She stood at the top of the stairs looking regal, hardened, yet still very beautiful. Her turquoise blue evening gown shimmered beneath the light of the chandelier, and her full, crimson lips pursed together in disgust at Charles. She used to love him. He stood in front of her looking equally stunning, though his broad shoulders now hunched over a little due to the weight of rejection, anger and sadness.
“Are you leaving me?! You think you can just leave me?! If it wasn’t for me, you would have still been schleping around between ghetto gyal, soon to be middle class, I wanna be somebody land.” Who the fuck do you think you are? I made you Barbie!”
“Thank you. I really appreciate what you’ve done for me, but I do believe you were duly compensated with all my middle class, ghetto gyal slow wine fucks, that you never could get from the stuck up bitches you were accustomed to. You remember them military bitches that used to direct ya ass in how to fuck them? I’ll say this relationship has always been a two way street asshole, and now ya just a dead end!”
Charles loved Bianca because she was smart, but smart bitches always said smart ass things when they were mad, and he wanted to slap the shit outta her smart mouth at that very moment. How dare she talk to him like that? As she turned to walk away, he grabbed her at the base of her neck. Immediately, that fighter ghetto girl came out, and she sunk the heels of her Christian Louboutins into his shoe, whirled around as he bellowed out in agony and punched him as hard as she could in the face. It was like one of those matrix punches.
He stumbled back slightly, but unfortunately, he had been too close to the edge, so he lost his balance and tumbled down. Bianca gasped. It was not her intention. Thankfully, the flight of stairs was only a few risers high. Though it hurt, Charles quickly recovered and stood up. He looked around on the floor for his pride, gathered his thoughts quickly and tried to catch his breath. He vigorously clutched his dickie and yelled up to her.
“Get the fuck outta my house you ungrateful bitch!”
“I’ve already packed asshole, you were just too busy to notice!”
Bianca walked down the flight of stairs, as if she had been Scarlette O’Hara from ‘Gone With The Wind’. Her shoulder brushed him as she passed, and she walked to the front door without looking back. As she stepped over the threshold, Charles shouted.
“Bianca, do you know all of the shit I’ve done for you?”
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
It was an excellent kiss off. She couldn’t have scripted it any better if she tried. There was no sadness, only prospects. He knew what he’d done, it’s just that he didn’t think she would find out.
Rejection is a bitch eh! We’ve all experienced it. At least I have. Too many times if you ask me. Rejection is like cake. You can get it any flavour, any size, any time, only difference is it doesn’t taste as nice. Matter of fact, it reeks and leaves a bad after taste. We get rejected, and we reject in turn and our sad little world keeps turning. The thing to remember most about rejection though, is that you will experience it, but the most important thing is how to move on from it and make it work for you.
I had an interesting pill to swallow a few days ago. Someone that I admire(d) told me NO to something that I (1) assumed they would say yes to and (2) thought they would like to share with whatever audience. They were polite with their rejection, but it was rejection non the less. I felt like an effin’ . It was like being a goofy teenager all over again. You know the feeling when it’s like your life will be over, because no body likes your sorry ass. I couldn’t believe I took it so hard. Let me tell you I simmered on that shit for a while. Now, I am a very reserved person, take my word for it. This blog and just writing in general, allows me to be. It’s very liberating. But normally I’m Tameka Kent. I usually never talk to people first, make the first move, or put myself out there. Not because I’m stuck up, or think I’m cute or some bullshit like that. 😀 That is all due to insecurity, fear of rejection and ma shame box very very small. Even on facebook. I have a really hard time requesting a friend, because I would be like “what if they give me that talk to the hand kind of treatment, and just leave it hanging? You know when they don’t deny it, but they don’t accept it either. lol 😀
I hate rejection. I am learning to deal with it better now. Even if I have to lie to myself a little, as to the reason why they rejected me or something I tried to offer, I try to give it perspective and not take it too personal. Maybe they are truly internally an asshole, and their rejection was just to make me feel bad, instead of a truly genuine reason,..ya know shit like that. Yeah they’re haters. lol 😀 I’m much better when it comes to dealing with no now. I mean we should all be more familiar with people telling us NO, you can’t have it, or NO, you can’t afford it, or NO, you can’t do that. NO is probably the first thing a kid learns to say, right after spongebob squarepants .
How I try to get over or deal with no, is trying to prove the naysayers or rejectors wrong. It’s sweet satisfaction to watch those people squirm when you do. If your man or your woman leaves you, for whatever reason, become a better person spiritually and emotionally, take care of yourself so you look even better physically and make ’em see they made a mistake. You don’t have to hate them, love them or forgive them, just move on and like one of my favourite rap groups said,..”let the bullshit blow in the breeze”. Become
Rejection is not necessarily a bad thing or a good thing. It depends on the source of distribution and the reason behind the dishing out, however, the handling of it is truly up to the individual it is dispersed to, and they can work the hell outta that rejection by truly using it as a source of inspiration to be all they can be. Look at this truly awesome blog I’m writing right now. 😀 All because some “^&**(@#” told me no.
Now because of the way I work and all the crap I am trying to do with my life, my weekends are never long enough. I have to be in full June Clever mode on the weekend with all of the washing and cleaning and kids, sometimes cooking, the whole shabang, so I get very very pissed off when I hear somebody outside saying “Insiiidee, Insiiiide, Insiiide”. Now, I have no problems with Jehovah’s Witnesses, I swear I don’t. I just have a problem with their timing. Always when I’m naked, which is normal when at home, or washing the dishes, or doing laundry, or cooking, or giving the kids a bath. I used to be the person who would actually stop what I’m doing and have a conversation with them, but these people have the worst timing ever. I now try to hide like a criminal in my own house, but that stopped working, because the kids would always pull back the curtains, say hi to them regardless of my protests and threats to beat them.
Kids: “Mommy, somebody outside to you.”
Tameka: ” How many times me tell areyou lickle rass fu top open back ma curtain and dem? Any body come to are you?”
LOL! I don’t actually swear at my children I am really a good mother. 😀 lolol
So I have accidentally figured out an effective way to reject unwanted visits from them. I was so frustrated a couple weekends ago when they came to the house, that instead of cowering in a corner in my skimpy blue panty, I went to my front door in said skimpy blue panty, and no bra, pulled back the curtains of my glass door, put my hands over my breasts and said
“Yes how can I help you.”
They got the hint immedaitely. This is my new plan of action. Nakedness scares them away, so imma work with that angle until it stops working.
Was this my attempt at giving advice? I don’t think so. I’m not usually very good at that. I just try to be a good example to my kids most times, though that last story doesn’t exactly add to the strokes on my ‘lead by good example chart’. I do my best though. 😀 What else can I say?