Where do you draw the line between being nice, and being too nice?

After a long week and a half of recovery from the accident I decide last night that I need to get out. I've been stuck in the house for too long, I needed to get out to enjoy some reggae music and a few Red Stripes. So my homegirl didn't have to work this morning so I said let's go out. At around 11 I scoop her up and we head out to Adams Morgan..... Ooh you gotta love Adams Morgan... We're walking down the street trying to figure out where we are going, and I suggest Timehri's... or however you spell it... So we are walking by and these 2 old guys decide they are gonna try and holla at my girl.. I'm thinking to myself.. Ooh no here we go.. Then this other dude gives her his number when the other 2 guys are trying to get her number. I'm thinking damn people.. Can you be more pathetic?... So we go across the street to Bukom Cafe.. In there we have a drink.. It was chill. After our drink we walk back to Timehri's. There aren't too many people in there at this point, so it's cool. We get drinks and chill. Next thing you know a few guys try talkin to ol' girl. I'm just chillen minding my own business... Enjoying the music... So I get this glimpse of a guy out of the corner of my eye.. And I tell her.. That guy is a little cute. So a few minutes later she goes over there to talk to him. She comes back and informs me that cute boy was married but he wanted to dance with me.. And I was like... Nah I'm cool I don't really want to dance right. So time goes by and some other guy comes over and tries to buy the both of us drinks. He was being very cool and respectable. I was grateful of that. Because I was sick of hearing the cheezie pick up lines that people were sayin to my girl.. This guy was just tryin to have conversation... So I entertained the situation. We sat there and talked and laughed about how everybody was tryin to holla at ol girl. Then she vanishes to the dance floor. Next thing you know the lights come on... And it's time to go home. I'm excited by this point. I'm like cool I can go home and take my pain meds... Well once we get outside of the club.. The guys were going wild. The were waiting in line to talk to this girl. I think it's her charm.. or the fact that she is soooo nice to everybody. Then she wants pizza, so we go get her some pizza. After a million more guys talk to her these other 2 guys decide to walk to the car with us.. And I'm like.. Man we cool.. We are going home, and she continued to be nice.. So they continued to follow.. Next thing I'm sitting in my car listening to some vybz and dude decides he is going to sit in my car and start touching my stereo.. Ok so I soooooo wasn't having that at this point... I was ready to go home and I wanted to hear what I wanted to hear.. And dude started actin stupid.. So I was pushing him out of my car.. And he was trying to keep playin with the stereo.. I was like Mothafukka... get out of my car.. And Drea.. I'M READY TO GO. So we get in the car and head home.. I ended up staying at her house because she lives right down the road from my work..

The moral to my long ass rant.. With poor punctuation and no paragraph breaks... Is.. Sometimes people have to learn when to stop being so nice to everybody. If people are waiting in line to holla at you.. you are being too nice.. Maybe it's just my mentality.. But I don't want to give anybody the opportunity to take advantage of my kindness. I only share it with my close friends.

A week of Depression

Well a week ago today I was laying in a hospital bed because of a motorcycle accident. I was pulling out of a 7-11 and somebody in a white van hit me. The situation is as follows: I was preparing to make my exit onto the road, I check both ways and all seems clear. Next thing you know I feel and hear contact with another vehicle. At this point I'm not too sure what happened. I believe I was flown through the air. The next thing I remember is getting up and walking, then getting this overwhelming feeling of darkness, so I make my way to the grass and lay down. Next thing I know I wake up to somebody on a radio and at this point I'm in the worst pain I have ever felt in my life and the only thing I want is for my helmet to be off, because I felt as though I'm suffocating. The gentleman assisting me was telling me not to take it off and wait for the ambulance to arrive. Me being the stubborn person that I am decided to take it off on my own. Then the ambulance arrives and they ask me what happened..... Like I have a clue what happened.. But anyway.. I tell them my story to the best I know. I feel as though I can not move but I'm so grateful that I'm alive. Right as they are getting ready to put me in the ambulance I get a text message from my friend that I'm supposed to take to the airport at 3AM.. I reply to his text and tell him that I'm not going to be able to take him because I'm on my way to the hospital from a motorcycle accident. He replies and tries to find out what is going on, but the medic takes my phone from me. At this point I'm strapped to a back board with a neck collar on.. Man is that uncomfortable. The ambulance driver is trying to find a hospital that will take me and I ask the medic if there is any way he can give me some pain medicine. So they feed me some morphine through my IV to help with the pain. Then I arrive at a hospital. I don't know what hospital, but I know I'm in the care of doctors and nurses at this point. The doctor orders a CT scan, spine x-rays, and blood to be drawn. Over the course of a unknown hours these things happen and more pain meds are pushed through my iv. OOh yeah and sometime during all of this the cop came to issue me a summons to appear in traffic court because the accident was my fault. So I'm laying on a bed in the hall way of a hospital feeling like a worthless piece of nothing.. Nobody to talk to.. Nobody there to comfort me.. Life sucks at this point.. and I'm still in the most pain I've ever been in my whole life.
Sometime in the AM the doctor says he is going to admit me overnight so that they can watch my pain and make sure I'm going to be ok to go home. So.. As soon as I get in my room I text message damn near everybody in my phone to let them know that I'm in the hospital from a motorcycle accident, then I follow up the text message with a phone call to the important people. Minus the parents because I didn't want them to get worried. As the day goes on The first person to visit me is a co-worker, then Brian shows up. He is there for a few min then heads off to find me a phone charger. Then some friends from the BBQ the night before stop by and the co-worker leaves, then Brian comes back with a phone charger. He doesn't stay too long because he has to get going. Work or something. Then Marcus Allen stops by with some goodies, and Dee stops by. If anybody else stopped by I can't remember right now. I was pretty drugged up on percocet every 4 hours all week. I got lots of reply text messages from my friends and people seem concerned about my well being.
Monday rolls around and the doctors tell me I can go home. So some people from work pick me up and take me to my pharmacy to fill my prescription for percocet. I then make an appointment to see my doctor for the next day. After all of that I go home.
A few people call.. and for the first 2 days some people stop over. 4 to be exact. This makes me think... How much are my friends really my friends? I mean if one of my friends was in an accident I'm sure I would be there to help them out.. Call me crazy.. But I dunno.. Wednesday till today I really didn't get too many phone calls or any visitors besides my parents. Why is this? Do I really not have any friends? So My parents come for the weekend and leave early Sunday morning. So after they leave I go back to sleep... Only to wake up to an interesting dream. This dream involved Brian.. So I decide to text message him. So I tell him about the dream and he proceeds to tell me how much that pisses him off, along with him saying how much the whole situation pisses him off. So in the mix of everything he sends me this email. Some how he has somebody intercept my emails that I send to people via myspace. Now tell me how FUKKED up that is.. That the craziest stalker type shyt I've ever seen. Why would somebody want to do that? But anyway. So that added to my list of things that put me in a state of depression.
So lets list them..
got in an accident
my bike is probably totaled (haven't seen it yet)
I'm ok.. But still in a lot of pain
I have only a few real friends
guys can be crazy
I have to go to court for my traffic violation
my insurance is going to go up
if my bike isn't totaled I have to find a place to fix it
I can't ride
I can't drive my car right now
I'm out of pain meds
my bike is accumulating storage fees which I might have to pay
I've been home alone most of the week drowning in my own sorrow
nobody seems to care
the people I care about don't seem to care about me
ok... I could go on and on.. But I guess it's not worth it..
tomorrow is another day.. and tomorrow will keep coming till it is eventually better..

on that note.. Some quotes to leave with
"One ceases to recognize the significance of mountain peaks if they are not viewed occasionally from the deepest valleys."

Don't tell your problems to people: eighty percent don't care; and the other twenty percent are glad you have them.


till next time bloggers

Have a blessed day.

Change......

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the strength to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference."

"Just when you think things can't get any worse, they do. I've learned that life is like hour glass sand. Sooner or later, everything hits rock bottom, but all you have to do is be patient and wait for something to turn everything back around."

"I would rather do something and find out that it was the wrong thing, than never know if it was the right thing."

So bloggers... I've been lazy with posting lately. There has just been a lot of crazy things going on. One of these days I will sit down and write a good meaningful blog. Writing can be so therapeutic at times and I haven't had the chance to just sit down and type. Till then I will just keep finding quotes that help me put my mind in the right place...

Happy blogging.

Bless

Quotes, Quotes, Quotes

"Tomorrow isn't a promise, it's a chance."
-Rachel Joy Scott

"Hard times are simply that---TIME---time passes and things do get better. So, just stick through it and one day you will look back on it and think 'Man, that was nothing.'"
-unknown

"Time is a wheel in constant motion, so you just have to ride with it and take all the bumps and turns. Just focus on the destination and it will get you through."
-unk

"Cherish things while you still have them, not when they've gone, for one of the hardest things to deal with is regret."

"No one can ever promise you they will never hurt you, because at one time or another it will happen. The real promise is if the time you spent together will be worth the pain in the end."


So just some quotes for today..and days of going through some times...

Bless

Happy 4th of July......

So the 4th of July is supposed to be a celebration of our independence. Nowhere does it say it is supposed to be a day full of drama. Now you see.. My day (July 3rd) started off well. I woke up, changed the oil in my bike (with the assistance of Joey) then played some ball. Now I never said I could play ball.. So I let some little kids school me. After that I took Joey home.

During the day I'm changing oil and Brian is text messaging me.. And I can sense in his messages some sense of drama.. Insecurity.. And everything else... He wanted to know if I was going to hang out with him tonight.. I couldn't tell him a time or place because I had no clue what time I would get finished.. Now with him.... I remember many of days sitting around waiting for him to get out of work.. Only for him to call me and tell me he can't make it.. Now I'm the nice person that I am.. And I just kind of let it roll off my back.

Then he starts coming at me with some stuff about Joey.. Now Joey and I are only friends.. As far as I know.. I love Joey to death.. He is the greatest friend ever.. But it is what it is.. We are friends. Hell I don't even know if he has a girlfriend somewhere in the world, and I really don't care... If he does... Cool... If he doesn't... Then that's cool too... I just won't to ever lose that bond we have...I mean we have a lot in common. Like I said before.. I could be naive.. But hey.. I don't know tell I'm told or there is some type of discussion about it.. Why would Brian come at me with stuff like that. .

Well I pick up Joey.. Tell him about the whole situation.. And then he seems a little thrown off by the whole situation.. So Brain is sending the text messages.. And I let Joey read them.. Because at this point I need some guidance from someone.. I can't figure out everything on my own.. I need help figuring out if I'm write or wrong for feeling the way I feel. So Joey sends Brian messages from my phone confirming what I said earlier in regards to Brian having a reason to feel worried about who I like.

So I get home only to find out that Brian went to the extreme and deleted me from his myspace and pretty much told me n the messages that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore.. No is it that easy to just give up a friend?

In my time in the Marine Corps I have found that friends come and friends go.. I have yet to find a real TRUE friend in my life.. Someone that is there for me no matter how many miles are between us...Most people seem to be the coward and run away from things when the start to get hard.

THINGS IN LIFE DO NOT COME FREE>...

reality check people... Just put a little work and effort into what you want and things will be all good.

well bloggers I really want to continue writing.. But I'm exhausted.. too much drama today.. I need to go to sleep and forget about it all because it's just pissing me off..

I will for sure type more as soon as things calm down a bit..

Have a blessed evening..

random quote.. just on my mind

"Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow, we must fail in order to know, Sometimes our vision clears only after our eyes are washed away with tears."
Submitted by Rachel S,

Another night

Well.. So tonight my girl and I went to check out this club that my boy was spinning at. .... That was an experience. ... It was a good time none the less. The music was good.. We got to experience Ethopian music... (very interesting) Ethopian guys smell bad and can't dance to music other then their kind.. (well those guys anyway) but when the Reggae started flowing.. It was on point.. :woot: :woot: Then my girl started talkin to these boys which we ended up dropping off so they didn't have to pay for a cab... Well these boys got on my nerves something fierce... Ethopian girls are very beautiful... But once again they can't dance to music other then their own.. I'm shocked that the couldn't even dance to reggae..

well bloggers.. I have to get away from this computer and think about things.. till next time..

maybe I will have figured something out..

have a blessed evening..