Women are amazing creatures. A wise man once said that women aren’t half as smart as they think they are, but way smarter than we give them credit for. This elementary ideology, while confusing to amateurs, offers the clearest, most concise insight as to understanding the inner-workings of the female species. Contrary to popular belief, women are complicated mechanisms that take years of study to even remotely comprehend. & even then, with a woman, you just never can tell.
I have a mother, wife, daughter, & baby’s mother. Granted, even though they all have separate places in my heart, for obvious reasons, they all share the common thread; instantaneous insanity. For no reason at all. After 34 years, spending substantial amounts of time around females in one capacity or another, I’m still real sketchy on a woman’s motive(s), which may or may not be dictated by her abilities. In other words, you can cheat on & lie to a stupid chick if only because she’s probably not swift-minded enough to out-talk you, evidence be damned. Believe me, I understand; I’ve ridden that short, yellow bus once or twice. However, with a chick who’s somewhat cognizant of her possible superheroine abilities, that same reckless behavior may be a recipe for destruction. Literally, because some broads don’t play that. God forbid you realize such things after said love interest gets (accidentally) pregnant. In that case, Godspeed & good luck. Truth be told, it’s usually just easier to do right by the person you’re with, or not even be with anyone at all, but that type of advice is generally lost on cats when the little head is in charge.
It seems that there are those who are in love, & those who are in love with the idea of being in love (& those who couldn’t give a rat’s ass either way, but that’s for another post). Women, unlike men, seem to embody a healthy mix of the 2. Even your jump-off wants to be loved, regardless of how she let’s you hit it. & not for nothing, but it would behoove y’all young cats to know the difference between love, lust & stupidity, before it’s too late. That discernment can save you a lot of grief & energy, lest you’re a drama queen & glutton for punishment.
I was reading about Nas, & how his ex-wife is going around saying they’re still friends, even though she’s made it clear she has little to no regard for dude’s well being, & subsequently, their son’s. Whether or not he falls for it is a testimony to how strong her ‘tang is (or isn’t), but hopefully he sees this for what it is. I was in a similar situation, where I was rope-a-doped into a false sense of security, only to turn around & have Child Protective Services knocking at my front door. Craziest part of these extreme love/hate relationships is that the catalyst was/is, more than likely, something insignificant & totally avoidable. That same 5 minute period it takes to fall in like/love/lust, is the same 5 minute period it takes to hate/loathe/despise. Just saying. Kind of a “same thing that makes you laugh, makes you cry” type scenario.
I look around at the trials & tribulations my homies go through behind women, & I’m glad I’m where I am in the race. Say what you want, but the finish line is much, much more satisfying & gratifying than the 67% divorce rate would have you believe.