Sunday, May 31, 2009

What is appropriate to write in your status update box?

Is there a “Status Updates” protocol???

All these little internet sites…I.e., facebook, myspace, twitter…they all have status boxes…a place for you to write what you are doing, thinking of or feeling at that specific moment in time. What is the point of these things?

The reason I am asking is because…after a long conversation about life and relationships and all, with a friend of mine I hadn’t spoken to in a long time…I logged onto facebook. On the top of my screen, there was a box that said status updates…
so I wrote exactly what I was thinking…

“enuff with the BS, I’m looking for somebody that can develop into my wife…who is down?”

Now, my status was linked to my twitter as well (cheap advertising…follow me www.twitter.com/SimplyJayJay) Well, it was what I was thinking at that exact moment…being that I just had an hour long conversation about it. Within minutes…I had comments.
..things like
”soliciting for a wife over the internet is so not a good look”“…throwing you cards on table…you will be FLOODED with challenges…”“u a fool”“u had wifey…and let her slip away”

The private messages I received were so crazy…cant share those. But I was like damn…maybe I shouldn’t have written that.

At the same time, I saw some status updates from people on my friends list and don’t think mine was out of the way or would make me look bad. Some of theirs said…

Written from a girl…”I like it rough”
Written from a guy…”girl u got me up so its your job to put me down”

Aaaayyyyyyyyooooo! Craziness!!!!

So my question to all of you is…What is ok and not ok to put on your status updates?

Somebody help Simply

Please watch your kids...

How hard is it for parents to watch their kids nowadays? Especially in crowded and busy environments. It is not only to keep kids out of trouble, it is also to protect them. It’s for their own good.

I was in Denny’s on Mother’s Day morning. It was packed. I mean like a million people…or 150 or so...lol. As you can imagine, all the tables were full, the waiting area was full…even people outside. They must have had their whole staff working that day. So lets add, 20 workers to that number…120 people in a Denny’s restaurant.
Kids are running around like crazy. They just roaming through the restaurant, here and there, bothering people at their tables as they wanna crawl under them chasing their toys. Ridiculous. It was all fun and games right???
Until…
This kid comes out of bathroom…alone, was looking backwards as he walked forward…he must have seen something he didn’t like because…PPPPPPUUUUUUNNNNNNNNEEEE…he just bolted like 100mph through the restaurant….still looking backwards. So obviously, he didn’t see the waiter walking across from a table to the kitchen carrying a stack of about 5 plates…with forks, knives, syrup, etc… so, by the time the kid decided ‘hey, if I’m gonna run this fast, maybe I should look where I’m going’…the kid turned his head…and …

SMACK!!!!…ran his head straight into the stack of plates. Glass went flying into the air…as the kid went flying to the ground. With one smack with the noggin all the plates smashed into pieces. You know what follows…kid crying, head leaking blood all over Denny’s broken-glass-covered floor…parents going crazy….

and guess what???

They blamed it all on the waiter carrying the plates. Parents yelling he should have been watching the kid coming. That the kid is sick mentally and all this other stuff. Until one smart person said…“if the kid is so sick mentally, then maybe you should have put a little more energy into watching your kid, and took him to the bathroom yourself.”

A hush went through the restaurant…as the parents slowly walked their son out stopping the blood leaking with a stack of Denny’s napkins. What a shame?

Whose fault is it?

Speak to Simply…

Blog Beef???

Blog Beef???

So, responses to blogs can come in many ways. Some readers look at them subjectively…and some take them personal. Well, I received a personal email from somebody that was very disturbed by a blog I put up temporarily.

This is exactly what they wrote:
“U call yourself a grown man but put ur info on blast. All ur blogs. Blogs are supposed to b used 2 express thoughts about the world in one’s own perspective. It seems as tho U have missed it.”

What does Simply have to say???

Hahahaha…oops, sorry. I’m still laughing. I guess the reader is right. Many blogs do talk about the world. But…if you research it yourself a little more, actually blogging can also serve as one’s online diary, and include events in one’s life that they encounter. It could simply just serve as an outlet of feelings to give yourself a fresh breath of air. It just depends on the writer. With me, I mix my blogs up to include personal events and other subjects. And I am a mature grown man. Don’t confuse my blogs with my life in total. I write my thoughts from a specific moment in time. I will include enough information to spark a reaction from a reader…

So that raises these questions:

What purpose should a blog serve?

Also, is there a such thing as an anonymous confrontation? Is there any dignity in it?

Hmmmm…to any of those that think there is…Kill yourself!!!

World, I’m waiting on your response.

Simply

Are kids like dogs???

Kids on leashes…

So, while out here in Puerto Rico, there has been something that has been bothering me since I have been here. I have seen it happening in the mall, at the games, and sometimes just out in the middle of the town. What is going on? It may be happening all over the world, but I wouldn’t know because I’m here. So…

What is up with parents walking their little kids on leashes?

Now, at times they seem to want to dress the kids up. They will put a little teddy bear book bag on their back…or a little Barbie book bag. Make them look cute with matching outfits and all. Then you see the leash hanging from the back and in the palms of the parents hands. Everything be cool until the kid see something they like, as simple as a piece of candy or a little toy, and start with that little clumsy run. Then,

WHHOPPPP….they just yank they little asses. Snatch their damn feet right off the floor. Kids just lay on the dirty floor with the same expression a dog has right before it starts whining…those puppy eyes. Poor little kids.

Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of being a kid?…that curiosity, that wonderment of the world…wanting to learn more about the world…wanting to explore and find all the little things and experiences that all add together to form our personalities and characteristics of the adult we are today…

So somebody tell me…

Is it not enough to just discipline your kids when they do something that is so terrible and yet at the same time let them venture somewhat cautiously into the unknowns?

Are these cute, society and socially acceptable, leashes really necessary?

WTF!!!

Simply

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Feelings...

I recently put up a blog that hurt someone's feelings. That blog has now been deleted. In my blogs, in no way am I trying to hurt somebody. I am Simply writing. In any way, if I hurt somebody feelings. Understand that I did not mean it that way. I will try to consider others feelings from now on when I write as I have hurt somebody's feelings that I really do care about. Public apology goes out to you. You know who you are. Hope all is well. I will continue to post blogs. Enjoy.

Sorry...from Simply

Friday, May 15, 2009

Simply or Jay Jay...or ...Simply...Jay Jay


Simply...Jay Jay...these are labels that describe a lifestyle that he lives. Not a normal lifestyle that most think of, nor one that we dream of. It is just what he believes, goals he pursues, thoughts he put into action...simply, the life he lives! Accomplishments are things that everyone can enjoy at one time or another. Good for u, but he needs more! Achievement is something that not everybody can reach but when they do, are satisfied. Even better for u, but not even close for him! What this man strives for is Advancement. This is never being satisfied, always wanting to move forward and position yourself to stay one step ahead. That's the step that everyone is looking for, reaching for, lunging for...you can even say hunting for. He is the Game...the BIG GAME...




or...




Simply...




Jay Jay...

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Quarter-Life Crisis

This puts it all into words perfectly. The "Quarter-Life
Crisis" is when you stop going along with the crowd and start
realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't
know and may not like.
You start feeling insecure. "Where will I be in a year or two?
Hell, where am I now?"
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends
that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly so close... and the people you have lost touch with are actually better friends. What you do not realize is that they are realizing
that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that
they are as confused as you.
You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would
be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going
to have to start at the bottom and are scared.
You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same
people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so
great after all. You are beginning to understand yourself and what you
want and do not want.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find
yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that
you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of
what is acceptable and what is not.
You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest
force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused.
Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with
dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further
away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such
damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone
decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love
someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you
are not a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look
cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.
You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with
your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a
decision.
You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for
yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just
like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading
this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times,
trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.


What the hell is going on? The "Quarter-Life"... welcome to the crisis!!!

Insight to Simply...


Let me fill you in on some stuff about me you may not know, and most don't, and even more won't. I am the type of person that doesn't often put too much into something I cant control because I don't like to be let down or disappointed. I need time to see what will happen...what's gonna develop. Now, let me make it real clear. I am a person that always keeps to myself, keeps to my family, n put myself in situations where I have protection so that I would never be surprised… or if something goes wrong, I can't blame anybody but myself because I already knew. I can know everything so I can accomplish anything. I've been protected all my life and am protected everywhere I go and have been. That's why I always know what's going on all the time without asking people. I'm of an advancement breed. Have u ever heard of that before? Most haven't. If they did, we wouldn't exist. For example, being advancement bred doesn't allow me to get too close to anybody and makes it hard for me to enter a relationship unless it's the real thing…somebody that can walk in life beside me, not behind me nor slow me down. Therefore, I have realized that I must keep myself separated from any ties. There are times where I find out that some of my ties aren't what they seem and I must move to newer different things. This is better for me, especially being all the way across the world. It's how I live...out of sight, out of mind and stay on the go. It's a sprint to the finish line in life. Never let anybody know too much, just what they need to know in order to keep myself ahead of the game. Remaining a mystery is how I survive, how I achieve. I'm blessed and highly favored. It says so on my back…so u can read it while u clowns r fallin behind!!!!

Y good black men have trouble finding good black women..

You know, I sat here last night to think about how to say this and if I should. But I'm a grown ass man so here it goes. Tired of runnin thru this world playin games. Dudes go around smuttin girls n not caring. Girls go around trickin bcuz they dont believe we give a damn. It's an endless cycle of careless individuals bein reckless, sleepin around, havin babies which in turn create this world of fatherless kids, unsupported mothers n deadbeat dads. Its time to stop. Some of us too old for this shit. Then we sit there wit women we dont really wanna b wit bcuz we feel attached n blame the innocent kid. All them years, dude been givin this woman a false hope of gettin married n elevatin their relationship into building a real family. then, after all these years...to end it n leave her wit no family, wasted years n a broken heart...torn apart at the root. This female goes, talks shit behind his back n spreads her scorn n sorrow across a whole race of women about how niggas aint shit so just get yours. This dude then gasses up others about how women cant b trusted. Now he braggin about how he bounced on her n its all good bcuz he still got more hoes. So now we got the battery in our back n charged up to do the same to our women. Now we smuttin again...women trickin again. Fuck her he says. But in turn he really sayin fuck us bcuz that is what her n her friends now sayin. So how the next man supposed to find his potential wife when he cant trust a woman...plus a real woman aint givin him the time of day bcuz of some bum ass nigga that fucked it up for the rest of us. Its time to get this shit together so we can continue to develop into a larger race of happy, successful, black people n families without all the stereotypes n negative shit that other races say about us...the harsh truths. Especially about how we treat, speak about n degrade our men n mwomen. So lets get this shit right...n yo, it starts wit us, so... real niggas STAND UP! I'll b the first...

Are black women too independent?

The comments and thoughts in this blog doesnt apply to ALL black women as all of you arent this way and dont think nor act this way in any shape, form or fashion. But what is said needs to be said...and said to those who really feel something from this...

A friend recently asked me...."did you know that 43% of black woman have never been married compared to 20% of white females?" Thats not a shock to me. Black men are choosing white women over their own black sisters. She also said "i find that investing a lot of energy into a person and trying to overwhelm them often goes unappreciated and ignored. I am a good catch...on my grind/independent, have motherly instinct, amazing cook... but guys seem to shy away cuz their not lookin for someone to do ALL of that with or for them or you have the guys who take advantage and dont appreciate it." So I thought about it for all of about 10 seconds...and the brilliant, quick responsive mind goes to work.

NOW....time for the response of Young Doogie himself...Simply...

Are you ready? Here it goes. HEAR ME OUT... like it, hate it, or love it...the truth and nothing but the truth...


Black women say that white women are submissive, soft and allow men to walk all over them. Black women also say that black men run to white women because they give them what they want. Maybe it is perceived wrong. From what I have heard...white women let the man be the man. They let him put food on table. They let him make household decisions. They make him feel good about being him.

I love black women and dont want anything else. BUT...black women have so much drive to be independent that they end up just that...independent...meaning alone....by them damn selves. When a man doesnt get in relationship, yall say we scared of commitment. When a woman doesnt get in relationship, yall say yall independent. Black women dont wanna let a man be a man, dont wanna let him be head of household, dont wanna let him do for his black queen out of will...black women wanna demand it. For some reason, it is not enough for a black woman to know she the shit. She wanna hear it. She wanna show everybody that she on her game. She wanna voice it, demonstrate her power and her ability to not need a nigga. You dont have to speak...greatness is recognized. With force comes counterforce. so as long as independent women try to force men around and demonstrate balls, men will shy away from them and do something...or someone else!!! Then they turn around and wonder...why doesnt he wanna commit? why did he cheat? why he going to other races? Thats the truth. Im a real nigga so Im not afraid of what comments will come back to me. I voice what alot of men would be scared to say...and would do it in a hair salon early on saturday morning filled with the most male bashing, swear they independent women alive....lol...while getting more and more weave put in...just joking...LMAO. But ladies, Im not saying let them force you around. Don't be a rug. Its a 2-way street. Just let them have what God gave him...his balls. A black man doesnt want a women that is walking her own pace in front of him or on different road. He wants a black women that is going to stand beside him, walk beside him and let him pick her up when she tired. He wants a teammate, not an individual....or should i say LIFE-mate.

Now for me...and to save my face...AGAIN, that doesnt mean im gonna run to a white woman, ill just wait n be alone until i find a black woman that fits me. BUT its a damn shame that I cant say that other black men will be loyal to our black queens and our strong race and do the same. I want a strong independent black woman. I can handle one. Thats the only type of woman my family breeds so been around them all my life. But the difference is...I dont want my girl, fiance, wife to demonstrate to me how independent she is. It would be a waste of breath. I will make her feel and believe for the rest of her life that she is black, strong, independent, loving, nurturing in her own right......and loved, respected, and supported by this strong black man. Other black men must do the same.

Wise words of Simply....

BLACK WOMEN, TELL ME SOMETHING...SPEAK UP!!!