Areatha Franklin said chain of fools and she was right…
until you come back to me is not the move sis.
I love dogs right, but the level of responsibility one has to put into caring for one is a lot. Some people are dog lovers and getting up early to walk them, spending money on gifts and food, investing in their health, and literally managing their shit is worth it to them.
Afterthought, in dating this holds true. For some, the investment that comes with you isn’t worth it. Like I want a Great Man excuse me, Dane because they’re sooo beautiful, but the truth is, I don’t wanna have to manage the investment at this stage of my life. Often times, that’s what happens in the dating world.
Back on topic, Max has been with me two days and it’s been an adjustment. Day 2 started with him waking up early due to his red rocket… I imagine his wailing is what I did internally the last two weeks. I don’t have a rocket, but boy have I been waking up to my own explosions. If I had a rocket, you would know every time I was ready to take off. This isn’t my dog but some of his behavior has me wondering… this afternoon I let him roam free around my nicely clean home. You know what he did? He piddled around the house a little, then went back upstairs to sit by the door. Just wagging his little tail and I guess waiting…. Or at least that’s what it looked like.
Sure, he could’ve just been looking out the door enjoying the view because he’s a dog, right? Maybe he’s not that calculated… Nope. He was waiting. I know waiting when I see it because that was me today too. When I stood up, so did he and he didn’t move from that door which lets me know he was waiting on me. He wanted to go outside and I wanted him to come inside. Semantics… but it’s one in the same.
Waiting by the phone for a jawn you like is aggravating as phuck. My door was my phone and if who’s a good boy?" was a person, man… today that was me. Face Palm. I’ma leave the door open isn’t as good in real life as Paak made it seem. The weeks have been rough and I think I just wanted some time away from real stuff. That’s really it. Things seem really transactional these days but I got reallyyyy good credit so… anyway. I’ll write about gender transactions later. But yeah, dating Barack Obama isn’t so easy when he has his eyes set on the presidency… and in this case I don’t even feel like Michelle. I know you wanna doggy this thing but sir my name is NOT Bo.
So, words to someone’s daughter, don’t let somebody’s son turn you into no dog. You aint no yoyo.
Sounds simple enough.