I know that this a topic that’s I’ve managed to beat into your heads more times than many of you would like to count.

But anytime something new happens, I have to speak about it, ya know?

Today, class, the subject I’d like to talk about is cheating.

Why do people do it? Did I miss the memo on the thrill? Before cheating, is there some sort of ‘excitement’ post it that’s passed around, giving insight on the joys and fabulosity in breaking someone’s heart?

Further, why do people who cheat…get mad when they’re cheated on?

I dunno. Maybe I’m a bit of a stick in the mud when it comes to this issue. Seriously. I HAVE to be. I NEVER understood the purpose of cheating. Personally, I’ve always been the one to just say “You know what…this just isn’t working out like I thought it would,” and proceed to leave. I never ‘thought’ to have a side piece. Sure, I make jokes here and there about “Oh whatever, I’d cheat on your ass.” But that’s all in jest…clearly I’m not being serious.

Word life, there are too many STDs out there. There are many options out there, so if side piecing it up is your thing, refrain from having a main. Save someone else the damn headache!

I can not even BEGIN to tell you the countless messages I receive on Myspace…”My girl just cheated”….”I just found out my man is cheating.” And the question is always “What should I do?”

Jigga…you LEAVE, that’s what the hell you do. Do NOT pass go, do NOT collect $200 but PLEASE collect all the shit you bought for that sorry, nasty ass bastard along the way.

Sike, nah…don’t be an indian giver! HA!

But seriously…my mother always told me to never say never and I TRY not to. But when it comes to cheating…if you and I are a couple and you cheat on me, game over. I don’t want to hear shit about WHY, I don’t wanna know any sordid details of your affair. You just have to go. You proved in that ONE act that you don’t care about my physical, emotional or mental well being. So why should I continue fostering a relationship with you?

Don’t get it twisted, folks…y’all know my ass is single, so this blog entry is definitely nothing personal. I just feel that people need to start keeping it real. The main ones screaming with their fists thrown in the air about people keeping it real and others being phony are the same ones ramming their dicks in the first chick that looks like she smells like a damn Bath & Body Works 50% off sale.

And ladies….you ain’t off the hook. I’m reading of more and more occurences of you dogging your men out. The stigma that it’s socially unacceptable for a woman to carry herself like a man notwithstanding, have you ever thought about the good ass women who sit by themselves on Valentine’s Day (or any other holiday for that matter), wishing that they were boo’ed up like you…when all the while, you’re not even appreciating what you have?

I don’t think that there is a reason to cheat…EVER!

He/She ain’t acting right? Talk to em!
He/She isn’t as sexually adventurous as you’d like them to be? Talk about it!
He/She has some other issue that you just aren’t feeling? Communicate that shit.

See the common denominator here? It’s communication, people. But if things get so smelly in your relationship where communication is out the door like yesterday’s trash and you feel the need to let someone else sample the goods that should soley be for your ‘boo,’ then I suggest you bounce. Again, do not pass go…do NOT collect $200. Let them know that the shit just ain’t working and chunk up the deuces.

I can honestly say that I have never cheated. I am definitely a talker and will tell you when I think shit is not the business. After a while, I’m not telling you anymore b/c personally, I don’t date deaf/mutes. So if you wanna act like you can’t hear me or speak to me when we have issues, then I hope you don’t have Helen Keller syndrome b/c you will SURELY watch my ass walk out the door.

Believe it.

And what’s even MORE funny are the people who are involved in a relationship, cheat like all to be damned…and get MAD…I mean, LIVID…when they find out that they are not the ONLY one’s fucking around. For some reason, Usher’s song, Just Like Me, comes to mind. Stop being so selfish and thinking that you’re just “that” raw that you can do what the hell you want to do but other’s can’t. Buy a vowel and get a clue, bitch. That’s trifling.

Anyway, I just felt like ranting.

bye.

*edited to change the Usher song…I was THINKING of Trading Places but the song befitting of this blog is Just Like Me. My bad.