I kno life goes on but that dont mean you cant put some money on a nigga books or sumthin.
I will reveal something in this thread... for those that don't read... forever wallow in muck.
This relates to work but it also relates to what you posted, when you stop being able to "give" and "provide"... nobody is going to give a damn, lol. Sad. (It might take some time but it'll happen).
You could be a nice, caring, smooth, mackin' whatchamacallit... but guess what.
The World Only Cares About What It Can Get from You
Let's say that the person you love the most has just been shot. He or she is lying in the street, bleeding and screaming. A guy rushes up and says, "Step aside." He looks over your loved one's bullet wound and pulls out a pocket knife -- he's going to operate right there in the street.
"OK, which one is the injured one?"
You ask, "Are you a doctor?"
The guy says, "No."
You say, "But you know what you're doing, right? You're an old Army medic, or ..."
At this point the guy becomes annoyed. He tells you that he is a nice guy, he is honest, he is always on time. He tells you that he is a great son to his mother and has a rich life full of fulfilling hobbies, and he boasts that he never uses foul language.
Confused, you say, "How does any of that ****ing matter when my (wife/husband/best friend/parent) is lying here bleeding! I need somebody who knows how to operate on bullet wounds! Can you do that or not?!?"
Now the man becomes agitated -- why are you being shallow and selfish? Do you not care about any of his other good qualities? Didn't you just hear him say that he always remembers his girlfriend's birthday? In light of all of the good things he does, does it really matter if he knows how to perform surgery?
In that panicked moment, you will take your bloody hands and shake him by the shoulders, screaming, "Yes, I'm saying that none of that other shit matters, because in this specific situation, I just need somebody who can stop the bleeding, you crazy ****ing *******."
"I don't get it. Would it help if I put on a lab jacket? Here, one sec, let me just ..."
So here is my terrible truth about the adult world: You are in that very situation every single day. Only you are the confused guy with the pocket knife. All of society is the bleeding gunshot victim.
If you want to know why society seems to shun you, or why you seem to get no respect, it's because society is full of people who need things. They need houses built, they need food to eat, they need entertainment, they need fulfilling sexual relationships. You arrived at the scene of that emergency, holding your pocket knife, by virtue of your birth -- the moment you came into the world, you became part of a system designed purely to see to people's needs.
"Here's that shit you needed. Now **** off."
Either you will go about the task of seeing to those needs by learning a unique set of skills, or the world will reject you, no matter how kind, giving and polite you are. You will be poor, you will be alone, you will be left out in the cold.
Does that seem mean, or crass, or materialistic? What about love and kindness -- don't those things matter? Of course.
As long as they result in you doing things for people that they can't get elsewhere.
in other words op... those chicks were using you as long as you provided a "service"... once your services stopped... you were no longer needed. The guy in the story with the pocket knife didn't know how to operate, the guy that needed somebody that could operate wouldn't care if they rolled up with a can of Colt 45, some Newports and THUG LIFE tatted on his stomach. He just needed a service. The nice guy in the story couldn't provide that service so none of his other qualities mattered.
When you're jammed up, you can't provide "services". Those chicks are looking for "service providers".
and for those of you who are the low man on the totem pole at your jobby job... you are that nice guy, who doesn't cuss that's in the story... they would rather have somebody that can operate, lol. That's why C.E.O's are crooked, they know their jobs better than all of the "nice and caring" people... in some situations.... your niceness, call Mommy every Sunday stuff doesn't matter.
... it's the reason nice guys finish last, they can't "operate" when they need to.
