Letting loose

You ever had those days where everything and everybody can go fuck off? Yeah, having almost a month of that shit and the nigga in me that lurks in even the most reasonable black man can't take it no more. The last thing I wrote (now deleted) was called a rant when it was me expressing how I felt without any anger. That's not the case this time. And this is going to have a lot of profanity, so if you have virgin eyes, I suggest you look the fuck away.

Grandpa trolls: Old-ass, punk-ass, douchebag-ass, zero-ass nigga. You were sorry but you had to attack me for how I felt, right? Well, I had to block your ass because you didn't read the disclaimer, not because my "widdle feelings were hurt." This is what you call a rant and I've only gotten started. I don't even know him, nor have I seen him off FetLife, but he can still go eat a dick off the motherfuckin' principle that he disrespected me without provocation.

Swearing does not equal aggression: I take the most direct route in saying what's on my mind when it's on my mind. I have moments where I can say what I need to without swearing, but I can't help that every other word out of my mouth is some form of expletive, because that is how I speak when I'm with my circle. It doesn't mean I'm geared up to go break my foot off in somebody's ass just because I say "Man, fuck that nigga" or "Save me from the fucking stupid." I get pissed off a lot and I say all kind of shit that would be offensive to the sensitive and not give one iota of a fuck how they feel. Get out of your feelings.

Lack of unconditional acceptance: Short and sweet. If you can't handle somebody at their worst, you need not fuck with them at their best. Don't make people think you accept them entirely when you ain't no different from everybody else who claimed to take them as is and when the shit get rough, you ready to cut them loose. If you can't take somebody as they are, swerve off a cliff in a Convertible with no seat belt on. Seriously. Fuck all that cherry picking.

Chameleon people: What annoys me are people who cannot be true to themselves. The people who feel like they have to do what they think is expected of them in order to fit in. Like for example, I know people who force themselves to like what their best friend, partner, etc. likes and claim things they know they're not gonna claim when those bonds are broken. I hate when I can't see the real colors of these individuals. These people you gotta keep closer than anything.

Guilt trips: Please understand that this shit does not work on me and the fact that people try so hard to make me feel bad just because I forget something or make a fuck-up irks the living fuck out of me. Seriously, I do not function like the average human being but I don't use it as an excuse when I do wrong 'cause when I know I'm wrong, I admit it and move on. Swerve twice and miss me with the manipulative shit.

Pay Attention, I hate repeating myself

You ever have one of those days where the world can just fuck right the hell off and die? That's my day today. I'm sick of people. I'm sick of simple fucks in general. Need examples? You know I got them.

Stupid mutha fuckas that get in their feelings every fucking time I say something to them about how they make me feel. How in the actual blue fuck are you in a relationship and working on getting shit right, but you want to run as soon as a nigga tell you how he feels? Get your weak minded ass on somewhere. I am a mutha fuckin beast and you have known this for five years now. I have been this way since forever and I'm not changing. If you piss me off, I'm going to tell you, and probably in detail so that you know exactly what the fuck you did. Get the fuck out yo' feelings bitch because I didn't spare them before, I'm sure the fuck not about to spare them now.

Stalkers: Bitch, look. I got the mutha fuckin prize, if you must look at this like a game. I got the nigga you want. And do you know how I did it? By being me. I don't work for this shit. I don't chase niggas. Niggas chase me. It ain't just the fact that I make a mutha fucka moan my name and his eyes roll back as that nut comes out, though it certainly helps. It is the fact that I'm a grown ass mutha fuckin man and I act like it. I carry myself as a man, not a little bitch. I get shit done. I am the most dominating, arrogant, ignant, honest, loyal, caring son of a bitch you will ever come across. I am that lethal form of nigga you don't want to piss off because I don't scare you by appearance, it's the fact that I'm that rare breed of nigga that will fuck you up nine ways from Sunday, turn to another person, and smile like I'm not covered in your blood. And guess what, bitch, I got limited ways to handling stalkers. You stalking my Facebook pisses me off. Roll your ass up to this door and I guarantee you that the nigga you tried to play games to win will be the least of your worries, because you will have the most lethal beast in existence all over you like white on rice on a paper plate in a snowstorm

Bitches calling me for rides: Y'all seem to not understand that I work. Bitch, I have been in hell for eight and a half hours. I want a day to myself. I want several days to myself. Fuck, I want the next year and a half to myself. In short, calling me for rides every fucking day and night, does nothing more than piss me off. Nights like tonight, I'm not answering my phone. Why? Because I don't fucking want to be bothered. Damn. Can a nigga sit at home and take a drink in peace? Shit.

Cockteases: Bitch, you not giving up da ass. Why are you in my face? Do I really need to explain to these hoes that they are hoes and are to be used as hoes and nothing more. Oh, you want to show off that nice fat ass and talk dirty every now and then, but you not sitting on my dick. Bitch, I got a problem with that. I don't do overtly sexual flirting with just any random bitch or nigga I come across. And frankly, if you're a cocktease, you're a bitch. You're a worthless bitch. Slob on my knob like corn on the cob or get the fuck out my face.

Mutha fuckas withholding sex: Look here, mutha fucka, if I tell you I want sex, whether I said I want the dick or the ass, I expect to get it. I don't want to hear excuses. I just told you I want to fuck til I can't walk the next day and you just gave me an excuse? What kind of bitch ass nigga does this? Your body hurts? Nigga are you on your rag? If so, slob on my knob like corn on the cob and we can be done for the evening. Why the fuck is this so hard?

Niggas not getting sympathy cravings from the bitch they knocked up: Nigga, I ain't fucked a bitch in six years. I been in a relationship most of that time. So why the fuck am I getting your bitch's pregnancy cravings and morning sickness, and her fucked up high ass sex drive while you just sitting there happy than a mutha fucka? Nigga I'm straight miserable. I ain't craved fried rice this much ever in my goddamn life and you sitting there dumb and oblivious as fuck. You piece of shit fuckwad. If you don't get yo bitch ass up and cater to this woman you knocked up after I smack the shit out of her for getting pregnant by yo stupid ass, I'm smacking yo dumb ass for not having enough empathy to get all this bullshit. Passing this shit off to me and I ain't even fucked this bitch. Ugh

Fake ass former friends: Bitch, why is your name coming up in my life again? I gave your ass a pass when I let you continue walking upright. Now you in my life again. Bitch I will fuck your whole world up. I don't deal with betrayal well, and you are the worst form of traitor. You desperate pathetic man hungry bitch. I cannot express the depth of my hatred for you. You had a ride or die friend and you blew that shit for a nigga that ain't shit without me. Bitch kill yourself twice.And yes, I used the title of bitch a lot, because you are a bitch, and I don't like bitches like you, bitch.

Bitches that ain't about business: If there is one thing I don't fuck with, it's my money. If you go into business with me, be about your shit because I'm always about my shit. I will smack a bitch that's holding up my money. It's not that difficult. Don't assume 900 miles will stop me from reaching your ass. Stop bullshitting. If you're going to run a company, run that bitch right. You fucking with my funds means I might make a trip, ho. Get on the mutha fuckin job.

I think I'm done, but y'all get the point. I hate stupidity, and it's running rampant.

I'm the bad guy because I cuss so much. Fine, I'll be your bad guy.

Read that title.

Yes. I've discovered a new excuse. As stupid as it sounds, I encountered this shit.

So, I met this chick 3 months ago on a dating site and if she had read my profile, she would've realized that I cannot cater to people if they get in their feelings about something I said or did. I have no problem saying what I feel; which means if I think someone should kill themselves or if niggas are just one word away from me being on them like white on rice, I'm gonna let them know.

Also, every other word outta my mouth is some form of the word "fuck" or any assorted expletive. You fucking knew this, so why in the blue fuck does this shit bother you? It don't bother anyone else. When you messaged me about the content of my Facebook timeline, you should've known that was the wrong thing to do. You knew I say what I feel.

Like for example, had it not been for a fellow friend, the nigga you were considering collaring late last year? He was well on his way to getting his ass knocked around from one end of North County to the other. Yet you had not a single problem with me wanting to do that because last I checked, that's what boyfriends do; they are protectors from fuckery in all forms.

But I'm a villain because I do good in very bad ways. I'm the bad guy because I'm a foulmouthed motherfucker who also happens to be a large black man. I told you that I swear because that's how I talk, like many others.

I'm not the only big nigga you know.

But how in the rainbow fuck does this make me an aggressive person? Explaining to you that I did care about you and your well-being when you basically told me I didn't? How does that make me a bad person, even if I let my control on my rage slip just a bit? I hate when people try to play on the conscience I don't have.

Yeah, your whole reason for wanting to dump me was a complete farce. Just say what it was: that like everyone before you, you didn't really want me and you were incapable of accepting me as I am though. You didn't keep your word, but I'm not mad. No one does.

The real reason she wanted nothing else to do with me? Because I went off on and then proceeded to block some fuckwad old enough to be my father who decided to attack me just because I said that I didn't belong in a certain part of a community we are both part of that I'm still trying to navigate my way through after three years. I explained to her that:

1) That dude can kiss my ass and he's gonna stay blocked
2) What he did for her means nothing to me since he came across as a 50 year old troll. (Yeah, I troll but there's lines even I don't cross)

So basically, she let some old man come between us. But I'm the bad guy for not standing for his bullshit. If being wrong means not bowing down to arrogance, then I don't wanna be right.

People wanna make me the bad guy? Fine. I'll be every part of the villain you make me out to be. Just don't get in your feelings.