I'm Just Saying.

I guess it's time I make a my true motives known. I have perpetrated the most diabolical of all schemes ever set into motion on the net. I'm surprised at my own audacity. I shock myself. The nerve of me to try to be a friend. You know, the honest, cool sister that just wants to connect with like minds. The tomboy that grew into a bonafide girl but didn't lose her edge. Yeah that one. That's me.

We used to be like that and I kinda miss y'all. We were all cool until we turned 10. Then my hormones kicked in, my body cut fool, and all of a sudden some of y'all forget how many times I out ran you playing police chase. How when we played "heroes" I always played Christy Love because she kicked butt. How I used to break the big worms with my fingers because you were too squeamish to do it yourself. How we used to jump our bikes over home made ramps. Skipped rocks, laughed, talked, fought... with and against each other, just hung out. I miss that.

Somewhere along the line we ended on opposite sides of the gender war. By default I lost you. You started looking at me funny. Stopped sharing things with me. Started leaving me out of stuff. Lost your minds when I rode my bike..... and I still don't quite get that one. You forget that I know how you think because we spent so much time plotting out our lives together. I know how you felt, be cause you'd tell me. We'd both stand there looking stupid because I didn't understand what the hell other females are talking about either. Let along do the theings they did. I can't wear makeup, hate fake nails, and don't even get the point of fake lashes.But I got locked out. My membership revoked, just because someone thought I looked kinda cute in a skirt. It's not like can blame you... during my exile I got to meet and have some serious conversations with some of these females. I still don't get it either.

Well the time has come for change. I now lodge a formal protest. I got kicked out of the club, I didn't leave voluntarily. I refuse to pretend that I did any longer. My brothers, and cousins, and few male friends that I managed to keep know this. They watched me go kicking and screaming as the rest of you shut the door on me. They let me chill with them but it wasn't the same. The male population stopped taking me seriously and I am not gonna take it quietly anymore. I still love gangster movies. I can still play one hell of a game of cutthroat spades. I've even seriously considered boxing so I could fight AND get paid at the same time..... that was temporary insanity. I'm not tying to work out like that anymore.

I wish it could go back to how it used to be but I know it can't. I am a tad bit too whiley and quite a bit of what I like would bore you to tears now. You'd probably treat me like a lady and expect me to be a certain way. It probably wouldn't work but I wish it could. I'm still plain ole Nessa. I miss just being your friend.