IN YOUR MIND YOU CAN FLY

Hey, so

You done lost your last mind

What we not finna do is perform emotional labor for men, ever. And especially not for free, with nothing in return. Men like to walk around and waltz into people’s lives with unresolved trauma that they have no intentions of fixing and working on, and expect you to do all the heavy lifting. I’m a grown woman trying to work on myself and get somewhere in life, and you expect me to be a wrecking ball and tear down your walls built from insecurity and trust issues while you put in zero effort to fix yourself? Nah homie, we off that. I’m not Iyanla Vanzant and I am not here to fix your life, titty boi. I literally cannot and will not help you if you don’t even want to help yourself. We. Off. That. You want me to fix you? I’ll send you an invoice and you can pay me via Paypal, Venmo, or Cashapp. Otherwise, delete me from your life. And while we’re on the topic of emotional labor, what we not finna do is waste any kind of time or energy on them, especially when you know damn well they aren’t doing the same. Letting them ruin your mood, spending precious time overanalyzing what he said the other day, moping over the fact that he didn’t call or text you back, when you could be using that time for yourself. You could be reading, nurturing your brain, perfecting your craft, spending quality time with friends and family, cooking yourself some bomb ass food. These men do not deserve the wasted energy and time that you spend on them, no matter how big or small it is. They do not deserve it. Don’t even waste time trying to think of a revenge plan to make him mad or jealous. Just simply pretend they no longer exist. Redirect all of that energy to yourself, your wants, your needs, your goals, and watch yourself prosper. He’s out here doing whatever and not worrying about you. He’s putting himself first and doing what he needs (or wants) to do, so you need to do the same.