I had to ask myself this weekend if I’m a fake azz fuckin’ bitch.

there are some people who have blamed me for things but little did they know:

They did something to me but instead of addressing it,
I kept my mouth shut to “keep the peace”.

i learned “keeping the peace” as a survival mechanism.
i peeped how they moved and i learned to adjust accordingly.
some people i distanced myself from; others i learned i can’t tell them certain things.
honestly:

That is how I lost my last job.

my last boss threw me under the bus for something i didn’t do,
so i bowled their ass under there for the same thing they did to me.
the look of shock on their face in-front of their boss brought me so much joy tbh.
i was sick of her shit.

But in all of my disappointment with other people,
I never did what Doja Cat did when she met one of her fans.

this right here…

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yikes.
it’s one thing to be uncomfortable but the tweet was so disrespectful.

She told him he smelled good but in the next breath,
the shirt was musty.
What?

she was talking to him like she was cool with it.
i feel like i would have let him know in my 2025 self that he is being a little much.
you can express your discomfort without being a total fake bitch.
where is her security is my next question?
the tone of her voice definitely was a clue if you listen carefully.
i know that “i’m just tolerating you faux excitement” anywhere.

i think not knowing her name was what made her upset.
listen to the pitch of her voice when she had to remind him.

Even though the fan was overly excited,
I had to wonder if Doja should have said something?

…because i’m wondering if in all my “keeping the peace” with others,
should i have said something at the very beginning too?

lowkey: i watched my mother “keep the peace” with people who hurt her,
even those she called her friends.
isn’t this a form of “code switching” and “playing the game”?