If you've not been turned on to this term yet, let me bring you up to speed.  The reference implies you are predictable and lack imagination.  No basic b*tch will be earmarked as a trend setter.  She will just follow the trends set by the other brave and courageous b*tches out there.  You know, the one's who are prolly bowed up screaming how "real" they are.  Because the only people who seem to use the term "basic b*tch" are the most ratchet of folk.  The one's who have a knack for creating false drama.  The b*tches who aren't emotionally intelligent enough to figure out putting your hands on other people in anger yields no winners.  These are the b*tches who greet their man with a flying soup can to the head or smother them with praise & kisses.....there's no in between.  Things stay extreme for the non basic b*tch.  The higher the up, the higher the down.  It could be a lack a maturity, an anger management problem, but it could also be a straight up chemical imbalance.  Either way, make no mistake.  The non basic b*tch lacks the ability to govern their own behaviors.  A non basic b*tch's world is combative, scandalous, erratic and crazy.  Because that is much more exciting, right? ​

The non basic b*tch does not have the capacity for loyalty.  She will destroy her best friend and she will stab her own lover while he sleeps for a perceived disrespect that may or may not have taken place in the real world.  In the non basic b*tch's mind, there are many ticks and booms.  ​People fall into the trap of thinking this is exiting.  Maybe it is.  For a minute.  It will wear you down quickly.  A non basic b*tch's shelf life is short.  She will have a high turn over in her world.  Friends don't stick around, lovers bounce, family relationships are rocky.  And she will tell you every one who leaves her life is a f*cked up mess, because she can't possibly be the common denominator, right?! 

​I'm a basic b*tch and I'm proud of it.  I'm not a mindless drone biting off other people's style or lacking imagination, but I like peace in my world.  I strive for it.  I am secure in who I am and what I have to offer the world.  I'm secure in what the world can offer me.  I'm confident enough in my value to know I can wear whatever the f*ck I want.  Target tanks on sale?  Yes, please and thank you!  I drink custom made coffee concoctions.  I love a good girl's happy hour.  I am consistent, reliable and dependable.  I take Zumba, pilates and yoga.  I love my husband.  We have date night every week (predictable AND romantic!).  I diddle with craft projects and attend Sketch and Sip classes at my local restaurants.  I know drama is great on TV and destructive in your real life.  I know how to savor the moment when life is good.  I employ skills necessary to resolve conflict in my life.  I believe if you have nothing nice to say, you should say nothing.  I believe everyone deserves to be treated with respect. 

​So, yeah.  Sign me up and make it official.  ​Basic b*tch reporting for duty and proud to wear the "uniform". 

​So, listen.  All this basic b*tch talk has me thinking.  It's only fair we dub the b*tch's who think making life harder than it is already is the epitome of iconism.  I propose we refer to that segment of the population as Spiral B*tches.  As in spiraling out of control.  As in spiraling down.  As in corkscrew brain.  As in watch this train wreck sabotage her own life.  Gurrrl, you aren't on the cusp of being an icon, you are nothing butta spiral b*tch.

This will likely be a continuing segment as I've observed so much on the road.  This will be the first article titled "What's With People on the Road?".  I spend a lot of time commuting.  I respect vehicles, I respect the road, I respect the law.  The rules and laws are there to protect everyone.  Today's article will touch on four way stops.  I will share two scenarios I see ALL the time. 

Scenario 1:  The person who rolls up to the four way stop & it's pretty clear THEY'VE reached the stop first.  Yet, they sit in wait as you pull to a stop sum 10 seconds later.  According to the law, they have right of way.  However, they give you the aggressive wave for you to go first, EVEN though that's not the law.  Look Buster!  You're not doing anyone any favors by forcing people to go out of turn.  In fact, you just confused the other two motorists who've now reached the same 4 way stop.  If you'd followed the rules, there'd be no confusion as to who had the right of way!  You will not get a thank you wave because you're mucking things up. 

​Scenario 2:  The person who rolls up to the stop AFTER you.  By law it's your right of way and you are proceeding.  Suddenly, they give you the aggressive wave like they're doing you a favor and LETTING you go first.  Look Buster!  You aren't fooling anyone.  This here is my right of way!  It always belonged to me.  Put your jazz hand back on the wheel.  You will not get a thank you wave because I have nothing to thank you for. 

​What gives?  Just follow the rules of the road already. 

I can not get into Snapchat!  Those creepy filters giving everyone n eye glaze similar to glaucoma.  The canned "costumes" you can "wear".  And why does everyone seem to think they're snapchat filter is original?  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I see it.  You're a puppy.  You're only the trillionth person who's shown me this like it's something special.  I can't even pretend like it's adorable or I'm interested in seeing more.  "Go away, kid.  Ya bother me." -- W C Fields

I am hardwired to celebrate.  I love celebrating.  I enjoy lifting other people up and acknowledging their achievements and successes. 

​I want us all to find something to believe in, something that brings each of us hope & tools for life.
​​I want everyone to enjoy their lives and be at their optimal potential to do that. 
I want all this and more for all of us. 

​                                  FIND YOUR PASSION!  Heck yeah!
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​But dammit, man!  The born agains beat you to death with their renewed purpose or cause.  "Born again" applies to every "reformed" type of lifestyle.  Religious, fitness, weight loss, smokers, clean eaters, vegans, ALL Y'ALL.  Just moderate yourselves.  Keep the fanatical, over the top preachiness under wraps.  Stop telling everyone else what they are doing is wrong.  It's pretty obvious your overcompensating.  You're trying too hard to convince us and YOURSELVES.  Just moderate and temper your style.  Stay humble -  do NOT judge another persons journey.  No, it's not your job to "get your message through to everyone".  If someone wants it, they'll ASK you for help or insight.  Trying to force an "awakening" or "epiphany" onto another person is not your call. 
​                                           Back the f*ck up.   

Because my parents do well for themselves, people tend to fill in their own blanks.  It's never bothered me since the one's who matter know the truth.  I almost didn't write this post, because when people fill in their own blanks it does not affect my reality.  I just leave them to their speculations and assumptions while I get back to living.  I'm writing this today because a friend zinged me with an assumption out of the blue and I realized WHY I don't bother setting the record straight.  

People don't really care about your truth.  They see the movie poster and think they've seen the movie.  That's about all anyone has time for these days and they fill in their own blanks.  So when my friend zinged me, I didn't correct her.  I was disappointed, sure.  What a shame it is I got a peek at some kind of misplaced, ill informed resentment she has towards me (you kids be callin it "hatin"). 

​My parents got to the point they are at the hard way.  At one point, my Dad held 5 jobs at once.  Later, he weaned down to 3 and maintained that throughout my raising.  My Mom was the brains behind the smart decisions they made along the way.  My parents hustle.  Not other people, they, THEMSELVES, hustle.   They always did what needed to be done to have a better life.  No whining, no complaining, no sense of entitlement, no overinflated sense of their worth.  Good ole fashioned hard work, elbow grease and muscle.  That's our reality.  We were not well off as I was growing up.  They are doing well now, but that simply means they are doing well.  That does not imply we share a bank account.  I've watched how hard they've worked my whole life and at no point have I mistaken their life position to be my life position. 

You work hard and do what you have to do to make YOUR life better.  I am a hard worker, because that's all I know and how I was raised.  Work hard, pay your taxes, look for opportunities to grow and EARN your quality of life.  Be of value.....be a contributor......be useful.  But, if you look at me/my life and think something else, I'm gonna go ahead and leave you to it.  I gotta get back to work.