SHRUG It Off

Eh. This weekend was HU’s homecoming. And let me say, I am so over it. Sure, I got drunk off my ass on Friday. Sure I recovered all of Saturday only to go back out again that night. What? I had a new outfit to try out. HU’s homecoming is a funny thing. We go to these events, see people we haven’t seen in forever, and are forced into these how-have-you-been ackward conversations. This dude came up to me, really close. Like, uncomfortably close. His face was crazy familiar. Crazy I tell you. I might not remember a name, but I got facial recognition software loaded into my mainframe!

Anyway, this cat was so close that after he walked away the first time, my girl came over and asked, “Who was that man all up in your face.” By that time, I had figured out his name, we’d done the how-have-you-been tango. This guy and I dated. Yep. And since I didn’t initially know his name, I don’t know how many dates we went on. This scene was played out all weekend. On Saturday, I saw people who I’d been friends with. Good friends. But I let my eyes roll past them because I didn’t remember their names. On Sunday at brunch with the linesisters, it dawned on me that post DST, I didn’t hang out with those nameless faces in the party anymore. Which made me reflect on just how life would have been if…

Anyone who knows anything knows Howard, as a campus, dresses to impress. I read an article not too long ago that ranked my Howard University as the second best dressed school (NYU came in first.). So you know folks were rolling ‘dipped’. And not to be outdone, I went on over to the mall myself. I got some good deals. Good ones indeed. Cute as a button if I must say so myself. But. When I was malling, at every turn, the try-to-sell-you-shyt-you-don’t-want brigade of sales b*tches kept offering me insisting that I buy shrugs to complement EVERYTHING!! “You’ll take those shoes in an 8? How about a nice shrug to go with them?” B*tch DIE!!

Those who have never seen me, let me tell ya, I might have the oddest body to leg ratio ever. I have a short body. I have very long legs. Creating the illusion that I’m way taller than I really am. But this shrug is the last thing that a person with a short body needs to have on. When a person with normal body length wears a shrug, it stops just below their shoulder blades. On me?? Right at my waiste!!! Crazy right?! But I happen to know that all fashion isn’t for me. Trends change but all the trends don’t fit me.

I am glad the whole event is over. As I have gotten older, dealing with the conflicting personalities of friends is more than I can stand. I have a list of complaints to file. But let me first say it was great seeing everyone. I finally met my girl’s finacee. Finally considering they live right in B’more and I’m in the damned wedding! I met another LS’s man who, in my drunken haze, I knew I’d met before. After sobering up, I realized I know how I know him. He was someone else’s man. Small world.

Let’s get down to business. Why do b*tches jump all over what might be wrong? You have no idea what I’m talking about? In short, if a signif pisses you off, women are quick, especially broads who do not have and can’t get a man, to jump on what’s wrong. Quick I tell you. But as things appear peachy-keen, do they ever ask what’s right?? No, they always focus on what’s wrong. It’s like this. Let’s say you’re having a bad day. Your so-called friend rolls up to you, locks eyes and says what? “Is everything ok?” NO!! This so-called friend says, “Did y’all break-up?” Da f*ck?? This did not happen to me but I watched it happen to my girl and we both turned to each other and exchanged the, “Oh this b*tch right here is trippin’.” look. Is it because misery loves company? Or is it that some people believe that relationship issues are the ONLY things in life that could make you look somber. Cus for real, some days I just look somber because they ran out of the mascara I like! Or, could they want you to fail when you move to a different phase in life so that you end up right back where you started, with them??

People change. Change is…wait for it…I know you know the answer…Change is CONSTANT. We won’t always be the same girls we were in college. We won’t always be what we were back then. And who wants to be? Who wants to be the same thing they were that many years ago? Our relationships won’t be the same. Can they stay strong? Sure. But do they have to be? No. And as I get older, I’m finding that some personalities and mine, as adults, don’t mesh. And that’s OK. People have moved on from college. Got married, had babies, got different lives. They’ve progressed. And it’s OK. But I see that everyone isn’t making the transition so easily.

I look at my girl. She’s married. And I’m hoping they get to breeding soon. Are all of our friends as excited about the possibility of her moving into the official family phase of her life? No. Because they want her to stay the same because they are staying the same. But life doesn’t work like that.

Ladies, this ain’t Sex In The C*ty!! I do not intend to spend my life sitting around eatting with a bunch of broads, lamenting about relationships! Those broads were stuck in high school sitting at the lunch table. I’m not one of the sheep who adored the show. Nor am I one of the women who think my adult life should be like that. Do Ilike thw girls? Sure? But are they my end all be all? Hell, to the NO!!

It’s no mystery. I wonder about people’s motives all the time. But at the end of each well thought out assessment, I end at the same place. SHRUG. Because no matter why they do what they do, sometimes they don’t even know why they do the shyt they do. And for the moment, I give up trying…But reserve the right to over-think shyt on Tuesday!