Myspace Thugs & Cyber Divas

So it has officially been a year since I have first started this blog page back in last November. I never would have thought that I would have gotten over 7,000 hits in the time that I've been writing in it. It's been a tremendous experience to write things that I used to consider private for people I do not know to take the time to read. I thank those that have taken the time to contact me (via instant message, e-mail or comment) to express your comments about what material has been published for you to read.

I wanted to write about something today that I have noticed on Myspace and on other online communities as well. Why is that males and females alike both feel the need to exploit themselves on their personal pages? Why do certain males feel they need to promote this machismo role of taking pictures in mirrors of their firearms, and counting money? Why do females exploit themselves with pictures of themselves spread-eagle on their beds exposing their body parts? It's very simple; these individuals do these things because they need attention.

Males feel the need to exploit themselves with pictures of them counting hundred dollar bills and toting guns in their palms to attract women. Taking pictures in front of their overly-gaudy cars to attract women has become the norm on Myspace, Facebook, and other online arenas for people's interactions with each other. If you need to show off the money you have to get a female's attention, nine times out of ten the female that is attracted to you for these reasons is definitely not going to be worth the time and effort. You only attract what you put out.

Females taking pictures in pornstar-esque poses in front of bathroom mirrors of their homes only do this to get guys attention. Taking pictures of your breasts and buttocks only will only attract the raunchy guys that you are broadcasting yourself out to.

When did it become normal to exploit yourself for personal attraction? When did it become cool to take pictures of your guns, cars, clothes, and body to attract other people? Maybe, I am different in my approach to women, but I see absolutely nothing attractive about a female that has the audacity to broadcast explicit pictures of herself via the internet to gain popularity amongst their peers.

It's very simple; if you are looking for attention through material things that you possess, then you have a tremendous problem with your securities. If someone cannot be attracted to you for whom you are, then they should not be worth your time. Some of us need to grow up; taking pictures of yourself with guns and counting money will only attract the most plastic females. Posing with your ass in the air will attract the most raunchy males. Let's think a bit harder, people.

I'm surrounded by the assimilated niggas.
The token black kid in the sea of whites that takes all the subliminal racist bullshit with hella strife,
laughs and takes in the jokes of their own skin color,
not realizin inside the heart they bother,
the father of the kid feels their son and daughter,
has lost their sense of pride because they crash and flatter,
the agony of perplexity it seems to gather,
within the kid's sternum of his body not recognizing the matter,
dying inside his own skin wishing genocide on his own has to be the answer,
dying their hair color blonde and wearin' blue contacts just makes it feel badder,
looking at your own kind from the other side of town with hateful eyes just makes it sadder,
until you're 45 years old walkin aside another black man or women and you hear the word screamed "NIGGER!,"
then you turn around and look because you think they're not talkin about you, damn, you've slipped and crashed for 45 years into gray matter,
you're whole life you hated your skin color and wished you were lighter,
Just a little more shades of blue or green in my eyes you wanted them brighter,
the assimilated nigga movement is all amongst us making class ism amongst blacks thousands of times harder,
you went to all the brown paper bag parties where they wouldn't let blacks in if there skin was darker,
the uncle tom and tragic mulatto complex is set within these niggas and this to all of you it should bother,
because they will live their whole lives trying to be white then die a fool of a pseudo movement towards self-hatred, a bullshit martyr.

Gym?! Oh, that place I used to go to everyday...

Damn, it has been a hella long time since I have written anything. I know, I know, I am neglecting my passion of writing, but I have lately not had anything interesting to write about. Well...there was the depression of last week that stressed the hell out of me, and then again there was the blessings that my aunt and uncle have placed upon me this week. Well, I guess there was a few things that I could have written about lately; I've just been a lazy little bastard. Getting back in the swing of things of writing consistently on a weekly basis in this blog is where I need to be. Writing seems to be the only thing that I can say that I am truly good at. Even as an abruptly blunt and belligerent person verbally that I am, it always seems a little easier for me to write how I feel about things. Writing with a pen to a piece of paper or typing away at a keyboard is usually which keep my head above water to the brinks of sanity. The harsh realms I have been induced with (such as stress & being unfit) have become the onerous boulders that have been holding me down as of late.

I need to get back in the gym; it has been 2 months since I have done anything strenuous. The hallowed grounds of the gym had become my answer and solace to the hardships that laid beyond the entry doors of the gym. Today, I will go bust my ass in the gym; I have realized that when I work out (no matter how stressful the situation in my life it is) the work outs make me feel so much better about everything.