A Man not a Boy

Fuck that shit, I was about to feel desperate and shit, pulled myself together, listening to Pitbull, Hey baby are you from ghetto, cause I'm trynna ghetto a piece of that CULOOOO, tmrw, I need to get shit done. So I'm mentally preparing for that, in addition to that a very juicy workout waiting for me. 

I'm even going out on Thursday, yea kinda of excited for that, "هعمل قلق في زايد" literally, "ربنا يستر", I'm picking out the outfit already, and how will I have my hair looking like. Tbh, I was not feeling the best today, but I'm not trying to let that happen tmrw, I don't feel sad, I just feel restless, so that's why after writing this blog, I'll be making a very juicy meal, chicken, some gravvvvy, yea I'm drooling already, afterwards, thinking of watching a movie next to some diet coke. 

I don't feel like writing anything today, I mean there's nothing specific on my mind right now, nothing that I want to specifically write about. Last night was great tbh, I spent around 1 hour just listening to Fairouz and enjoying the weather, I even discovered a new song that I had no idea existed "قولي احبك - فيروز", sensational, followed by "ابحث عني - ماجدة الرومي", and even when I'm writing this, I have my liked on shuffle, playing "Can't take my eyes of you - Frankie Valli.

 You know, let me share a little something something on here, I never wanted a man to look at me all in love and shit, damn "Blue In Green - Miles Davis" is playing at this very moment, so a man who looks at me all in love is nice, but there are things that are more important. A man who respects you, takes good care of you and embraces you, that's just another level. I don't care about the flowers you get me, I don't care about the gifts you send to my house, I couldn't care less, and no these are not the things that will make me "fall for you". "How people look at us", "could we even be something serious", "will I be proud to call you the father of my children", if no, then send as many flowers, gifts, flirt as much as you want, my feelings for you are not changing. A man, not a boy. I'm glad I got that out of my system. As I mentioned before, I don't really like talking about dating or relationships.

Whenever I speak with my friends, they always say, ohh he pays, ohh he gets me flowers, ohh he does this and that, but is he really a man. A man isn't just someone who respects himself, but respects the woman he has. Earns her, treats her, loves her. Truly. Relationships nowadays are so weird. Like me posting you on my story "ohh I'm showing that I'm in a relationship", Who cares?, But me posting you on my story should be about "hey, I love spending time with him, not Hey I'm with his chopped ass". I think things like that also need to be done, not "asked" for. 

I even hate it even more when a friend calls me to tell me about her chopped ass bf and how he cheated on her with this girl "يا جدعان ده احنا علي الله",bitch, wipe your tears, cry over something that truly feels like a loss. I always say "فيه ناس خسارتها مكسب".  A principle that I truly believe in. 

I don't want a boy, I want a fucking man. But, I want a mustang first. 

يا رب توب علينا و اصلح الحال