PSA: Don't Be A Try To Hard Nigga

I'm in serious bitch mode right now for some reason...maybe because of the title, and the fact that my right leg is dead. Which I am about to explain:

So, once again I take my MARTA trip to school and try my best to be invisible. I would think that would be easy as we're mostly all black and tired looking people with other things to do, like read or listen to music. Not the case today. And on top of that no one even tries to THINK about helping you out when you've been picked as the day's target.

So I take the elevator up to the platform today because my right leg died yesterday. It was hurting after the show Tuesday and my use of heels, but it just completely left yesterday. I was walking around like an old lady with one knee. So I take a seat once I'm up there and look down and see a guy staring in my direction. I dive into my purse as quickly as I can so I can pull out my headphones and iPod or DS before he gets there. Not fast enough today. I put the headphones in my ears, hoping to deter him, but he asks me what I'm listening to anyway. Before I plug them in. Before I even find anything to plug them into. So I get them plugged in and he still tries to continue his convo. Finally we get on the train and I make sure he can;t sit too close. He still tries to continue the convo. We get on money. He asks me about the largest amount of cash I've ever seen, which my answer was iono for the simple fact that I worked retail during the holidays last year (all he got was the iono) . Who f***in knows? He decides he wants to show me something. I decline. Whatever money you've stolen or sold for I wants no part of thank you very much.

My point in that is don't be a try to hard nigga. Don't tell me you know what's best for me when you don't even know my name and therefore 'haven't' known me for all of 10 minutes. I don't need for you to tell me how much you would spend on my engagement ring, wedding dress, and honeymoon. The beaches we'll sit on and the bottles we'll pop. And do NOT try and show me a large sum of cash. I know I'm a tiny little woman but don't think I wont stick you for it if I'm hard up and need it. You can't impress me by trying to impress me. I promise you it NEVER works. The shit is annoying. I've been around way too many 'all talk' mf's, so unless I decide there's something you can do for me...just don't go there. Unless you have a job opportunity being a music producer, film or music video director/editor, author, or something else I'm interested in doing with my life you have nothing I want or need.

Or unless you're giving out no-strings-attached $100,000 bills.

Anyway, this story ends with either him knowing the next chick he holla'd at or his shit working on her bcuz I saw phones out. Good for them.

My bitch mode continued when I got mad that a lady hit one of my Jordan's while making her way to sit down on the trolley. It manifested itself again in the line for computers in the library again at two people, a chick and a guy. I'm not even going to repeat the madness at the chick cuz it was just retarded and pointless but the guy...iono maybe he just didn't know any better. Maybe I don't Whatever. So another guy goes for a Mac and comes back. They ask him if it was working. He says it not responding. The guy that pissed me off goes "That's because its a Mac." Now, normally nerdspeak doesn't get to me in the slightest. I just ignore it as nerdspeak and move on with life. But don't diss the beautiful library Macs. At least not today. I guess he missed his daily bj with B.G. Whatever. All computers and os's suck in some way.

Alright, hopefully my bitch moments are done for today.