New Years Resolution.

Yesterday as I sat in my cubicle at work on Christmas Eve, I listened (only listen, never speak) to my co-worker's all talk about how Tyler Perry just couldn't be gay because he was a "Man of God". Then they followed that with if he was gay he was surely going to hell. Now mind you these 3 women, all have multiple children, have never been married and are currently living with some man who may or may not be their baby daddy. Before I could begin to rip my ears from my head in disgust, they changed the subject. Thank God. To you know what? How ugly Beyonce is. I clearly, can't win for loosing.

So right before i was about to add them to my "The Crazies" List i realized something. It hit me right there, harder then Ike hit Tina.

"Jonathan, you've taken 2 psychology classes. TWO! Your not a fucking psychologist. Just because you can't wrap your mind around how ridiculous some people's opinions may appear to be, doesn't mean their crazy."

Well ain't that some shit. I've always tried to over analyze everything and everyone. Why people think the way they do. Why people do the things they do. Why people make such careless decisions when the consequences are clear as Ricky Martin's sexual preference. Well, my New Year's Resolution is to STOP. Stop over thinking everything and trying to understand everyone. Because your not. Your not going to understand everything!

Your not going to understand why people lie about things they have no reason to lie about.

Your not going to understand why people are so sneaky and vile.

Your not going to understand the concept of jealousy.

Your not going to understand how someone could stay awake during a Keri Hilson performance.

Your not going to understand why some people who are average everyday common folk think....they're a celebrity.

Your not going to understand how bad someone's eyes have to be to make a comment like "Precious is beautiful." And then keep a straight face.

Your not going to understand why children cry for no reason in public places, and the parents act like they don't hear it, but look at you crazy when you give them a look like "BITCH! YOUR CHILD'S CRYING IS RUINING MY LIFE!"

Your not going to understand why the guy on the motorcycle yesterday drove behind you flashing his high beams off and on for 10 minutes before you slammed on the breaks and he flew off the road into City Park somewhere.

Your not going to understand why girls are STILL, two years after Single Ladies came out, wearing leotards to the club like its an outfit. (BTW, Beyonce called. She's mortified.)

Your not going to understand why Rihanna won't look in the mirror and realize that red clown hair is absolutely wretched. And it's even more wretched, on these girls who they try to mimic it.

Your not going to understand why Amerii is still trying.

Your not going to understand why people would think it's OK for Mike Vick to have a dog. Um, HELLO!

Your not going to understand how OJ Simpson killed Nicole, and got away with it, then wrote a book about how he got away with it, and STILL has gotten away with it.

I digress.

This list could go on for days. So I'm done. I'm done trying to make sense of everything. All I'm going to do is drive myself mad. And I've already got a few marbles missing, Lord knows i need the few i have left. I'm just going to take Tupac's advice.





A friend (who actually got her psychology degree) told me the other day

"Crazy people think everyone else is crazy."

And it makes a whole lot of sense. Got that Kanye?

Why Every Woman Should Be a Gold Digger.

It never fails, every Sunday night at 9 pm when Real Housewives of Atlanta comes on Kim becomes a trending topic. Shes a hoe. She's a home wrecker. She's a gold digger. She can't sing.

Guess what. Kim is RICH. She's the only bitch on that show who's car hasn't be repossessed or had to move out of her house to a "new" home. She's driving around in a Range Rover AND a BENTLEY. Do you know why? Because Kim knows what you young kittens are going to go crazy trying to figure out. Kim knows the formula. You stick with the rich, and you reap the benefits. You think Kim CARED that Big Poppa was married? Why would she? How about this question... Do you think Big Poppa's wife cared that he was fucking Kim? Of course not. Why do you think its been going on for 3 seasons. If Kim is driving around in a Bentley, what do you think his WIFE is driving? Go have a seat. Better yet, go take a ride in your corolla and ask yourself what your doing wrong in your life.

Am I a bad friend?

I've always said that when people tend to loose alot of friends, it HAS to be them. Now I'm wondering if that's really the case.

I went to an all boys school where brother hood was taught to be one of the strongest bonds. I never took that serious, because honestly, i've always thought niggas were shady creatures. Maybe thats my 1st problem. But i had friends. We had our group. And for the most part, even in our adult hood, we are all still friends (except for 1 who always proved to be a shady character from the beginning). Of course we don't hang out every weekend and party all night anymore, but at any given time we can pick up the phone and call each other. Therefor I've always considered myself a good friend to them. Especially seeing how I'm always the one that everyone picks up the phone and calls 1st for advice. And i listen. Even when its the same story. For the 12x. And still give the best advice i know how to give.

It wasn't until college happened that i began to question how loyal of a friend i was. I've lost many friends throughout that period. Now granted some of them were due to life style differences and moving, and things of that nature, but some of the friends were friends that i really considered to be my "BEST" friends as some point in my life. Maybe i use that word to loosely. But i did see us being friends forever.

Now 1 friend, the one who i was really close with, simply stopped talking to me once in a serious relationship. I'm sure there is some background to the reason that i still don't know about. The confusing part is that as long as we had been friends, we had a very open line of communication. If we had a problem with each other, or something the other did, we talked about it. There was never an issue that we couldn't talk about. So when this last issue, whatever it may have been arose, and we didn't talk about, they just cut me off, no reason given. It made me question myself. I reached out to them numerous times. I put my pride aside and called repeatedly. No response. No returned phone call, no returned text, nothing. What did i do? Or what did he think i did? Did i wrong this person in a way?

The 2nd friend, for lack of better words, was just a complete psycho-path. And we had been friends the longest. Life slowly turned him into a person nobody in their right mind would ever want to be around. He was a miserable soul, and I've always known it, but i dealt with it anyway because he was my friend. People would always ask "HOW are you friends with someone like that. He needs help!" But he was my friend. You accept them for the good and the bad. Right?

We eventually parted ways. I got sick of his misery, and he got sick of me challenging his ridiculous opinions. The strangest part is, when i see him out, nothing in me even remotely wants to be their friend again. I don't hate them, i just have absolutely no desire to be their friend again. When people ask about them, and i say we don't speak anymore, they don't even ask why, they just laugh because they already know he's a nut. I guess its strange because i always told myself you accept friends for who they are. I guess i couldn't accept him. It goes back to my blog about me being judgmental. So again, does that make me a bad friend?

I was told a long time ago by someone who i deem as very wise that the older you get the less friends you'll have. And it seems like that is coming true. I just never saw that for myself and my friends. I know this may be a little silly to some people but to me friendship is about as serious as a boyfriend/ girlfriend. It's a relationship. Just because you may not be physically intimate doesn't make it any less intimate. And just like you would want to be the best girlfriend, or boyfriend you could be, i want to be the most loyal friend i can be.