“there’s levels to this shit”,
when meek mill rapped that last year,
he wasn’t lying.
he was talking about his career moves,
ibelieve every human walking this earth has a level.
i like to think of “levels” as “compatibility”.
“are we compatible to date?”
there is mental,
physical,
emotional,
and financial levels to everyone.
without levels,
we wouldn’t know or experience who people are.
that jackal at school.
that wolf around the corner.
that vixen you see at the bus.
are you compatible with these people?
or are they more life lessons to come into your life?
yesterday i said some wolves were not on my level.
um,
they’re not.
i’ll tell why…

last year when i was jobless and struggling,
which was pointed out yesterday,
i was not on the financial level i wanted to be on.
it brought all my levels down to a negative.
so what i did?
i stopped “looking” and put my efforts into finding a job.
i wanted to be back on that level where i was able to keep a roof over my head.
it was tough,
but i got through it.
so i got this job and was attracted to a wolf or four.
whose counting?
after getting to know them,
being i’ve been there three months now,
i realized we were not on the same financial level.
“compatibility”,
sorry.
like you got a tribe of kids,
buying jordans,
beats by dre,
and still trying to hold your home together.
what the fuck can you even do for me?
nada.
zilch.
zip.
the big o.
“o” no.

if they liked men,
and i had a hot vagina,
it would also be the same story.
as much as i liked the physical levels of some of them,
they were lacking in mentals and emotionals.
financially,
they were too careless.
so when i said,
“damn!”,
it was a shock because they def do “nigga shit” outside of work.
not “i’m better than them because i make more money” shit.
it is what it is.
i started this blog liking wolves on a higher level.
i like baller wolves.
wolves in power.
never have denied that.
never apologized for it.
i also liked wolves who i saw in my every day life.
ones on the train.
ones in my neighborhood.
ones i see when i’m out and out.
shit i’ve seen some FINE wolves working at best buy i would consider dating.
i’ve even wrote about them from time to time.
this is who i am.
this is what i do.
do i apologize for it?
nope.
i will apologize if i offended anyone who took offense.
wasn’t my intention.
hell after everything ive done on this blog,
would i really sit up here and purposely offend people?
well ones who aren’t dumb asses?
yeah i’ll wait.

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the entry was meant to say i won’t date anyone at work.
i know em,
got to know em,
cool with em,
but i wouldn’t fuck with em.

not even interested.
it was me learning to just keep the messy people i work with at bay.
“maybe i didn’t word the entry correctly?“
“maybe i should have said compatible instead of level?“
“maybe i shouldn’t have wrote anything at all?“
things i thought today during work.
hope that explains some thangs more clearly.