Was talking to a friend earlier about how picky he is with choosing friends and that he keeps a only a small circle. Based on the fact that we talk virtually everyday I'd say it's safe to assume I'm on that list. But I jokingly replied "I'm not surprised by that, no surprise I made it tho haha". What his explanation was made me really think (and laugh):
"Well Charles...you're a real bitch...I respect that...and when I say bitch...I mean that with the most respect."
Now I've never been one to accept someone calling me a bitch. I don't even like it when my friends use it as a term of endearment. I always take it to offense. No matter how "flattering" someone tries to make it sound I refuse to be called one. Plenty of people have tried to tell me it's ok to be called a bitch. Yea I know, that's the new "thing" now. But this is my thing...if I tell you I don't want to be called one, don't I have that right? And if you insist on calling me one then I do have the absolute right to get upset. Well anywho, for some reason, this time I just took it as another funny way that a friend described me. But it made me think. Am I getting over this ideal the bitch always has a negative connotation? Probably not. I guess I didn't take it in a wrong way because I'm used to being called a bitch right after an action. At the point in time I hadn't done anything though. I think it was the mystery of the explanation for my new title that made it acceptable. Mystery always intrigues me. I'm sure if he calls me a bitch tomorrow I'll catch an attitude though.
it's been real luvs --->
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