I hate mean People

By “mean” I mean people who intentionally set out to embarrass, ridicule or harm someone physically or emotionally.

I don’t like sarcastic people either. Sarcasm is meant to seem funny, but it’s actually a disguise for being mean without actually saying how you really feel. Sarcasm is for cowards. Or highschool vixens from those teen movies.

And while I’m on the subject of traits that people have that annoy me, I can’t forget the debaters. Whoo! I mean, you’re sitting there having a nice conversation and a difference of opinion over something like fast food preferences comes up. The DEBATER will sit there with mental charts and graphs trying to convince you that their opinion is the right one. It could lead to a full scale argument if you feed into it and that is what the debater wants. He wants emotion and drama and in then end, if you relent, he can claim VICTORY because all he wants is to feel superior. Kinda Diva-ish don’t you think? LMAO! They really make me laugh.

Seriously, I just laugh at them. I mean, everyone has their opinion. You sharing your opinion with me or heatedly forcing it down my throat, is not going to change my world. Geesh! (You know who you are. Stop callin me with that crap!)

So now that I have outlined a few traits that annoy the heck out of me, I can’t help but add my own personal annoying trait to the list.

I think I was being mean last night.

I wasn’t trying to. I really wasn’t. But a guy friend came over and we were having drinks and he loves to talk about dealing with women, but it’s crazy because he doesn’t have a girl right now. And once he was dealing with this chick who had three kids and when he first told me about her all he had to say was, “Man, I love going over there, she always cooks and fixes me a plate. And she has a fat ass.”

I was like, “Ughhh.”

And when he mentioned that she quit her job after her boss cursed her out ~sound familiar~ I told him, “Well, I guess the money you were saving is gonna be gone now.” Referring to the bills that he should now be helping ol girl pay since he was gettin booty and eatin lovely.

To which he responded, “Hold up. That’s not my house. Those not my kids.”

“But you eating up all of HER KIDS FOOD on a regular basis and gettin ass, how are you NOT gonna help her out?”

“Those not my kids. That’s not my house.”

I fumed.

So last night, he was over and we were chillin and I told him about a couple of men that I had been out with recently and he was just talking about something and I don’t know why, but something angry in me just clicked.

He’s all smiling and happy and laughing and talking about some girl that he wants to date but she has stood him up twice already.

“Look, don’t call her again. She has no respect for you.” I tell him.

“She doesn’t?” he asks.

“Hell no. And when or IF she calls you again, don’t do whatever she asks you to do. She’s only gonna call you if you have something that she wants.”

“But I have nothing to give her.”

“Well then she’s definately never calling you again.”

“Why not?”

“Dude, I’m not gonna speak for the entire womankind but, uh, women need a man who can bring something to the table. If not financially, then damn, please be sweet and considerate and give good head. I can not imagine dealing with a man with no job who makes no effort to satisfy some of my wants. I’d rather masterbate every night instead. I’d feel like I was settling.”

“See, that’s where you may be messing up. The man with no job could be the one to adore you and treat you the way you have always wanted to be treated. And you’re judging him because he has no job.”

“I hear you but understand that even IF a man with no job could EVER fulfill all of my emotional needs, I would never find out, cuz he could never get the number. In fact, I don’t even know where I would meet a grown man who doesn’t have a job. Where do they hang out? The ONLY way a man could holla at me with no job is if he’s between degrees.”

“Look, I keep a job so don’t be going off on me. Look at you all huffing and puffing. What kind of man are you really looking for? What do you want him to bring to the table?”

“I really want a professional man. A couple of degrees would be nice. But it seems like everytime I meet one of them they turn out to be assholes. Inconsiderate assholes who think they rule the world. But you know what? He doesn’t even have to have multiple degrees as long as he’s successful. While tight resumes get me extremely excited, ambition is what seals the deal. He could be a successful barber running his own shop, that would be just fine. As long as he set a goal and accomplished it. That’s why I put so much emphasis on a college education. Most of that junk we learned we will never use. But college is about setting a long term goal and completing it. That is all.”

“I met this guy once,” I continued. ” He was sooo cute! I mean, seriously, for real, for real. And he was sweet and everyone liked him. So he flirted and I flirted and we had lunch one day where he proceeds to tell me that he started college but had not finished because he was too busy partying. He lost cool points for that because I feel like I went through so much DRAMA and crap while in college and that wasn’t easy at all for me but I finished and I didn’t give any excuses. I finished! But then you know, I wanna allow him to redeem himself so I asked him what his next goals were. Know what? He didn’t have any? I knew right then that there would never even be a first date. I don’t want to be someone’s crutch. Ya’ll men ain’t shit! You really aren’t! Take, TAKE, TAKE! That’s all you wanna do! You wanna go to that chick house and eat but when it comes time to take care of her your ass gonna play the ‘this is not my problem’ role. I really don’t like that about you!”

I’m sitting there on my living room floor next to my coffee table and I’m heated. My face is balled up. My arms are folded. I’m watching as the condensation from my drink makes a stain on my Lucky magazine. I need some coasters dammit! ~ears steaming~

My friend looks at me and shakes his head. He reaches down from where he’s sitting on my couch and puts his hand on my back and gives it a squeeze. “Ms. Tee, you are very, very angry. And I never imagined you like this.”

I sigh. “Yeah, I am. It’s crazy. I don’t know how NOT to be angry. I don’t know what needs to happen.”

“Yeah, you need something, but I don’t know what?”

“Some good D***?” I ask and laugh.

“No, I don’t think it’s that.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes, each drifting away with the effect of the alcohol.

“I got it!” he says and looks at me seriously. “What you need is for your Baby Daddy to act right.”

I raise my eyebrow. “huh?”

“Imagine,” he begins. “That everything you are dealing with concerning him was the exact opposite? Think about it? Instead of you gettin mad cuz he’s reading your blog and making mean comments, imagine that he came on there with positive things to say about you. ~pretending he’s typing~ I just want everyone to know that my baby mama is the best mother to my sons. I appreciate her so much. They are turning into great boys…”

My heart skips a beat.

“And what if, instead of going through all this mess for some child support, what if he just broke you off whatever you asked for. ~pretending to write me a check~ Here you go, Ms. Tee, and he’s an extra hundred. I don’t care what you do with it, treat yourself to something nice. You deserve it. What if everytime he came around he was praising you and thanking you for giving him those two beautiful boys? I think that would make everything all right again.”

I couldn’t do anything but stare at him.

Is my Baby Daddy the reason I am always so angry?