In a recent discussion with some brothers about…you guessed it…Relationships (Eh, Again? #Tragik!) I found myself surrounded by a group of Old School “Playas” ready to perform an exorcism on me after making the simple statement “I’m not interested in getting married.”
It started off with me minding my own business (as always). An older brother greeted me in passing, to which I humbly replied. Usually that’s as far as my socializing goes, but on this particular day the brother felt the need to speak further; and out of respect I agreed to partake in a few moments of his pointless rhetoric. We briefly discussed virtually…ALL black folks ever talk about:
Violence In The Community (What else is new?)
Sports (A topic I had nothing to contribute to)
Jobs (Because people love complaining about jobs instead of being grateful or leaving for better)
And inevitably…Women (Because somehow you’re less of a man if your life isn’t centered around women.)
All I remember is the guy saying “Don’t worry, you’ll find the right one & invite me to the wedding.”
To which I replied “Heh heh thanks, but I’m not interested in getting married.”
Now pause for a moment & imagine you’re watching that episode of The Boondocks where there’s about to be “A Nigga Moment“.
It was at this moment I realized I just winded this fucker up like a old German Toy Drumming Clown.
He did a 180 in mid-step and re-approached me with a glow on his face nothing short of Uncle Ruckus drooling at the opportunity to criticize a nigga (as if he isn’t one himself).
“Well hold on now young blood, you don’t never say never you hear what I’m saying…because you never know what life has in store for you in the future”.
Now, one of my biggest anxieties in life has been to challenge my elders, so even when I understand that I’m talking to an old fool, I try my best to respect the age difference, hence sparing the life of an old dragon. While his statement holds a degree of truth to it, I’m also fully-conscious of the antagonist-nature of bitter old people to assume superiority via seniority.
So I responded “Sir I agree, your statement is true to an extent, but you make this claim so confidently…almost as if to say I have no agency to govern my own affairs.”
Awww shit you’d swear this nigga’s dick got hard he was so pumped up now!
“WELLA I LISTEN HERE, CAUSE IMA TELL YA WHAT!..” He spewed in what seemed to be an impersonation of Foghorn Leghorn on crack.
“I know what you’re going through…still lickin’ your wounds from that chick who scratched up your car. But that’s ok, you just keep working on yourself & someday when you meet THE RIGHT ONE you’ll be singing a different tune, trust me on that.”
(Mind you this is coming from a man who is now on his 2nd marriage)
By this time more guys were circling around to see what the discussion was about. He preceded to tell me his romantic story of how he met the true woman for him after experiencing a rough divorce with his first wife. As noble & glorious as it sounds, I then had two questions for him:
1. Is a man’s only objective in life to find “The One” ?
2. Wasn’t your ex-wife The One? If not, why did you marry her?
Struggling to find an answer he completely ignored my 2nd question & called for reinforcements from the surrounding blue-pillers who were more than happy to support his playa-coated-simpism.
“Just give it some time, you gon’ meet a woman that’s gon’ put that good pussy on ya’ & have yo’ ass on one knee! Watch!” One chimed in as he “ah-hyuck”ed optimistically as only Disney’s Goofy can do.
“Mmm hmmn, or you gon put a baby in her & then what cha gon’ do?” Said another guy (who later professed that this was his situation).
Three-to-one I was cornered by The Simp-sons awaiting my response.
“I have a vasectomy. I’d like to see that happen.” I happily replied.
These dudes looked at me like they’ve seen a ghost.
“How many kids you got?”
The quieter simp asked
“None.” I said while cracking the top of a $3.00 bottle of spring water.
“Well that was a big mistake son, I don’t even see how the doctors let you go through with it.” The middle man announced.
“That is your opinion, but I have no regrets regarding my decision.”
After a moment of awkward silence I watched & listened to them squirm & struggle to prove their points & win me over. They exerted a great deal of energy trying to convince me that my thoughts will change; that I have committed a crime against my family & ruined any chance of “leaving behind my legacy”.
It was a this moment I experienced a surreal epiphany…
These men are domesticated sheep. They know nothing more than to be such.
These endless testimonials of wisdom & fulfillment from their years of slavery via holy matrimony & parenthood…it’s all bullshit they sell each other for external validation. This is a necessity for them.
I could hear Shao Khan in the background yelling “Finish Him!“.
The predator within me could sense the fear & smell the blood of my prey. It is at this time I am presented one of the greatest challenges any red pill man faces….not the challenge of winning a battle of mental gymnastics, but the internal battle one must win to maintain his own composure and refrain from completely beheading the vulnerable yet deserving blue-pill opposition (metaphorically speaking).
I had to decide whether to continue this debate & overtly slay these injured soldiers by exposing their reality, or retaining my humbleness & allowing the fools their ignorant bliss.
I chose the latter. Aren’t I kind?
I hear these same guys complain about their wives, girlfriends & children everyday like runaway slaves. Ironically they always manage to perform spectacular mental leaps & bounds to justify their miseries & head back to the plantation every night.
Maybe it was a good thing I spared them…Maybe it was worse? Lol who cares, to each his own. Besides, I find greater pleasure in utilizing more passive-aggressive methods like writing this blog. In the long run it has far more range to influence a larger body of readers than trying to debate with three miserable souls over who’s made better life decisions.
One thing’s for certain though: We should never say “never say never” because while it’s true that nothing is guaranteed not even that much can be guaranteed.
Take agency over as much of your life as possible.
Thank you for reading & enjoy your day. Peace & Love.
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