The Good Guys Make It Hard for the Bad Guys

I’ll admit I have a thing for the bad boys. The ones that are hard to get, can’t appreciate you, have commitment issues, and basically devalue beautiful women daily. Yup, I have a special place in my heart for these men and they know it and abuse it. After how I’ve been treated I should hate all men and never want to be in a relationship ever again, right?

Yet, somehow…all I want to do is push the bad, no-good dudes out of my life. Here’s why: I have some dope ass friends; the types of friends who will call me beautiful just cause; the types of friends who will not only drive out in the boonies to see me but pick me up from the boonies and take me to my next destination; the types of friends who suck at texting but manage to find ways to contact me when I need them around; the types of friends to give me the gifts of starbucks, hugs, and encouragement without me even asking for it; the types of friends who want to see me succeed and make an effort to be a part of that success. 

I am extremely overwhelmed with blessings. Though these are small things, they are huge and I have no way of repaying them. And each time I receive one of these blessings I smile and wonder why I waste any small pinch of my time with these immature, ungrateful, unappreciative ass bastards. 

Pardon my language.

My frustration with those boys who do me wrong is just at a new high. I love them. I wish the best for them. But they don’t deserve me or my time. That’s basically why I fluctuate between being cordial and ignoring negroes altogether. 

Each day, bad guys become less and less relevant. Thanks to the good guys I know what I deserve. Yay me!