Straight thoughts from a CleverVixen

I was chatting with a friend yesterday and outta the clear blue here’s the question he posed:

If you were together with someone for a three or four months, would you ask them how much they had in savings? Would you ask them what their financial portfolio looks like?

And if you know me, then you know my answer was: 

Hell yeah, that’s a perfectly sound question! It’s one of my top 5!

she aint said nothing but a word

We went on to briefly chat  about people failing to ask potential mates about their financial standing and outlook; which got me to thinking. 

About two weeks ago I met this dude and he was trying to chat me up HARD! So we’re chopping it up for a minute and as things progress I start to ask him what he does for a living.

Lawdfadagod. This fella had a LIST!

He’s a Taxi driver, he plays in somebodys church band, he runs some supposed videography business ( which I’ve seen some sorta proof but who knows) and he’s part owner in a family business. By the time he finished his list, all I was thinking about was that In Livin Color Skit about the Jamaican family with 50 jobs each and they were always late for work and had to go!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m NEVER opposed to a man/woman having more than one gig to make ends meat, but when you have so many one has to wonder WHY?  I mean are you making that little that you need to work like a tourist mule in the Honduran sea side? Whatever happened to that little account marked Savings and why don’t you seem to have any?

I know it may sound bourgeois to some, but his stock fell about a good 250 points due to his plethora of employers. I’m fully aware that some may have an issue with my stance and to that I say, You DATE HIM, if you feel so strongly. I  have already dated that guy that had to work two jobs and yet he was still barely making it = BRUKNESS not BROKENESS.  I did my part in supporting a brutha through his struggle. I do not like the stench nor the taste of poverty/poordom/pauperly living.  My family wasn’t always living this decent, so I KNOW what it’s like to struggle. I just don’t intend on struggling due to someone else’s lackadaisical stance on the meaning of a dollar. Nope. Not me! I don’t mind dating a man with no car BUT you cant have no car, no money, no clue as to what a savings account is/is meant for AND owe money on your VISA bill.  I may have fallen stepping on a bus once, but is sure wasn’t the YELLOW bus!

You no longer have to have just a J.O.B if you wana be with me, that was soo 1988. Now one should have GOOD CREDIT (decent credit will not get us very far), a reasonable five year plan of financial feasibility, preferably one job and the list goes on.  I’m no gold digger, I have a job (and a pension), I just believe that we must be like minded and realistic when it comes to things like finances. 

T.

The focal point in this Affect and Effect piece is about ME.

It’s about MY journey be it mentally and/or spiritually, into gaining a deeper perspective about myself and why I allow things to have an effect on me and can’t seem to get past them.  It’s about MEand my desire to just let the bullsh*t slide and to truly be a better person for having done so.

It’s about ME.

This blog is about ME, my life, things that disturb me, things that I enjoy, things that are not so nice that I tend to do, the shenanigan’s I seem to get myself into, etc.

IT IS ABOUT ME. 

Essentially when all is said and done I have to live with the end results and I have to come to terms with the woman I am constantly evolving into; and if I have things that irk me, THIS IS MY forum (one of many) in where I choose to allow others to see me dissect sections of my life.

MY happiness and ongoing self improvement is PARAMOUNT above any and everything else.

T.

My ethnic background is rather mixed and due to that I happen to be one of two dark skin people on my father’s side of the family, my father being the other. Between both parents, I’m mixed with Afro-Guyanese, Indo-Guyanese and Aboriginal “Buck” Guyanese, leaving us with not just dark skin, but with a dusty complexion which resembles those from places like Sri Lanka; we’re sorta like a mixed masala

             It’s ME.

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DON’T BE CROSS WIT ME… TTYL

T.

Now everytime I listen to Marvin Gaye I think of you. ick. How freaking sentimental and mushy.ick.     

So I just heard that M.Gaye song, I want you to want me too, and had such a lushious thought (I’ll keep the specifics off of here for various reasons,lol). Now the Stevie Wonder song, All I do is think about you, is on and although I’m jammin it’s oddly and partially true. ick, yet again.  I mean geewhiz, why?  Why are you stuckin my damn psyche? I know I’m not stuck in yours!! Sh*t. It’s like I’d rather be anywhere but here and if possible maybe (lol) have you tag along. You know, to carry my Manolo’s while I walk on that beautiful Jekells sand (inside joke).

Fu*ker! Damn you, you Spicy meatball.

T.

This is NO terrorist jab!. This folks, is a dap, a pound, a sign of affection and respect not only used by the Obama’s but by many in sports and other visible fields. To imply that these people are terrorists is a rather ridiculous notion. 

When the Oklahoma bombings took place, the American public unequivocally assumed that it was done by a Middle Eastern Terrorist.  However, when it turned out to be someone who looked just like the accusers, there was alot more empathy for Mr.McVeigh than need be. And He was one of them.

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T.

To know that you put in a modicum amount of work into reaching outside of ones comfort zone, in order to cultivate a sound interest worth something, only to be covered in a cloak of half-truths is disappointing, but it’s a lesson well received.

Sometimes we find ourselves in situations where things aren’t in their ideal state and yet we take a leap on faith and with omnicient presence of cynicism, we  weave them into our fold. 

In the back of our minds, always being relived that no matter what happens, what promises are made and broken, the only entity in which you can trust is yourself. That brings me immense peace and joy and enables me to breath a sigh of relief. 

TRUST….hmph

T.