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lol @ my mentor and co-protege

they really fightin over my hair!

quick recap:
my mentor, who's also been a REALLY SHITTY mentor to me and this other guy, makes some not-so-constructive criticism abt my hair.

my co-protege, who was already pissed that dude is a shitty mentor, gets into it with the mentor ON MY BEHALF



now they are in a full-fledged email war about my hair, professionalism & the workplace, racism, etc etc.

and i aint even participating! these niggas just CC:in me on this bullshit thats ABOUT me but not OF me, and all i can do is laugh.

here's the latest round:

We must get past this hair thing. Did either you or Andre' pick up the, "How to Dress for Success" book?

LIsten, i am far too well versed in argument and colloquy for you to write me some note suggesting that racism still exists. We all know that. What i am trying to get Andre' to see is that how you look will not likely make a favorable impression on those who do not look like us. But, how you look CAN make an unfavorable impression on those who do not look like us. Why give them the excuse? Why give them the ammo? Listen, i would like for you or anybody to explain to me the value, the heritage, the rationale behind wearing "twists." Can you say, "I wear my hair this way because Frederick Douglas wore his hair in this fashion?" NO! The only person in our history who i can recall received some acclaim or notorienty who wore his hair in that fashion is BUCKWHEAT, O'TAY? Andre' should loose the dreads (in my opinion). And, Prentice, you are more mature than Andre', you have worked in an arena where there is much prejudice. Do you see many in the high command at the MPD in twists or braids? Do you think wearing them would help or harm the career of a person aspirig to the high command in the police department? i already know the answer. Do not encourage Andre' to do something that you KNOW could harm his career.


Have a productive day!

lol @ the random "have a productive day!" at the end.

what about ur friieeeeeeends? (c) tionne & 'nem

me & an ex of mine used to have these "i don't have any real friends" debates.

i'm pretty sure the conversations were rooted in the fact that we both had hella anti-social attitudes about generally everything. it's a wonder that we found each other for that short time, lol.

but this blog aint about ol girl. it's about me & my lack of friends. moreso, its about me and why it's MY fault that i don't have any friends.

whats wrong with me?

i think i'm a nice guy. i'm funny and i'm good to hang around. i listen well and give good advice (unless i'm giving bad advice on purpose, which does happen). sure sometimes i toe the line between "blunt & real" and "asshole", but still. do i push ppl away?

i thought this as i sat at my homeboy's wedding a couple weeks ago. our whole lil "crew" from HS was there. we had all grown apart over the years, but we came together for that day and for that occasion, and it was OFF THE CHAIN. personally, i had kept up with a couple of the fellas over the years, talking to one maybe weekly and the other maybe once a month or so. for the most part all of us were pretty out of touch with each other. that's what made the reunion so sweet.

well except for one thing. all of "the crew" was IN the wedding, except for ol 'Dre.

now i tried not to act like my feelins were hurt or anything when i heard about it. my other homeboy called all excited talkin about we should go get fitted together and all this shit and i'm just like "fitted for what?" and he's like "terence's wedding....oh you aint in it?!" (lol!) but yeah man i gotta admit now my feelins mighta been a lil hurt. but i made sure to take my ass to the wedding because 1.) i am genuinely happy for the man and 2.) wasn't nobody there gonna say "oh dre aint show up cuz he mad he aint in the wedding.

to top it all off, when i get there and we're chillin and shootin the shit about old times and high school and what not, My Nigga The Groom is goin ON & ON about how he's so glad i'm there, my being there means the most out of everybody, etc, etc, blahzahfuckinblah.

okay y'all dont know this but this screen sat right here for like 5 minutes cuz i had said fuck it i wasnt gonna finish or post this entry but i'ma try. i guess i just typed all that wedding BS for nothin cuz thats only a small piece to a big puzzle. nigga still coulda made me a groomsman tho!

but back to the core question. do i push ppl away?

i think my answer would be "yes". and i could go on & on about trust issues, and beign hurt in the past and all that other bullshit people use to justify their unhealthy ways, but truth is i dont know WHY i do it. i'm just USED to being alone, solo. i gets lonely and i wanna have people close to share shit with, but i've never done it before and i sure as shit dont know how to start.

i've never had 'long term' friends, and i'm reticent to make them because i'm sure they'll go away eventually. maybe i'm over thinking things? i have old school buddies that i'd like to keep up with and know how their kids, girlfriends, jobs and shit are going. i've got e-friends that i'd like to actually TALK to instead of texting/IM'ing all the do dah day. but what happens when something goes wrong or someone else gets tired of me or doesnt have time for me when i need them or whatever, and i'm left on the outside lookin in again?

eh, fuck it. i was the flyest nigga at that wedding anyway. tux woulda held me back.

nappy by nature, not cuz i hate 'cha

since tracy is of no help AS USUAL, i'ma bitch&moan in this space here.

slightly seriously, i been catchin more than a little flak lately about my hair.
seems that locs arent as progressed and socially accepted as i would have hoped here in memphis tennessee.

sad thing is, the people givin me all the sht are black ppl who supposed to be lookin out for me .
its like this one fella, who is/was supposed to be my 'mentor' seriously does NOT want to fk with me cuz of my hair

i'm tryin to keep all this business like cuz its in my blood to just give folks the finger and keep doin me.
but i fight that urge and keep smilin.
who knows, i MAY decide to cut my hair one day...
but not over some bullshit like this.