Saturday, October 10, 2009
okay i admit it....i'm having a "meriod" moment.
before i start i have to give credit where it's due. i have to credit, ms. lovely... i'm using your coined term "meriod". it's when men act like they're on their periods and get all sensitive and shit. check out her ridiculously concocted theory here.
but back to my "meriod" moment. i dunno why, but i get upset when my chick gets excited about everything except me. i mean am i being too sensitive? really?
i mean i understand how chicks don't want to let you know all the time when they are excited. but when they let you know they're excited about everything except for shit that has to do with you. like "wow...i can't wait to hang out with my girls this weekend". it's like, why you ain't say that about me last weekend? or when you go out your way to do something and you're excited and then all you get a thank you & no more mention. it's not even on some ungrateful shit. it's just on some..."i just don't get excited over shit you do". and it's weird cause it's not just her. my last chick was like that too. which leads me to believe it's *gasp* me.
have i gotten to the point where i need to be appreciated like a chick? or is it i just haven't had that kind of appreciation in so long i want someone to give me some. i choose to believe the latter. maybe it's because i've been with chicks who really showed me they liked the things i did for them. not on some, "you're the greatest guy in the world" shit. but a generally sincere grateful, "i liked/loved it". i found that chicks would rather brag to their friends about shit their dude did for them then to just be like, "wow, i can't believe you did that...that was great". that's all i need. just a "that was great". or a "wow". it's the same way i feel about my son for christmas. it's like...him going down and seeing all the presents, hollering and passing out in excitement was the reaction i was going for. now if he would have just went looked at, opened, and said thank you...it would have been fine. but him passing out made me staying up all night fixing toys and wrapping gifts worth it.
so i'm saying. me staying up all night getting shit together. me spending time trying to make something special. the thought behind flowers, not just random one's but your favorite. gifts that aren't over the top but personal, just because. it's called effort ladies. if you don't appreciate the effort. i'ma stop putting it forth. start being like other dudes who only do special shit on your birthday (if that)..
meriod moment, over.