Life has a hell of a way of teaching you valuable lessons. This female has proven to me that there are in fact haters who will attempt by all measures to bring you down. But because I am drenched in an abundance of love and support from my loved ones; Haters will NEVER prevail.
I received word late last night about this disturbing post single black female decided to showcase on her myspace to all 3 of her friends. It’s her version of the trip to L.A. Now keep in mind this trip happened nearly two months ago and has since been long forgotten. You count your loses and move on.
At first I was going to post my rebuttals to each paragraph of madness. But since she’s so far gone and it’s so damn obvious. I figure I’d lead by example to just show the world the facts and omit my opinions. I could waste energy talking bad about this female, but again her current state of living speaks much louder than any words I can say.
Here’s her words cut and pasted from her post.
A few weeks ago I went to L.A. I despise the people of L.A. The city is old and overridden with crime and everyone there puts materialism over anything else. I used to know a girl who lived out there. She invited me home with her for Thanksgiving and then again for Christmas. The third time, I accepted. I can honestly say that I've never seen so many ugly, stupid people in one room until I spent an evening with her family. Her mother leases a car that she wouldn't be able to afford under any other circumstances and her father, an overweight janitor who mooched off of her mother for close to 30 years passed away suddenly a few months before. After he passed away her brother decided to spend every waking moment smoking as much weed as humanly possible while her mother shut herself in the back room like a recluse. She is probably trying to come to terms with the fact that she wasted her youth living with someone she no longer loved and didn't even like.
So I flew out L.A., and the first thing her brother wants to do is smoke-up. She goes into the backroom and falls to sleep. The second day I'm there she wakes up, gets high, talks on the phone for hours and then we go to the Beverly Center. We stop at Macy's where she proceeds to go directly to the juniors section and then states, "Oh, we don't have time to go check out anything in your department." We would have had time if she wasn't stoned most of the day and talking on the phone. That same night she leaves me with her pretentious mother to discuss politics while she goes out to have drinks (and possibly fuck) some guy that uses her to get his rocks off whenever she comes home to visit. While she was gone I hung out with her brother and her new best friend who assured me not to take the situation personally because; "This is what SHE always does, that's why her friend Regina was so pissed when she come out to visit."
I went to bed and woke up the next morning determined to leave. Little did I know that the previous night was spent with her, her overweight pot-smoking slacker of a brother and her overweight school-for-life-self-righteous-bitch of a friend discussing my mental state. I didn't find out about this conversation until later. Apparently their perception was that I was being too co-dependent. So let me get this straight, I'm too co-dependent on a person who invited me out to a strange city and then insisted that I stay when I offer to leave and get a hotel and a car to show myself around. Well, excuse the fuck out of me for being to co-dependent! I spent the last two days in that house surrounded by morons who watched ESPN nonstop and bragged about different celebrities they met in various coffee houses and malls in the Los Angles area. Her little brother actually said "My mother has money didn't you see her Jaguar?" Sure, I saw the leased Jaguar and the financed big screen HD television. Sorry if I'm not impressed.
By the end of that trip I had an epiphany. I realized that this girl was never my friend. My social awkwardness made her feel better about herself. Maybe she just used me for my weed. I remember defending this "friendship" in college to my friends and family members, even some of the men I fucked. One guy actually accused me of hanging out with her because she was "ugly" and it made me feel "better about myself." Ha! This is what happens when a dark-skinned, big-lipped, ugly person is boosted with too much self confidence. I blame her parents.
I think I could have gotten over the fact that I wasted 300 dollars on a trip and only saw the inside of someone's house but I can't get over the fact that this girl chose to participate in a conversation with these people discussing whether or not I was crazy while I was sleeping in the next room. She forgot that I was the one who packed her bags and drover her to the hospital once she realized that her father was dead and gone and never coming back. I'm the one who told her the truth about the guy who's pushing 60 and only using her for sex while her other friends (L & L) waited for her to leave the room and then said "it must have something to do with the loss of her father…" Her Father, whose rotting maggot invested corpse, must be rolling over in his grave in light of her recent life choices.
What have I learned from this? In retrospect, I don't feel I wasted money going to L.A. I feel like it was money well spent on a valuable life lesson. It is impossible for someone who is so selfish and so lacking in moral character to be a good friend to anyone. I would have paid a million dollars to see that girl's true colors. I am done wasting time and energy on shallow, self involved stupid people.
I am amazed at the level of wasted time and energy that went into this post. You thought your evil and malicious words could hurt me. But the only message conveyed to me is:
You need a hug from a maternal influence.
You need a shoulder to cry on from a true friend.
You need someone to give you the attention you’re so thirsty for.
You need some good loving from a great guy.
You’re full of jealousy and envy.
One of my many fond childhood memories...Every Christmas was a joy. (That's my little brother)
I love my family!!!
Single Female's Childhood
Me as a child
You as a child- The Little one with no shirt on
YES THESE PHOTOS ARE VERY MUCH REAL AND TRUE. SINGLE BLACK FEMALE IS 2 YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME. SO, YES THOSE PHOTOS WERE TAKEN SOMETIME IN THE 80's.
Oh the truth really hurts. It's so sad you had to go on your childish rants and make up things to feel better. I have every right mind to file a lawsuit against your ass for defamation. But neither you nor your family have any valuable assets.
P.S.: I find it very ironic that she keeps calling everyone "overweight" yet she weighs over 200lbs.