I am honest with myself but I realize I haven’t been lately. Majority of people who do not know me call me all kinds of mean names. I laugh and I really don’t take it seriously. Acting like a different person is my defense mechanism and it works pretty good. When I show people who I really am they ALWAYS try to take advantage of me and I really do not want to go through that anymore. The only time a stranger will get to know my heart is when God tells me to.
When I say I act different, I mean I am reserved more. I can have decent conversations but they only go so far. They can see a little bit of who I truly am but not all. They may catch a glimpse of my heart but that’s it. Its not to protect me from getting hurt because that’s impossible. I just play it smart. Sometimes I do act like a crazy person when I am really not interested in someone (not intentionally) or when I do like that person. Its kind of odd because I can meet people and I have a good vibe from them. Then I can meet others and get a bad vibe and its just makes me uncomfortable and my whole personality changes…badly lol.
I prayed about it and I try my best to not let that happen…but if its ugly I become ugly. When I get good vibes from people I just have them as friends but not close friends. Meaning I could care less if they leave tomorrow. I don’t really meet people who I love to talk to or I would love to meet. Most people I meet, it’s the same ol story and its nothing new. I am 21 years old and for me to be excited about a conversation I have to call my 78 year old uncle. It’s bad because people do not interest me when it comes to my personal or social life.
I haven’t been intimate with a man for over 30 months. I really cannot remember how long its been but its close to 3 years. I find it very pleasurable to not be involved with a man. For 16 years every black man I ever met disrespected me in some way. My brothers and a few of my male family members didn’t do anything. I will at least admit that. When you have 16 years of torment versus not one minute of heaven…its too hard to try to make myself believe that I am attracted to black men. I do not mean to stereotype but 16 years is a very long time. I cannot help it and I did everything I knew how to do. I try my best to love all people but when it comes to black men, my love is tainted. That is something God is going to have to help me on but I don’t know what else to do.
When I look at black men the first thing that comes to my mind is that they’re diseased. That they are all ugly and they automatically are going to disrespect someone. I know professional black men too but they are all in a different world. Its all about money, sex, power…and manipulation. The only time a black man can get any credit is when they have a lot of money or when they make themselves out of a fool. I can make a long list of men but I am not attracted to them. When I notice a black man is trying to talk to me, I really want to vomit. My stomach gets queasy and I get a head ache. I try to be polite with them but I guess the look on my face lets them know I am not interested. I want to say so much but I know people will get upset. I might be interested in someone mixed with black…maybe
Just so far I am no longer going to lie to myself. I love all my brothers and my babies. I know they will grow up to be good men. They were the main reason why I try to believe that I may find me a decent man to talk to. Which I can as long as he is not black…
Is this wrong?
When I say I act different, I mean I am reserved more. I can have decent conversations but they only go so far. They can see a little bit of who I truly am but not all. They may catch a glimpse of my heart but that’s it. Its not to protect me from getting hurt because that’s impossible. I just play it smart. Sometimes I do act like a crazy person when I am really not interested in someone (not intentionally) or when I do like that person. Its kind of odd because I can meet people and I have a good vibe from them. Then I can meet others and get a bad vibe and its just makes me uncomfortable and my whole personality changes…badly lol.
I prayed about it and I try my best to not let that happen…but if its ugly I become ugly. When I get good vibes from people I just have them as friends but not close friends. Meaning I could care less if they leave tomorrow. I don’t really meet people who I love to talk to or I would love to meet. Most people I meet, it’s the same ol story and its nothing new. I am 21 years old and for me to be excited about a conversation I have to call my 78 year old uncle. It’s bad because people do not interest me when it comes to my personal or social life.
I haven’t been intimate with a man for over 30 months. I really cannot remember how long its been but its close to 3 years. I find it very pleasurable to not be involved with a man. For 16 years every black man I ever met disrespected me in some way. My brothers and a few of my male family members didn’t do anything. I will at least admit that. When you have 16 years of torment versus not one minute of heaven…its too hard to try to make myself believe that I am attracted to black men. I do not mean to stereotype but 16 years is a very long time. I cannot help it and I did everything I knew how to do. I try my best to love all people but when it comes to black men, my love is tainted. That is something God is going to have to help me on but I don’t know what else to do.
When I look at black men the first thing that comes to my mind is that they’re diseased. That they are all ugly and they automatically are going to disrespect someone. I know professional black men too but they are all in a different world. Its all about money, sex, power…and manipulation. The only time a black man can get any credit is when they have a lot of money or when they make themselves out of a fool. I can make a long list of men but I am not attracted to them. When I notice a black man is trying to talk to me, I really want to vomit. My stomach gets queasy and I get a head ache. I try to be polite with them but I guess the look on my face lets them know I am not interested. I want to say so much but I know people will get upset. I might be interested in someone mixed with black…maybe
Just so far I am no longer going to lie to myself. I love all my brothers and my babies. I know they will grow up to be good men. They were the main reason why I try to believe that I may find me a decent man to talk to. Which I can as long as he is not black…
Is this wrong?