THE DOOR

Sweat beads dripped from my forehead and nose profusely as I laid in the bed staring at the door; hoping that it wouldn't open. That particular night the wind was raging out of control as the trees beat against my window. I've never been so afraid in my life. I prayed to God that the door wouldn't open. It was almost like I was in a trance, after a while I couldn't hear the wind anymore or the trees knocking on the window. All I could hear at that point was the beating of my heart. It seemed like forever as I watched the door knob turn. Every second my heart beat a little harder and faster, I sweated a little bit more, my teeth started to chatter and my throat tightened as I clenched the sheets; holding them up to my face. Finally the door opened..........and she walked out.

Stunned, not knowing what to do; my instincts told me to go after her and I almost did. Suddenly the wind calmed down to a breeze, the trees stood still and my door was wide open. I felt like since she left then maybe it would be best that I closed it.

Deciding to leave it open; days, weeks and months went by and I continued to stare at an open door. I eventually began to focus my attention on other things.It wasn't long after I took my focus off that door before someone else was entering, someone I wouldn't have to lay in fear of losing because they were afraid of losing me. I then realized the same door one person walks out of someone else can easily enter......

...........and then "WE" closed the door.

LETTER TO THE CHEF

Dear Chef,

I have been dinning with you for a while now and every now and then you tend to feed me something that I do not enjoy, it seems to leave a bad taste in my mouth. I enjoy eating beef from time to time as we both know it is produced from a cow or bull, However I am not particularly fond of eating its Shit. I, as an adult; do not have the desire to eat such a meal, as well as you shouldn't feel the need to prepare it. You often serve this to me at times when I don't ask for it, you throw a lot of extra stuff in or sugar coat it to disguise what it really is. Luckily I am smart enough to know that what you are once again trying to feed me is bullshit and I would normally call you out but I no longer feel the need to do so for you know exactly what it is because after all....you prepared it. I know this may upset you for the simple fact that you jump through hoops and bend over backwards to serve me this; not understanding that what I like doesn't require any of it. In conclusion, I hope that there is some way you could rectify the situation because at this point I don't think I will be dinning in this establishment because the fear of being fed ........"BULLSHIT"

SINCERELY,

THE CUSTOMER

AM I TRIPPIN!?!?!?

I had this nice little story typed up as usual but then I erased it because the way I feel now causes me to just wanna give it you straight..if I'm going to give it at all. First off I would like to say that I am embarrassed and ashamed because for what ever the reason may have been, I allowed someone and a situation to make me act out in a way that I never wanted to have to resort to....again!!.....and for that I am SUPER SORRY. I have something I need you all to help me with. Say you in a relationship with someone, lets say years. You live in two different places and all you want from that person is there time.... when its available. How should I feel knowing that I'm with a person that only comes to see me at night, WILL NOT!!! stay nights and if by chance they do then they jump up and out in a hurry a soon as they wake up... not to mention you are not allowed to come to where they live for no reason at all.... to some of you it might sound like some funny business but that's not what i'm trying to put out there....what you think is your own business. Any way, if I must say..... i don't think you would be happy with that and in most cases you would address that issue. After you have addressed that issue some many times because nothing changed... they hit you with " i can't date you like you want to be dated you" "maybe we aren't meant to be together" "I'm sorry I can't make you happy" What!!!!!! All that because you basically ask them to stop making you feel like a, how should I say.....Booty call maybe?? Now as much as I would like to really get in to it but I'm going to leave it at that (because there's more to it) and let you tell me what ya'll think. Is that trying to force someone to be with you how you want them to be or is that suppose to be something that folks in relationships do, So maybe yeeeeeears from now in my next relationship i wouldn't expect those things if that person can't give it to me. HELP ME PLEASE!!! CUZ IM CONFUSED AS HELL!!!

THE COAT

I got a call sometime ago that I would have to be leaving soon, it doesn’t seem like it’s been that long since I arrived but it’s almost that time. I really dreaded the fact that I had to go; just thinking about what a good time I had during my stay but it’s only a matter of time before He comes to pass me my coat. I did all I could do before that time, I mean I tried to make the best of it. I wanted to make the time that I spent here count because I knew once I left; I would not be back. It was a little frustrating that everyone didn’t seem to grasp the fact that I was leaving. There was no going away party, no big dinner, No one really came by to see me and surprising enough the ones I felt that I really connected with showed no emotion or concern. I came to the point where I had given up and decided to sit and wait until it was time to go. It’s getting later and later and I haven’t left yet, I had no way of calling to find out when He was coming to get me. I couldn’t help but to wish that someone could keep me company until He got here, so I just watched TV. TV is what entertained me for most of my wait. It had gotten really late and I had grown tired so I decided to go to bed and as I laid there in bed all I could think about was how I wish I could have enjoyed myself a little more and who I would have like to have seen and where I would like to have gone but eventually I fell asleep. Suddenly I felt someone grab me by the shoulders and shake me, when I turned over to see who it was; I noticed that it was Him standing over me….with my coat,it was time to go.

PRICE CHECK...PLEASE

Straight from the manufacture, in a very nice package, not beat up, no bumps or bruises, on the way to place myself on the market but the one thing my manufacture neglected to tell me was how much I was worth. So here I am on the shelf amongst a lot of other products that has the same goal as me, which is to belong to someone. Being that I didn’t really know my worth I thought it was best if I sold myself for cheap because I felt it would make my new owner like me better or maybe they would appreciate me more. Before I knew it, I was sold to the first buyer. I was so happy because I was no longer on the market but the buyer never understands because they aren’t the ones that desire to be wanted and it showed. I found myself being returned a lot, with a lot of complaints like, this thing calls too damn much, it ran out of money, it’s stupid, it doesn’t look as good as it did when I bought it or I found something better. I was sometimes left confused because I felt like I did my job. I did what a lot of things that many other products probably wouldn’t have done for them, hell I think I went above and beyond. Despite of everything, I always took the time out to polish myself back up so that I looked good before I headed back out on that shelf but I was tired, so tired I couldn’t function right for anyone else or maybe it was that I didn’t want too because of the abuse that I took from my previous owners, which lead to me being returned over and over again. It took a while before I realized that it’s not only about my presentation or how much I can do, the issue was that I was selling myself for cheap, easy to obtain, no one had to work hard to get me and no one can really appreciate anything that they didn’t have to work for. I had to do a price check and now I know why I had never been given a price and that is because I was never to be sold. I was not to let anyone feel they had ownership of me because then they will feel like they can do whatever they want, have the upper hand and you have no say so. Today, even though I’ve been beat, bump and bruised, I still have a lot of bidders and I pass up everyone. The next person will know that I can’t be bought, they will know that I am PRICELESS.

A FEW MINOR REPAIRS.

So I remember when I first saw this house, it had lots of charm...tons. As I viewed it I noticed there were some creeks in the wood as I walked across and it needed some minor repairs but it was fine with me, all I knew is that I really liked the place. So in less than a month, the house belonged to me. I was so excited I went and got brand new furniture for it and new paint and everything, I invited people over every chance I got to show them my new place and they were happy for me. I had been living there for 6 month by that time I had got use to the place and realized that the excitement i had for it had gone....don't get me wrong, I still loved my place but I had no reason to be excited anymore, I guess I had gotten comfortable. Time went by and all the stuff I had been doing for the house stopped, I had gotten lazy, before I knew even the little things about the house bothered me...things that i knew about the house before I bought it, like the creek in the wood. I would sometimes sit on the porch and look around the neighborhood to see the nicely painted houses and their freshly mowed lawns and pretty green grass. I remember when my grass was as green as theirs were, but it started to turn a little brown and I stopped cutting it so that brown dead grass had spread across the yard and grew and grew. At this point and time I was tired with this place,the same people that were happy for me when I bought it start telling me it wasn't worth it and to sell the place.As much as I love this place, the things that everyone had been saying started to make since. I would ride around looking at new houses and in my mind i knew i wasn't going to buy them but hey i was just looking, not knowing that made me start comparing my house to the ones I saw on the streets in which I thought were better than mine. The more I stopped caring about the house the more it started falling apart and by that time I couldn't take it anymore so i decided to put the house on the market. I said to myself having a house is too much for me at the time and I don't think I'm ready for it so I rented a nice little apartment, it was a month to month lease and I had no real commitment to the place, I didn't have to put in any work...I just lived there but you know with time I then grew tired of living in an apartment and missed how it felt to have my own home. I went and searched around til finally something caught my eye. Same as the last one...I was excited, I showed it off, I got new things for it but you know what.. after awhile its grass start turning brown and even in this house things feel apart...even worst. I sat and wondered what happen to the house that I sold so I decided to ride by and see it. Wow, it looked great!! It had nice green grass, new paint and even some add ons. I couldn't believe my eyes. By the time i got home all i could think about was how good that house looked now and How I should have kept it. I like my new house but that house was something special and as I see all I needed to do was water and cut the grass sometimes and fix things when it got broken not to mention I let people make me believe I had a peace of crap house. I woke up the next morning and went straight to home depot to get things to fix the issues in my home, I bought a lawn mower and a garden hoes. I was determine to get my home together. Today I walk around my home and its looks wonderful, new appliances,paint and everything. I sat on the porch and took a look at my nice green grass and mowed lawn, then I realized that all this time I had let my place fall apart and all it need was a few minor repairs.

WHEN GIVING GOES WRONG

As we all know in life there are givers and takers, Although there seems like there are more people looking to take then give. There's really no need to go in on the takers because we already know how we feel about them but what about those of us that love to give?

Sometimes knowing that you can do something for others is a good feeling, we love to help others in need and we do it with out expecting any merits because in most cases these people are our friends, family and significant other. We want so much to make the people in our lives happy, we become blinded by the tittles that they hold in our lives and end up giving more than what we bargained for. The truth is that when you are giving what ever you are giving; be it, money, food, support,time, etc... we give a little off ourselves in hopes that the people in our lives return it. Our love to give makes us sacrifice ourselves and our lives for others. Not knowing when to stop giving could make you lose yourself in the worst way. When you give and nothing is being returned, you allow people to walk with a piece of you every time, right down to your heart and eventually you lose your head. We give so much until it is expected of us, to the point to where you are giving to maintain a relationship with those closes to us, we do it because thats all we know how to do. I feel what we need to realize is that giving is good and that it can only become a bad thing for ourselves. Giving should be something that is done from your heart and not something you do because you feel obligated. Most importantly... learn the word NO and discard anyone who can't except it because that my friend...is a Taker.