Don't Come for Me If I Didn't Send For You

I am a Christian.

A very happy one. My faith is what keeps me from killing a lot of folks because I'm a messed up individual in need of a perfect savior. But what I noticed is when those who may not share my beliefs try to roll up on me like I'm going to cower and get flustered, they are surprised that I'm not the one. I appreciate everyone's opinions, but watch how you speak. Disrespect and lack of knowledge are two things that make me mad.  I will tell you how to get to the other side of the street with a whole lot of love and some saltiness

Real Talk 

My chariot aka Ratchet morning commutes

Every morning, I make a choice. Do I take the train or the bus. Am I in the mood for strange smells, Leroy Smith, Jones, or Williams selling candy; a manic OCD person having a meltdown in a crowded train car and mariachi bands serenading early in the morning or slightly crazy surface dwellers who fear the back of the city bus, big booty folks trying to squeeze into the seat next to me seeing my child bearing hips and thinking they can fit and my morning stalker, this lady who keeps following me all over the bus every time I take the bus even when it's empty and creeping me out (Sorry, girl. I'm flattered but I'm not interested). And driving is not even an option (I work in downtown perdition). So that's my crisis every morning.

Today it was the bus and yep my stalker is on the bus.  .  . I'm going to need some space, lady. Back it up.

Where I live. It used to be the hood . . .

This popped up one day!

So if you ask the recent transplants to my neighborhood, they'll tell you with a straight face that they live in Crow Hill. Crow Hill is basically Franklin Avenue from Easter Parkway to Saint Mark's Avenue in Brooklyn (That's like a five block radius by the way. So not a neighborhood!). So I like to tell people, I used to live in the hood, but now I live in a place called Crow Hill that's teeming with annoying hipsters who are trying to hi-jack my neighborhood instead of just chilling with us. No offense to you artists, but I'm not paying $2500 dollars for a one bedroom because you decided to leave the hipster mecca known as Williamsburg to move where rents were decent and to live your dream and thus spike our rents up because of your presence. Yes, you are so being screwed by real estate agents. When you walk into what you think is Crow Hill and you find out that no, this is actually Crown Heights and yes, some places are sketchy and the neighbors are loud and boisterous, you can't sit on the curb or someone else's porch (Seriously, you don't live here!) and we don't need three bars in a one block radius! I don't mind the diversifying of my neighborhood, I'm all for it, but don't come and take it over like the original neighbors don't live there. What is wrong with you? This isn't Manifest Destiny! Geez!!!

Rant over

She's Bizarre! (A Run Down About Who I Am)

Me? Maybe, Let me explain

So who am I and why am I writing this blog for the three people who will actually read it? (None of who will be Mom because she is not tech savvy). Because I need an outlet for my poor life. It's not as boring as I want it and I really have a lot to say. Sometimes. When I get around to it. So for the inaugral post of my invisible blog, let's find out who I am. A little. 

* Obviously, I'm an introvert. This blog will not be just about my tendency to be a hermit on the weekends and emerge when I need to refuel. Well not all the time. Some crazy stuff happens when I leave my apartment. 

*I'm female. I identify as a heterosexual female who has a tendency to gawk at hot Asian dudes and want to marry Bi-Rain in the next two years if the good Lord wills it. I'd actually settle for a look alike. And I have a tendency to alienate my friends because I'm also abstaining from sex until I get married. Yeah, read on about how I'm doing with that. .  .  .

*I'm Black. I'm and ABG and proud of it (Awkward Black Girl). I also have a lot to say about being Black in the US and abroad since in about three months I'll be in Europe on a missions trip. Yeah. That's going to be on this blog too.

*I'm doing my second masters (Did I mention I'm a Black Nerd?). I'm a therapist in training so I'm in school learning about Freud and Jung and Adler and Rorschachs and MMPI -R and stuff. Will I put that on my blog? Why not? 

*I'm the youngest daughter of five women. (And now you know why I'm introverted!) 

*I'm a Christian. .  .  . and I don't know any bible verses off the top of my head, I know how to twerk and if you come near me I might buy you some coffee and hug you. I'm just trying to live like Jesus and that my friends is some interesting posts as well. For real.  .  .

*And finally, I'm a writer so I need to write. Upon occasion. When I'm not eating or sleeping or working for a living. 

So that's it. I'm blogging, it's invisible. Unless you found it. If you did. Congratulations. Welcome!!