10 surefire ways to get your text message ignored by me

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Lately, I’ve been running into this endless barrage of people complaining to me about not responding to their text messages, or just complaining in general that I don’t text back.  Most of the time, I check the text while I’m in the middle of something, so the notification gets cleared, and then I forget to respond until another person sends me a text message.

HOOOOWEVER…

There are occasions where I purposely ignore text messages, because sometimes you just can’t or don’t want to respond due to multiple reasons. But if you find yourself in the situation where I haven’t texted you back, and you do one of the following, you can best your silly ass head that I won’t respond.

  1. Responses that do not keep the conversation going.

  2. Texting me on my phone then sending me a message on Facebook or some other form of messaging app to “make sure I got it”.19153610_564816044966_6050345761592311808_n

  3. Text messages that shows your serious displeasure with me in some form.

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  5. Sending multiple texts that say the same thing over and over when it hasn’t been longer than thirty minutes.

  6. “Heeyyyyyyy”, “Hey Big Head”,  “Hey, long time no talk” or any other form of the “I’m lonely and bored and now I’m trying to slide in your DMs” phrase.

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  7. Passive aggressive messages like “Well, I guess that’s a no” or “You don’t want to talk to me anymore?” or “Hellooo??”

  8. Sarcastic messages used in bad taste.expecting-a-reply-back

  9. Commenting on my FB or IG posts to see if I respond there (especially if I respond to other people and not you).

  10. and Generally, just being annoying.

 

Some of y’all deserve to be ignored.
/RANT

The Tinder Experiment (update)

It’s been about 4 days since the start of this experiment and I will be totally honest;

THIS IS A BAD IDEA

The original rules were too restricting and just made me want to swipe more, unmatch unnecessarily, and just freak out in general when I wouldn’t get a response when I felt like I should have.  So, there have been some changes made to the rules.

For those who can’t remember or just don’t know, here are the rules (updated rules in bold):

  1. Only have a conversation with 3 people at a time. 
    • If I am having genuine conversation with all 3, I can not swipe any more to attempt to match with additional people. 
  2. Being that people don’t always auto-match with whomever you swipe right on, I’m giving myself up to 5 right swipes in a 24 hour period. (I will be working on the Honor System lol).
    • The 5 right swipe rule may cause some problems being that if I swipe right 5 times and they all end up coming back as matches.  If this ever happens, at that time I must make a decision on who I want to focus on and unmatch the other people.
    • However, if one of the 5 matches messages me first, I must respond to them.  I can still keep the other matches in my queue at that point, but I must make a decision on if I will pursue further within a day.
  3. I cannot swipe right on someone with no details in their “About Me”.
  4. I’m able to swipe right on individuals who have just one sentence in their “About Me”, but it has to catch my eye and not be some boring ass shit.
  5. If there’s any doubt on the person I’m looking at, I HAVE TO Swipe Left on them.  It could be the sexiest person in the world; If there’s doubt, swipe left. (Reason being is because that doubt will cause me to continue swiping, sequentially breaking my first rule. Especially if I run out of right swipes for the day).
  6. If I match with someone, send a message, and no communication is made within 24 hours, I am free to unmatch, and continue to swipe right and start another conversation.
  7. Once there has been three consecutive days of no contact even after having genuine conversation, I MUST unmatch to keep things tidy and avoid conversing with multiple people at the same time.
  8. I can unmatch at any time.
  9. Messaging someone multiple times to get their attention is not allowed. If you have responded already, you have to wait. They must respond on their own free will.

Current issues I’ve run into

Anxiety from waiting to see if the person responds. Especially if they take a super long time. This is why the change was made to rule 1.

People who are clearly just “looking for friends” (normal or fwb). Am I auto left swiping these guys or nah? (I still haven’t made a decision on this. I may swipe right now since I’m giving myself 3 conversations now)

Accidental right swipes. (Do they count?)

Unmatching just for the sake of moving on so you can get to other matches quicker; Which sort of circumvents the process here, but also allows you to talk to someone that genuinely wants to talk to you rather than people who use Tinder as a time passer.

Unmatching seems like you’re doing a bad deed. Its very hard, especially if the person seems nice.

Pet peeves

(you know, since I’m actually paying attention to profiles now)

EVERYONE’S a young professional. 🙄 Jesus, use a better phrase to describe yourself.
(Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being a young professional, but at this point just tell me what you do if you want people to know you have a decent job) 

A lot of people love to hike or work out.
(This is no longer an indicator of if I’m attracted to you or not)

Nobody really knows what they want
(Even myself)

A lot of people seem to thing that filling out the “About Me” is trivial…

I think I’m expecting too much. Lol

 

All in all…

I think I’ve matched with about 6 people since starting this. 1 unmatched me (probably an accidental swipe right, lol). I unmatched 1 (due to the 24 hour no response rule), and another 1 I unmatched even after having ok conversation with, but I felt like he was just bored (maybe that one was a mistake).

The other three, well, I’m talking to them.  Nothing exciting to report though.  I’m working on weaning myself off of the application due to the fact that I don’t want it to start controlling my life.  I have a lot of free time so it’s easy to get consumed into it.


Be sure to follow the craziness or lack of…who knows. All of my posts will be categorized under The Tinder Experiment so you should be able to follow each post there and keep up with if this is a major success or a total failure.

A Magical Holiday in NYC Bucket List – 2017 Edition

Anyone who knows me, knows about my slight (in the most gigantic of terms) obsession with the holidays. I have already started binge watching Hallmark Christmas love movies this year enough so that I’m seeing reruns and it’s not even Turkey day yet. I’ve been known to call myself an elf, and argue with people who try to tell me Santa isn’t real. The change of the weather to brisk, cold nights, fills my heart with joy and warmth. My home is usually decked out by 8 p.m. the day after Thanksgiving with Christmas joy and love.

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But this year, instead of Donny Hathaway’s “This Christmas”, all I can hear in my head is “what do the lonely do at Christmas (the most depressing and hated Christmas song in my repository)?” I’m seriously missing living closer to my friends and family. Even though I’ve been away from home for 5 years now in other states, this is the first time I’m not surrounded by my framily (friends that are like family, that it is not a typo), to bestow my Christmas joy on before traveling to NC closer to Christmas day. And I’m kind of tired of missing all the celebrations.  I’ve considered not making myself a Thanksgiving meal or even putting up a tree this year, and for me, that is blasphemy. I want to, but holidays aren’t the same when there’s no one to share your Christmas joy with. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve been a little lonely lately.

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However, this is my FAVORITE time of year and I just can’t turn scrooge. And NYC, in all of its grandeur and magic, becomes even more magical in the winter and holiday months, so I can’t waste this season. No bah-humbug here folks, nope!

So, I’ve come with a 2017 NYC Holiday Bucket list. I was inspired by one of my beloved Hallmark movies where this woman goes to a small town and creates a bucket list for her and her asshole boyfriend. Of course she falls in love with her childhood prom date or something and they kissed in the snow. I can’t predict that part, but I totally can the other things!! So I’ve created my own list and I am excited to share my journey with you all in this blog! So here goes in no particular order…

Holiday Bucket List

  • Christmas Tree Lighting at Rockefeller
  • Ice Skating
  • Going to all major department stores and looking at window displays
  • Ugly sweater cookie decorating
  • Create a holiday cocktail
  • Try a new cookie recipe
  • Do something kind to help a family/person with the holidays
  • Gift something to a stranger
  • Dress up in holiday cheer
  • Make a Gingerbread House with a new friend

I am really, really excited and feel this will make my Christmas heart grow 10 times its size, so watch out Grinch!!!

I want to invite you all to try a couple, all or make up your own list. And share in the comments. I love talking to you all, but you don’t talk to me!! Let’s all have some holiday cheer.

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The Tinder Experiment

There are a TON of “hook-up” and “dating” apps out there right now and it’s almost overwhelming.  I’ve been on many of them for the past 1, 2, 3…5 years, and it’s pretty much been the same thing over and over. You “match”, hang out, maybe even date for a little bit and then it never really becomes anything. Obviously, that’s not the case for everyone.  There are a few people out there who’ve been lucky enough to find their love using these apps, but see…

I’m different…or just like everybody else, depending on whoever you ask, I guess…

We see a smorgasbord of opportunity and the FOMO gets real.  The ease of swiping right has presented this conundrum of being able to meet the one you really click with, but then, you just don’t stop there. You keep going and keep matching and honestly just get the pleasure of matching with people you think that are attractive.  What’s the Pringle’s slogan? “Once you pop, you can’t stop”?  Yeah, that’s pretty much Tinder; For me, anyway.

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So, the experiment…

Match with one person at a time…

Yes…It’s just that simple!. Swipe until I swipe right and match with one person, and then genuinely have a conversation until I determine if they are right or wrong for me.  Easy enough right? OH! and I’m not allowed to swipe right on anyone who doesn’t have anything in their “About Me”.

Sounds like a piece of cake right?  Well….there are rules and the Official Rules are as follows:

  1. Only have a conversation with one person at a time!
  2. Being that people don’t always auto-match with whomever you swipe right on, I’m giving myself up to 3 right swipes in a 24 hour period. (I will be working on the Honor System lol).
    • The 3 right swipe rule may cause some problems being that if I swipe right three times and they all end up coming back as matches.  If this ever happens, at that time I must make a decision on who I want to focus on and unmatch the other people.
    • However, if one of the 3 matches messages me first, I must respond to them.  I can still keep the other matches in my queue at that point, but I must make a decision on if I will pursue further within a day.
  3. I cannot swipe right on someone with no details in their “About Me”.
  4. I’m able to swipe right on individuals who have just one sentence in their “About Me”, but it has to catch my eye and not be some boring ass shit.
  5. If there’s any doubt on the person I’m looking at, I HAVE TO Swipe Left on them.  It could be the sexiest person in the world; If there’s doubt, swipe left. (Reason being is because that doubt will cause me to continue swiping, sequentially breaking my first rule. Especially if I run out of right swipes for the day).
  6. If I match with someone, send a message, and no communication is made within 24 hours, I am free to unmatch, and continue to swipe right and start another conversation.
  7. Once there has been three consecutive days of no contact, even after having genuine conversation, I MUST unmatch to keep things tidy and avoid conversing with multiple people at the same time.
(Note: I know these rules aren’t fool proof, and there are some inconsistencies/contradictions, but I’m working on it!)

Most people, myself included, would continue to swipe right until the end of time and end up matching with endless amounts of people.  Then, in most cases, people will let them sit there and  just wait for their matches to fight for our attention until we find a worthy person to meet.  But that brings up another concern though.  There are SO MANY people on Tinder that nobody gives genuine attention because you have Jimmy, Timmy and Bob over there in your DMs thirsty as hell and ready to go.

This is a terrible approach if you want to genuinely and seriously date. So this is why I’ve come up with this experiment…and it’s more so a test for myself, really.

And yes, I know that the other party I match with will probably not be doing the same thing but hopefully I’m interesting enough to gain their attention, keep it and hopefully they’ll keep mine as well.  I don’t want to be 39 still swiping on these dumb applications because I’m worried about the next one.  I refuse!

But there are some possible/realistic setbacks…

  • I am at peak swipe mode while drinking and for you all that know me, know I love my beer.
  • I get bored SUPER easily, which is one reason why I continue to swipe even after matching.
  • I’m super picky. This could be a good thing, but also could be a bad thing.  Like, I feel like I’d stop talking to someone because I still have that FOMO looming. Almost as if I’d just make an excuse to unmatch and swipe on to the next one.

Sure, I already hear “Your first problem is trying to find love on an app! Go out to a club or bar or something”.  First of all, I am not asking for your opinion on this in the first place. I’ve met plenty of people out in public and it’s hard given the fact that people only want to go home with you at the end of the night instead of genuinely getting to know you.

So here it is…resetting my Tinder for the fifty-leventh time! Let’s see how this goes. Be sure to check for updates!

 

 

I am Not My Hair or My Edges

I love being Black. I love being Woman. The two together make me feel strong and powerful AF, and I feel great joy and pride to think about my ancestors and who they may be and what they fought for. I feel a strong sense of connection to other Black people, giving a nod, or smile as if I belong to a secret society of magical melanin. I  love all people, but I love my people in a unique way. We are a people of triumph. And black women, well, we come in shades, sizes, and shapes of wonder. We have learned to celebrate our beauty.

Well, kind of.

Like any group of people on this planet, we have adopted some oppressive beauty standards and use those to ostracize others, and promote unrealistic and unhealthy ideals of beauty. Two of these include hair and ass. Both of which I personally struggle with.

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This is an extremely difficult meme, as funny as it may be to some, because honestly, these both are hard for me, and one time, this may have made me feel depressed for days.

Today, I will discuss hair, in particular, edges.. Edges seem to be the holy grail of beauty in our community or the foundation of endless humiliation. For those of you not familiar with this seemingly very important issue, it is when you don’t have much hair or have some loss of fullness around your temple, sometimes even a little further back, often due to tight braids or hairstyles (especially when young), but also due to, and often complicated by, nutritional issues, genetics, medications, and stress. This can result in alopecia, specifically traction alopecia, but also often in combination with other types, if any of the factors are involved. You scalp may easily scar and this can kill the follicle, making it difficult for hair to regrow. Some women can do whatever they want to their hair and never experience hair loss, and some may have one hair style, med, or accident, that causes this to happen. Many times, it isn’t our fault, or we didn’t know better, or a well meaning hair stylist, over relaxed, too tightly braided, or over-styled our hair. And we all know how hard it is to sometimes correct a hair stylist, especially if you’re shy like me (I tend to just go home and cry when I hate my hair lol).

It’s not a fun thing to have. Trust me, I know. I have some hair loss in my temples. Additionally, if my hair does not remain braided or put up, I begin to lose hair in the middle of my head. I have been ashamed since day 1, when it started happening around ages 10-12. I wore styles to hide it (making it worse over time), I used sprays to make my edges look fuller, I cried every time I thought about it. Every blog, every joke, every rant about edges made me feel like a personal failure. Like I should have known better, prevented it, etc. I wouldn’t (still won’t) go to new hair stylists for fear of being judged (I had a wonderful stylist once in Charlotte who was so kind and actually helped stop future hair loss and now designs wigs for me). I would be scared to show my friends my hair. I wouldn’t look at myself in the mirror. And even though I realized there was treatment for this, I did not seek treatment until 4 months ago, because of the intense amount of shame I carried about my temples.

Why was I so ashamed? Well, men (who are going bald, which is baffling to me) would make jokes and comments on the web. Stylists put things about hair loss and who they won’t serve on their website. Websites talk about how Black women are losing their hair and edges because of their vanity. Everyone has a topical solution or a vitamin that will restore your hair, and every time it fails, you feel like you fail. And well, a quick Google search  shows the feelings about hair loss in our community, as we joke about anyone struggling with this.

 

These seem funny… I have laughed to hide my pain when these are posted or people joke, and I’ve learned to not take them so seriously, but they are emotionally damaging to many people.

One thing that really gets to me is the way other Black women talk about one another in this situation. We tear each other down about it. We humiliate one another. We act like this is the worst thing that can possibly happen to a person. It also seems that Black women are made to feel that this is wholly our own doing and we are failures because of it. What’s interesting, is when other women of different races have hair loss, there is a different take on hair loss. It seems to me that it is looked at as more of a medical issue; something to get treatment for, embarrassing, maybe, but not a telltale sign of your worth. I am guessing this stems from the complicated relationship Black women with have hair, which I believe pre-dates me and results from historical racial trauma and many years of internalized oppression. We have come to see our worth in physical terms and beauty as very one dimensional. Along with hair, comes the natural versus relaxed, weave versus non weave, the right way to be natural versus the not right way to be natural. I’ve been judged by all of these things – not natural enough, wearing wigs, too kinky of hair, all while dealing with this shame – it is difficult to be a woman.

As I mentioned, 4 months ago, I ventured for the first time to see a dermatologist after trying every remedy ever; a beautiful, smart black woman doctor, who had excellent reviews. And I muttered those words that I have been scared to tell anyone, “I have hair loss.” She took a look and I wasn’t sure what I thought she’d say, but prepared myself for a lecture as I’d received from so many other women. Instead she was the most reassuring human being I had ever met about this. She was compassionate, she didn’t blame me, and she didn’t make it seem like a big deal.  I was so ashamed I didn’t even once consider this as a medical condition, that would be covered by insurance. She assured me that it was, and that this was as real of a medical condition as any condition. She made me believe I deserved treatment. I didn’t realize that up until then, I truly believed I didn’t deserve treatment for my hair loss. It was another thing that I used to validate the idea that I wasn’t worthy or good enough. And so, I began injections, the standard treatment for alopecia of all sorts. The rest of my hair is luckily a big full kinky afro (mainly because I keep it braided – like I said, I lose my hair in the center of my hair easily), but I know that is just luck. It’s early, but the prognosis of my hair recovery is good, but slow, and I can see a little improvement. Had I not let my shame stop me, I might could have had better results faster.

Many women, especially Black women, probably know how hard it is to write a post this vulnerable and transparent about hair. I’m putting myself at huge risk of being ostracized and criticized. Maybe my future boyfriend will read this and decide to not be my future boyfriend. But I want others to know that those seemingly harmless and “funny to you” jokes might be hurting someone. It may be reminding them that they are not worthy for yet another reason. It may be reinforcing stereotypes of beauty. Also, really, is losing your hair the worst thing that can happen to you? I mean why is that even a thing? Men get to go bald and look debonair or distinguished (I admit to loving me a bald man). Wigs and extensions exist for a reason (for both fun and functional reasons – which I use them for both and probably always will, I don’t care what you think about me). For heaven’s sake it is JUST HAIR.

There is an amazing online website for women with hair loss. I don’t ever comment (yet, anyway), but listening to women – both in treatment and others just accepting it and rocking their hair bald or with extensions and wigs – has been eye opening for me. I remember one woman saying, after many failed treatments, said something like “fuck it, it’s not that serious, I’m just going to rock my fabulous wigs, because I am still beautiful. Life goes on. This isn’t the most important thing in life.”

Her stance is what I’m coming to adopt and accept in my life.  Do you think my courageous ancestors that walk with me are concerned about my edges as part of my life purpose? Do you think Harriet Tubman worried about her edges while trying to free slaves? I think not. She had a purpose to fulfill, a great life to live, people to help. And no one ever doubted her impact on the world. People write about her heart, her bravery, her convictions, but never her hair. And I’m sure men and women fell in love with her soul. And I’d rather have a full soul, than full edges. And maybe I can have both. And if not, that’s ok too.

So please, stop shaming other women about a medical condition. We’re all beautiful. Edges or not.

 

 

Knit With Love

I’ve gone back and forth in my head and heart about two things since “the breakup.” What to do with this damned scarf and what to title this blog post.

Options for the scarf:

Burn it

Unravel it in a fit of rage

Cut it into shreds

Hide it somewhere and pretend it never existed

Throw it in the trash

Send it with the most epic passive petty note ever written.

Finish it and donate it.

Don’t finish it and donate it.

Options for the title of this post:

What it’s actually titled or

Knit with (unrequited)Love

So first things first, I am well aware that knitting is about the most grandma hobby an almost 30 year old woman can have. Go ahead and get your jokes out of the way now. I’ve probably heard them all. I’m okay with it. While you’re laughing you should know that I thoroughly enjoy it. It’s therapeutic. And there’s just something about creating something out of nothing that gives me great satisfaction. It’s the same feeling I get whenever I grow a vegetable garden. “Look I made a thing!”

Long story short. Before I came to my senses and ended a terrible relationship that was sucking the life out of me, I was working on a scarf for the male counterpart in said relationship. I began this scarf despite his jokes about my knitting. I worked on the scarf despite him saying multiple times he would never wear it. I secretly wanted to finish the scarf in hopes of it being a way for him to see how much I cared and prayed that maybe, finally, he would believe it. I had a lot of hopes and dreams put into this scarf. Poor scarf!

About halfway through the making of the scarf the relationship ended. And then the question immediately presented itself. What to do with the scarf? I hid it in the compartment in my couch where I keep all my current knitting supplies. (Side note: if you’re reading this and wondering what to get me for my upcoming 30th birthday, some sort of knitting supply storage container or bag would be a lovely idea). I began and finished other projects. More than once I looked into the compartment and seriously considered unraveling the scarf. More than once I tried to throw it away. I tried to pretend the blasted scarf did not exist.

But, alas, the scarf is still here. But I have a plan. Thanks to an old friend who does great work every fall/winter collecting coats for the homeless people of Charlotte, this scarf will soon have a new home. I decided to just bind it off and send it away as is. Half finished, random hearts, spots that were planned for more patterns, and full of hopes, dreams and unrequited love.

But then…I still had the decision of what to name this post. I assumed there would always be a post about the scarf as soon as the decision to make a blog began. Knit with (unrequited)Love was always my go to title. Just seemed to fit. But then, as time has gone by, as my heart as healed, and as I have decided every thing happens for a reason and there is something to be learned from every seemingly terrible situation, I decided on the title we have. Knit With Love.

No matter what, this scarf was knit with love. Whether returned or not. I invested time, energy and a piece of myself into this scarf as I like to believe I do in all relationships, friendships and other areas of my life. Whether those things are returned or not I can not control. I can only decide to love. To love fully. To love completely. To love despite the times that it hasn’t been returned. I have decided not to let those moments of unrequited love ruin my outlook on life. I have decided not to become bitter. I have decided to learn from it and not let it ruin me. I have decided that if for the rest of my life I put out love and it is unrequited that at the end of it all I will not be mad that I loved without boundary and without fear. Okay there’s a little fear but that’s only normal.

So tomorrow the scarf will be handed off to my friend. Not completed but bound off with love. Filled with the hope that whoever receives it will, if even for a moment, feel loved.

The plan is to continue to knit things. Scarves. Fingerless gloves. Ear warmers. Etc. to donate next year, and for years to come or to give to people I like or love. Because even if it’s the lamest of all hobbies…there’s nothing wrong with knitting with love.

Oh, and Incase you didn’t know: