• The Complexities of Life

    Rude Motherf*ckers

    Dear Ill-Mannered,

    Whenever I leave my home, I’m reminded of a sad truth:

    Manners appear to be obsolete, like cursive being taught in schools.

    You know I’m not lying.

    You walk past people and don’t bother to say “excuse me”.

    You ask for directions, napkins, whatever and don’t say “please”.

    Someone holds the door for you and you don’t say “thank you”.


    Depending on my mood, I’ll call you out on it.

    Did you walk past me and not say “excuse me”?

    I’ll respond with “you’re excused”.

    Did you fail to say “please” after asking for something?

    I’ll ask you for the magic word.

    You didn’t say “thank you”? I’ll “say thank you” for you.

    I’ll “say thank you” for you.

    I have no clue why this is so hard for you to understand. Perhaps it goes back to the day your rude ass entered the world. My elders always said that it takes a village to raise a child. Perhaps the village that was responsible for you failed you as a child.

    Not that it’s an excuse.

    [bctt tweet=”You have to take responsibility for yourself. That includes making adjustments to bad behaviors. ” username=”MsWalton”]

    Now that you know better, do better.




  • The Complexities of Life

    Love #Love

    My first serious relationship. We were SO into each other. Perhaps it was young (dumb) love, but I really felt like we could be forever.  One day, he made me this mixtape CD. While there were a lot of songs that musically spoke for him, one song in particular stood out.

    When I first heard this song, I was stunned. I knew he cared about me, but I had no idea his feelings were so strong. Actually, I don’t think either of us knew this relationship was going to get this deep. You date someone, knowing that it probably won’t last, then find yourself in love.

    It happens.

    Don’t worry about the end.

    Love #Love.

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