter either way because it’s my honest feeling. Not only that, my therapist said I’m making hella progress, he’s the best in Chicago. Yesterday, I pulled up to the 4-way intersection on 4th and Caliby. I pulled up 1st, a beige Camry pulled up to the stop on my left facing West and then a black Infinity truck pulled up facing me to head South. Usually I’d roll my eyes at the stop sign, take a deep breath, and then hope that the whips that came to their complete stops at their perspective times have responsible drivers who are familiar with the road basics to steer clear of my shyt. Then, I’d release a series of mental obscenities yelling like a crazy person with fiery, flaming eyes for the retard who pulled up 1st to quit stalling & go, lol but as usual I’m a work in progress working on my patience, so instead, I grinned to myself at the thought of how I used to be. As I slowly pulled off to head North, I glanced over at the Infinity truck as it was passing by because it was loud and there was a lot of movement in the driver’s seat. So as I’m staring this truck down, I’m not realizing that I’m giving a major impression that I give a damn. I mean damn, can a sistah be curious? Anyway, my eyes locked with the driver who was belting out rap lyrics at the top of his lungs. I couldn’t make out the words, but the song was rather aggressive and he was living proof that evictions aren’t the only thing that moves people, music does too.
As I pull my glance away from him to keep going in my direction, he yells, “Beautiful!!” I smiled and kept driving. My gas tank was on E and the next gas station was a mile away. The whole way there I’m chanting, “Please don’t break down, I love you baby, I know this ain’t right not feeding you on time and I’m sorry, Please don’t break down, I’ll get you high grade this time..” Miraculously, I make it to the gas station. As I’m getting out of my vehicle I see the black Infinity pull in from the same direction that I just came from and I’m thinking to myself, “This man done turned around, I hope he ain’t checking for me, I’m not in the mood.” I wanted to pay with my card at the pump, but I didn’t want to give this man easy access to a conversation that would potentially piss him off and annoy me at the same time. So, I briskly walked into the gas station and as the door closed slowly behind me, the man caught it. My heart sank. It’s my turn in line, so I ask for $15 on pump 3 and I leave. He comes running out behind me and says, “Hey beautiful.” I smile and say, “Hey loud mouth,” and he thought that was hilarious. He went on to say that he saw me back at the 4-way stop and didn’t want to pass up the opportunity of possibly getting to know a cool person. I’m usually skeptical when a man’s intellectual span is vast and sharp and his physical get-up reeks ignorant and lawless. It gives the direct impression that he knows better but isn’t doing better, but what do I know he could be within the midst of his transition.
We talked for a little while, he inquired about my living situation, employment, if I had kids, a boyfriend and all of that. He then concludes our conversation with, “You wanna chill later?” I tell him that I’m not sure because I may have something else to do. He asks for my #, I instead take his # and told him that I’d call him if I free up. He was a decent dude.
My experiences with men wanting to chill has been so trivial that I turned it into a game. The game is to see how far off we are? In my mind, and deep down in my heart when a man asks me to chill with him, the 1st thought that I usually get is that we’re going to vibe n get something to eat or we’re going to studio vibe if he’s into music, or we’re going to go somewhere lowkey that is NOT my or his house. (At least not the 1st few times around). In the mind of a man, let’s chill could mean several things as well, depending on the approach and how long you’ve been talking before the 2 words are mentioned, and all kind of other shyt. When you look at how the media portrays love to be, placing it hand-in-hand with consensual sex, making it seem as though it’s required to have a good time and to solidify loyalty, and not to mention how key rappers impose ignorant innuendos on women implying that if you ain’t fukn don’t even bother type mentality. It causes a social rift in the opposing sexes, because now women are lowering their standards in hopes of finding love and men are jumping over that standard wall into the tight, wet, warm caress of delusional bliss all taking place while we’re just…chillin.
I’m guilty as hell for accepting mediocre company just to evade the very idea of being alone. So I know 1st hand from my own experience what it’s like to lower your standards to accommodate fickle situations. It’s a sign that self-love is absent. When you love yourself you put standards in place for people to abide by so they’d be aware of what it takes to secure a place in your life. They’re also in place to release people from your life in the name of your very own sanity. It’s not you being too strict or a prick or even my least favorite word these days…a bitch. Setting standards for yourself is a supplementary rib cage for your heart. I love chilling…most days I spend them alone, chilling on the beach, chilling with my journal..chilling with my thoughts…chilling with a drink…my music..and I even have my days when I chill with a close friend.
Everyone in life owns a heart…some people have been hurt and neglected so badly that the only time they feel their heart in their chest is when they’re hurting other people…because intoxicated love is all they know. Crazy ain’t it? That a person will deliberately hurt you to generate some kind of feeling of remorse within themself just to treat you better… but you wanna chill though? All I’m saying is, take the time to understand where you stand in your own life…know what you stand for. Make sure that your happiness has a home within the things that you love and cherish already before you take an innocent opportunity…to chill.
~The Lyricist
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