Go through the bs, in order to get through the bs

People always say that if you don't like being around people, such as relatives, friends, a boss, co-workers; or even places like a hectic ass, vermin infested, people shoving city like New York- take them out of your life or leave. However, if you're always running away from whatever you do not like, how can YOU find out what you're made of? Listen, I'm all for avoiding conflict when absolutely necessary but there is such a thing as running away from Every. Damn. Thing.

Now, I'm not some life coach guru and I definitely don't have all my shit in check; but I once was that person who was always thinking, "Man, once I leave this place, I'm going to be so much happier with my life." I even used to believe that if I didn't get along with certain individuals, I needed to get away from them. "I won't have to deal with shit like this as soon as I get away from this BITCH!" The funny thing I'm starting to realize with life is that situations always repeat like a playback. You will always run into people that remind you of "That BITCH," and what if this is at a new job you just got hired to? Are you going to quit, just like that because of someone who reminds you of "That BITCH?"

In life, you have to have the balls to look someone in the eyes who is trying to test, tear you down or make you feel invalidated in any way or form. Even if you're whole body is trembling because you want to fuck a hoe/ bitch/ motherfucker up; whichever noun this description fits. Once you start running away from everything or everyone that messes with you, you won't be equipped for this thing called life. I know that sounds a bit "dramatic" but it's true.

For instance, not too long ago, there was this ONE motherfucker (not the exact word I'd like to use but it'll suffice) who I had really liked at the time. In this day in age, it doesn't take much to swap social media info or numbers and that's what happened. I don't recall how I got his number too (Ah, the old days when I was getting numbers like I was Big Zaddy, which I don't do anymoreeeee!), but that happened later on. Anyway, he added me on Instagram and I would like his pics like a thirsty ass heffer with no tomorrow. Eventually, I discovered some other girl all in his comments (I guess the chick realized he made a new "friend" and chick is a word used out of courtesy; even though she doesn't need that shitttttt), and I caught on real quick.

I have no issues with a girl or girls liking the same guy that I like. I'm not as insecure as some guys in my past might say. However, I'm not the one to be having some secret or disrespectful competition with over some dick. Never have (well, probably once because this supposed "friend" always wanted what I had and that shit was annoying as fuckkkk), never will be; and that's exactly what my problem with this doomed situation was. Comparing her hair to mine, comparing me to fucking animals and I literally had to follow the BITCH under a secret account because she was indirect as fuck with her posts. I didn't know if it was flattery or rudeness. Then, I found out that it was DEFINITELY RUDENESS.

Oh, and there was ANOTHER "chick" who tagged along later in this annoying situation who did the EXACT SAME SHIT. So yes, I followed THAT BITCH TOO under a secret account and WHAT?! All of this stuff has already been put into the light and I'm not saying anything that's not true. The whole point of this little fiasco of a story is that, was I supposed to stop being active on my social media because people were harassing me on a daily basis? Making fun of me? Trying to belittle me? I think the FUCK NOT HOE! All that did was make me stronger, harder and charming as fuck with my resilience. This is why I say it's important to navigate in tense situations or environments as such because you can't run away from all your problems.

Some people may believe that if you stay around a hostile environment or people who are not good for your well-being, that you might be a passive person or a pushover. Those are the same people who are going through their own bullshit and don't realize that they are not perfect either. Their life is not perfect either. Nothing is fucking perfect and damn sure never will be.

Personally, when I'm dealing with people I don't like or an environment with rowdy people, I have to mentally remind myself if it's worth me losing my cool in that moment. Sometimes, you really do have to let people know who they think they're about to fuck with but other times people just want the satisfaction. I feel like that's why I'm able to not lose my cool most of the times. I'm not perfect but I am quite happy with myself for not giving people the satisfaction all of the time. Whether it's an associate, stranger on the street, relative, you name it. It's not even always about being the bigger person. Sometimes it's just not giving that person or people the satisfaction of seeing you sweat. That to me, is much more rewarding than giving that person a piece of your mind or a black eye. Just sayinggggg!