Inside the mind of Mr Prodg

So there I was on the other line with my homegirl, this chick call me and I told her that I would have to call her back since I had someone else on the other line. I don’t know what she may have been going through that day but my oh my, the chick started screaming and yelling about a whole bunch of nonsense. She ended the conversation by telling me that she could do better and my response to her was ‘ok’ and we both hung up.

Now, me saying “ok” was the end of it for me. I didn’t expect her to call me back, text or e-mail. My ok meant the end of whatever she and I was trying to build. It meant that much to me because she said “she could do better” and to me the minute you realize that you can do better, you just pack up your shit and leave. I as a strong black brother, I don’t have the time to waste on shawties who cannot make up their minds so therefore once I am out, I am out.

So two days later, I am getting a text from this chick asking me ‘if it’s really over?”. I mean, how am I supposed to answer that question for someone who told me that she could do better. She agitated me by sending this text. I wasn’t the one who said I could do better, even though I possibly could, but I would never tell someone that. It’s not like she hurt my feelings by saying that because she and I don’t know each other all that well, so I couldn’t possibly be upset at her for saying it. What I was upset with is the aftermath. She somewhat expected me to still be at ease with her after she had said all of this and my thing is, why should I try to maintain a relationship with someone who has already realized that she could do better. It would make no sense in trying to force yourself into something that would not last anyway.

So now here are her reasons for thinking she could do better: I am always busy (I can’t help it), she’s not my priority (I don’t know you all that well to give you that much importance), she doesn’t believe in what I do (you met me promoting my shit, leave me the fuck alone if you can’t respect what I do) and she feels like I should be texting and calling every second of the day (shit, I don’t even call my folks that often, let alone someone I don’t even know like that…get a clue shawty)…

So it’s been a year and counting and I bet she’s still wondering if I will ever respond to her text messages. I guess you should have never said what you said, hope you have found better.

Poison man…a buffet of goodness…drop your responses ladies. I am very curious.