Man Of The Hour

There's always a point in your decision to say yes when you think to yourself "bitch, why am I here again..." 

That started for me last night around 11:45.  First of all, I dozed off twice only to be awakened twice by the sounds of my phone going crazy.  Each time, I jolted out of my sleep, read the alert, saw who was calling and put my phone back down.  However, I decided to text one of the missed calls back.  

"Sup," I said.  

"May I come thru," he asked.  

"Sure," I replied.  

This is someone I've been dealing with for quite some time now so I was no stranger to the routine of his late night strategy.  It's the same night after night; it's just a matter of if I want to deal with it.  Last night I chose to deal with it.  He arrived, we greeted each other and I proceeded to try and recapture my comfortable position on the couch that he interrupted.  I wasn't really in the mood for chatter but I entertained him nonetheless.  I mean, there's only so much you can really stomach when it comes to shit you've heard a thousand times.  And if I can be totally honest, I really don't care anymore.  I mean, the majority of it stems from untruths and arrogance.  

At any rate, we talked (or he talked while I watched tv) and then he asked me "you have anymore oil in your pen?"  

"No," I said.

"Is it out out or is there just a little left," he responded.  

At this point, I was actually pissed.  If I tell you it's out, what gives you the fucking right to ask me anything else about something that I own.  

"It's out out," I murmured.  

"Can I see anyway," he said.  I'm paraphrasing this because I can't recall exactly how he asked.  After all, it was midnight.

At this point, I'm genuinely aggravated because two things happened in that moment.  One, you completely disregarded my 'out out'; two, your tone seemed to suggest that I was lying about it.  Both of which were grounds for immediate dismissal.  And I don't know why I just didn't say no, but I gave him the empty pen and he proceeded to suck the barely there oil that remained out of it.  And of course, he coughed for about 60-90 seconds which annoyed the entire fuck out of me.  SideNote - coughing is not sexy or desired ANYTIME during that process.  If you're gonna cough, just say no.

At any rate, he continued to cough... I was thinking "yeah, just go ahead an cough with your mouth wide open.  No one cares about germs or even decency at this point. Why don't we just take a piss in the living room or in the kitchen sink for that matter."  

I was legit over it at this point... The moment he asked me for my pen, I knew that was the ONLY reason he even wanted to come over.  But if you're working like a dog all week, why are you asking ANYONE for ANYTHING.  You should be rolling in coins from BOTH of your jobs.  Hell, instead of having your hand out, why aren't you bringing shit to me? 

Fuck Niggas will make their intentions known very early just like he did.  What I should have done was asked him to leave the moment he asked for my pen.  But I allowed him to use it and I ultimately allowed him to stay longer.  And I feel really shitty for taking another L by even allowing him to cross my threshold especially when I know how he functions.  

I tell this story so that anyone who has a Fuck Nigga in their life or anyone who simply comes and goes as THEIR needs see fit can really read how dumb we look when we entertain dudes with one agenda - themselves.  We all have a decision to make.  And if there's no dick involved, it should be an easy one.  

Honestly...if you've been on the same journey with the same nigga or friend for years going nowhere, it may be time to change your travel plans...