do you know your worth?
you could have 1 dollar in your account but demand to be treated a certain way.
for many of us,
we forget our worth and allow ourselves to be treated any kind of way.
we think we need to “be a certain way” in order to get what we want.

People who know they worth don’t keep the peace.
They know to shake shit up until everyone gets it right.

when i saw usher calling for the doorman to hold the door for him,
i thought to myself that this was just usher being extra.

“he already had the door open so why did he need to call the doorman over.”
keyword: the doorman.
in a group chat i’m in,
i posted the video and karaoke had this to font…

hope is one of my bad words now.
its a passive word.

“I hope he will stop cheating on me.” He won’t.
“I hope this scammer will send me a video for 100 dollars.” No chance in hell.
“I hope this job will appreciate how hard I work.” They won’t.
“I hope I will become a millionaire.” You may or may not depending on God’s plan.

imo.
it’s a word formed in fantasy and dilutes reality.
for example:

A “hopeless romantic” is someone who keeps getting played over and over because they are confusing love with fantasy.

i have had hope for a lot of things,
especially when it came to other males interest that i wasn’t sure about.

“I hope this dude will finally see me the way I see him.”

…and years later,
i was still holding onto hope of a fantasy that never manifested.
i’ve learned another word and im gon’ share it with The Foxhole…

there was a vixen who i knew that was talking to wolf of interest.
he was cute and playing the “distant wolf” thing.
you know the types.
he creates a mystery about himself and usually nothing is there.
so i asked her what has she learned anything about him.
she gon’ say:

“I don’t know.
I don’t ask him questions.”

head went on instant swivel.
tf you mean you don’t ask him questions?
you know why dating sucks nowadays?…

The name “Jaclyn” = “Jackal”.
Am I the only one who picked that up?

there are many reasons why we lie.
sometimes it’s to impress,
protect,
or not to be judged by others.
we have all told white lies or invented some wild stories out of pure nonsense.

If you haven’t watched HBO’s “White Lotus”,
I suggest you go to a 3 season binge because this season is fantastic.
I thought last season was good but this season tops that.

i’ve been rummaging around my head about the character of jaclyn,
who is played by michelle monaghan.
she has created quite the conversation about her story line outside of the incest one.
she told jimmy kimmel that vixens in her life have called jaclyn a “bitch”,
while the gays are all for her ruthless shenanigans.

when i got out of gay logic and back to common sense,
i had a thought (with spoilers)…

There is a scene in sex and the city where Carrie fucks someone’s husband.
That someone’s husband,
Mr. Big,
was the love of her life.
The victim was the vixen,
Natasha,
that he chose after he broke up with carrie.
Whenever Carrie saw Natasha,
she did everything to get her forgiveness.
Natasha wanted nothing to do with it or Carrie.
Every time she sees Carrie,
her body language makes it perfectly clear she hates her.

someone said something about this situation that blew me away.
they said it wasn’t that carrie was sorry about the situation.
she didn’t give a fuck she fucked mr. big in their bed and got caught.
the real issue is…

i only really understood my mother when she was on her deathbed.
before that,
i was a rebellious teenager.
in her final months,
we finally talked and i apologized for pushing her away.
lately,
my older cousin has been sharing stories about my mother.
i didn’t just inherit her features; i have her rebellious spirit too.
we started talking about my grandmother and i opened up about the abuse she put me through.
i was always afraid to tell anyone but my cousin actually listened.
he said something that stuck with me…