Stormyweathers25 Is it possible for people to stop sending me messages that tell me I am sexy. It will not make me want to talk to you... - Nov 09 add/view comments (0)

Lately I have tried to understand what goes on in relationships between a man and woman. No I won’t point fingers because women and men engage in the same risky and thoughtless tactics. I guess my real question is will I EVER be in a relationship that works for him and I. Someone who I will maybe come home to and be happy to see his face. Or even if he walks in with anger written all over his face I know to ask direct questions and just understand that perhaps he needs his space. Will I EVER develop a bond so innocent yet so strong that when one passes one of us feels that life cannot go on. Will I get flustered and worry about my words in the beginning. Or maybe just maybe I will find this man who understands that not all women are the same. Perhaps he will make mistakes I will make mistakes but we are just that prepared that we will try to work it out. Will I? Will I? I mean will I ever truly ever feel like marriage and the future will be for me. Because Lord knows, I believe I’m one of the few who just can’t seem to grasp the concept. 

12/5/08

I’m not sure what to write as I sit here 2am in the morning. But I think its time for some new positive words. Not so much words of wisdom but words to think about and wrap you gears around.

I wish men were a bit more honest…I wish woman were too. If we all kept things clean perhaps the pain of love would be no more. I can’t shake the tremble that I get when I think of the pain we inflict on one another.

I guess I wish Blacks (I have no clue what to call us anymore) would help one another. We are quick to judge and pick and demand of our fellow  inhibitors. That one’s ugly, that one is fat, that one is stupid…and so forth. Really?  What has deemed some so special and so superior. Everyone is special, but special in our own way. So at the end of the day you can’t be more special than that person…for they are not you. I guess I’m just tired of peoples insecurities. Trust me when I say I have walked the path….its not fun nor rewarding. When you get to the end you feel like you lost a lot. If I ask a favor of all…I hope some will take heed.

Favor: Can we begin this process in light of a new president to begin to see each others as sisters and brothers. To see the personality and the charm or the wittiness or the intelligence or the craftiness and creativeness. Instead of being jealous or envious can we ask how can we learn and become one too? Can we teach our children that yes we are different but fight for the same things at times. Can we think that our people are better than what they have become.

So here I begin again. Trying to understand why I bring myself back to things of this nature. At times I’m tired and often drained but something keeps enjoying this interaction.

You may cross with people of your taste…ever so succulent and delectable.

OR

You may cross with unfamiliar senses and urges. Stormy is the name I was given by my parents. Yes, you this is my birth name.

I won’t lie to you and say that I am not like most women. For all of us are human, therefore anything is possible. However, I don’t like to compare myself to other species. I am who I am. I have flaws and faults. I’m talented and dabble in many things.

This year, I don’t mean 2009 as most do, I have set some goals and in time hope they are accomplished.

I’m on a mission to lift people out of the trenches; especially our youth. They are lost and being raised in a society that thinks too little of them. I demand change because that is the only way a new horizon can be available. I won’t take no for an answer and I don’t care where you came from as long as you understand where you can go.

I enlist my men to the men you read about in history books. To take care of your responsibilities to be everything and anything you can be. To never give up and stray from your fundamental goals, no matter the situation.

I tell my women to raise your heads high and understand your wealth and power. Queens of the ages and never slaves to a greater world. Teach and give to others. The most precious gift you have obtained is your most dangerous weapon, why risk it?

I’ve moved down from my soap box Please feel free to make conversation with me. I will do the same.

Colleges and Universities

Schools