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Street People

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Posted on September 2, 2007 by 

I know all about the street people. There is not anything that anyone can tell me about them that i don’t already know. I grew up around them and i have them on both sides of my family.

I could write a book about those in particular and, it wouldn’t be a very pleasurable one since there is nothing too pleasing about their unwanted existence.

Before i began, i just want to acknowledge that certain misfortunes in life can cause any human being to become homeless. There have been very successful people such as doctors, lawyers and so on who for whatever reason may be have loss everything and had to somehow make a way for themselves out in the streets. I am not talking about them in this post.

I’m mainly referring to those with innate tendencies to become bums, drug addicts, drug dealers, and whores that choose the lifestyles of the street. The streets are their comfortable habitat. The only place where they can function.

Most street people are mentally and emotionally disturbed. Many of them are uneducated and unintelligent.

Some have come from good homes where they had their parents in their corner, encouraging them to do what was right in their life.

And then there are the others who have come from dysfunctional homes and didn’t have any guidance at all.

Many of the drug addicted street woman continue the use of drugs during their pregnancies, messing their children up only to bring a burden on society. Many of the drug addicted parents also sit up and get high with their own children.

I know dope addicts who have raised their children by “training” them to be thieves. It is just the blind leading the blind.

The street people for the most part are a very sad group of people. And the level that they are on is quite appalling and unacceptable.

They are very convincing liars to those who are naive to their schemes. They are sometimes so convincing to some because they believe in their own lies. And aside from being notoriously devious they are extremely malicious, treacherous to a fault, especially when their feelings get hurt.

Through first hand experience and a keen intuitive sense of “understanding” I’ve never been oblivious to the type of people i grew up around. They have always been transparent to me, very easy to read. I will admit with no apologies that i have never at all liked their particular kind.

I tried to keep the peace since i sometimes had to be around them in areas when i went to school, work, or whatever, but there is only so much that i could tolerate when it came to their kind.

You see, they are all on that “street-level”. And one with intelligence would have to come down to their level in order for them to be able to relate to them. They are not equipped enough mentally to rise from where they are. And the thing about it is that the junkies think that they are the one who is smart and, that you are the dumb one!

There is a whole lot of information that i could give on the street people, nevertheless, it would take quite a few pages rather then a single post so I’ll just continue on with just a few more brief paragraphs.

From my personal experience with particular street people have been their ongoing jealousy toward me.

They are indeed sick but one will never truly know the depth of their sickness until they experience it in such a way as i have. They’ve tried at numerous attempts to bring down my character simply because I’ve talked about them and their lifestyle in ways that they didn’t like and couldn’t handle because it was the truth.

You see, when you are not one of them (their kind) and you insult them they get very offended because you haven’t been in their same shoes doing the dirt that they have done. So they automatically assume and know when one thinks that they are better than them.

So to retaliate the street people will endeavor to find a way to “put you in their shoes” by trying to make you the victim of what their life is about by literally ruining you. However, it all depends on the individual target.

Most street people are weak-minded and easily influenced so someone else of that nature will be easy to pull down. A strong-minded, intelligent person of substance and back bone on the other hand is a totally different story. They will be unaffected by the nonsense as the street-life is a whole different life and experience from what they are accustomed to but not necessarily unfamiliar with.

Yes, my street enemies have went around my town trying to defame my character by making up outrageous lies hoping that it would affect me. Unfortunately for them their efforts did not faze me, if anything it inspired me to be even more determined to go out and accomplish the many things in life that i do want to achieve.

And that also inspired them to interfere with certain jobs that i was suppose to get by trying to give me a bad name.

They never stop. They don’t want to lose at their games. But they loss this one because i was never a player in their world.

They’d like for me to have no means of financial support for myself so i could become a bum out in the streets. Too bad they don’t know that day will never come for me. I believe in a higher power, and a power that will dig them in the same exact grave they have dug for me. And they are the one’s who will be buried in it.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/09/02/street-people/

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A Revelation

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Posted on August 26, 2007 by 

All of my life i have been able to sense and see through people. There have also and always been those in particular who i have detested. No one is going to like or get along with everybody no matter what walk of life one comes from. The hatred that i have for those who i speak of goes deeper in the eye than what most if any are able to see. What is felt is not so much a part of my innate human tendency of being snooty but more of a divine awareness of what is here and subordinate.

Some looking at particular people with the “Human Eye”, and who are conscious of what they show, may see a sight they would clearly determine as undesirables and etc. When looking through with the “Third Eye”, however, the sight goes much deeper. They are then identified more in depth.  And they “Indeed” are “The Wicked”, the devil’s children. I’ve seen it in their appearance and have sensed it in their body language. I have also seen these particular people after death in spirit form-confirming the mark made to me of those who are here on earth.

They are very recognizable. Radar picks up on them instantly, alerting, verifying and sending warning of them. When i view them in person or if the thought of them comes into mind due to visions i see their presence literally makes me want to vomit. I keep clear away from these people as much as possible. And I don’t want any parts of them in my life if i can help it.

Understandably, my reasons are of course not defined as ”Fear” since these particular kinds are absolutely nothing to fear even though many of them want to intimidate others out of their own insecurities. Nevertheless, it has everything to do with negativity, and negative energies they continually carry within and without, and which can be detected and rejected. They are all an abomination. A reproach.

(These Particular People Are Warp-Minded. They Act Out In Illogical Ways. Reason Cannot Be Explained To Sick Individuals. I As A Human Being With Strong Spiritual Inclination Would Never Want Their Essence Up In Me, Outward Of Me, Or Around Me. Their Absences Brings About Peace, Happiness And Cleanliness To The Mind, Body, Spirit And Path)

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/a-revelation/

Halitosis

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Wednesday, October 18, 2006 at 4:22 PM EDT

A long while ago there was this guy named Mike who had a crackhead brother named James who’d go around telling big lies just to hold a conversation. Their last name was Hayward and their father was suppose to be some kind of plumber.

Well anyway, a pipe needed to be cut and repaired inside of my family’s upstairs bathroom during the winter of the year 1999. It had to do with a radiator we had and we weren’t able to get any heat within our entire house so we were all freezing. Mike was supposedly trying to follow in his father’s footsteps by doing plumbing work. James, who we’d known for a long time brought over his brother Mike, who we’d just met to fix the pipe an help get us some heat.

While Mike was suppose to be doing his work he was too busy profiling and cracking jokes to try to be funny. But instantly i didn’t find him to be attractive or amusing.

When Mike finished one part of the work he’d done for the night my mother paid him sixty dollars then served him and his brother James a plate of food. You know, it beat spending a arm and a leg to hire a “real plumber”.

After the guys ate they watched a movie on cable with us and immediately my mother and i picked up on how Mike was attracted to me. I didn’t like the way he was making himself too comfortable around me. I read him right away as like i do most people.

That night passed.

James came over on one of his visits without Mike, saying how we were going to be seeing a lot of his brother because he was liking me but James knew that i wasn’t interested in his brother because later on James admitted to me and my mother that Mike was angry do to the fact that i didn’t want him.

He even talked about Mike to us saying that Mike was stupid and that he was always laying up with different women. I learned that Mike was born under the sign Pisces so most of them are weak for sex anyway.

In between time when Mike was coming by my house back then he tried to push himself on me and that made me mad because i didn’t desire him at all. Every time he’d go to speak to me i had to turn my head because his breath smelled so very bad. It literally smelled like shit. I’ve smelled plenty of peoples bad breath but i had never smelled no shit like that before.

He had the nerve to ask my mother “where’s my baby at?” talking about me as he was making his way up the steps to the room that i was in. I overheard him.

Mike was moving way too fast! He acted as if he just knew we were going to be together and that pissed me off even more because to me he was no good kind of catch at all.

Mike considered himself to be a cute guy, however, i didn’t see where at. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and to me Mike was ugly. His physique was very unappealing to me. He was sized bigger at the top than he was at the bottom. He wasn’t proportioned right. And he carried his ass on his back. Mike had one of those “back butts”. Mike was also poor with his outer bodily hygiene he was funky around his neck area.

All of those stupid women that he’d messed with must have filled up his head, making him think that he was hot stuff and some type of hunk.

The way that i saw it the women Mike was messing around with had to be ugly women because in my opinion no very attractive woman such as myself would want to be running after and then falling all over him. He was nothing to fall all over at.

Out of curiosity i asked James one night how do the women Mike runs around with look like and he just confirmed what i already knew, “they’re all black and bruised” he told me in return.

I know that James is a big liar but he wasn’t lying about that! I know what i can believe and not believe when words come from a liar.

I had took a ride with Mike out to Home Depot to buy a new lock for my front door. On the way back he stopped off at a gas station and bought a little bottle of Scope mouthwash but that didn’t help his problem. I still smelled his rotten breath.

When we returned home he called himself putting on the lock then fucked it up by breaking it. He opened it up by going inside of it with a screwdriver then screwed it back up to put it on the door then called himself fixing a lock. Every time my mother and i would put our key inside the keyhole the whole lock would turn around in a circle. We had to re- purchase a brand new lock and i had to sufficiently put the lock up on our door.

Mike had the nerve to want three thousand dollars to finish the bathroom pipe. He didn’t get shit! He couldn’t even put a lock on the door. It took him hours just to cut the pipe when he first came to my house.

What i read about Mike is that he was a nothing looking for a woman to take care of him. What he needed to do was to go to a doctor to take care of that nasty breath of his.

Do you know that my mother broke down and called a real plumber who came to our house and did the pipe work in just a snap! I still remember to this day. The guy was a young very attractive Italian who had a appealing physique. He was healthy and everything was set in the right place.

The man was very professional and that made me think about how much i couldn’t stand Mike.

People who really got it “going on” don’t need to try to be more than what they are and what they’re not because they already know and just be themselves.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/halitosis/

Envy, Jealousy

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Thursday, October 12, 2006 at 5:26 AM EDT

I am not a christian and do not totally agree with the religion, nevertheless, It all began with Cain and Abel. And i can very well relate firsthand to that biblical story because most jealousy starts within the home.

Years ago my own uncle admitted to me himself that the reason he sometimes was mean to me was due to his envious feelings. My mother had already told me before he did though that he was jealous because i was so very well taken care of. I had the type of mother that he didn’t have. Other relatives besides my uncle have also expressed their envies and jealousies by going out into the streets spreading vicious rumors about my mother and i in the past along with doing a lot of other nasty things.

And, aside from my unfit family i’ve been the object of much envy and jealousy from people on the outside as well. They were jealous of me when i was a young child going to school, while i was a teenager making it quite well on welfare, and now that i am a woman who goes to work.

One of the biggest things some are jealous of is that i haven’t been skanked up. They don’t like that i have never been dogged out by a man so they had to make up lies about me. They don’t like how i was capable of writing books so they had to interfere in my career. I don’t care who don’t like my books and what i write. If any of my literature is considered to be nothing to them that is their problem, not mine. I have Divine-given talents. Whoever can’t see it doesn’t matter to me because i know it.

Envy and jealousy has taken an all new high. It has been taken to a new level. Sometimes envy is made very clear. One can detect jealousy in people’s faces and actions but when you confront them about it most of the time their reaction is “jealous of what?” Jealousy is a very ugly thing and sometimes it is over the most little of matters. With some of them who were envious of me it is the home that i came from.

I have a share of negative relatives on both sides of my family and i am not anything like them. But in those particular peoples eyes i should have been. When i was a little girl a lot talked about what they believed i would turn out to be, thinking their children was so much more better than me when they weren’t. They couldn’t see that then. Their children’s families was in a way the opposite of mine yet their children still was the ones to fuck up and get fucked up by other people while i was the one who never got messed up at all.

They are all very jealous of my character. The person that i am. So they desperately sought and still seek to destroy me.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/envy-jealousy/

Denial

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Thursday, October 12, 2006 at 4:56 AM EDT

A lot of people do not want to accept certain things. And a lot of the time it is the things that are of “truth” that people don’t want to accept because sometimes they cannot deal with it or may not be able to handle whatever else comes along with it.

There are a lot of challenges that life brings and many of us do not want to see, hear, face or believe. Ready or not things are going to happen and it is up to the individual whether or not they are going to step up to it or run away. I wish the world wasn’t in the state that it is in but there is absolutely nothing that i can do about it so i just have to accept it but that doesn’t mean that i have to follow along in the state that the world is in.

I still be myself regardless and am able to handle whatever it is that comes around my way because i have a strong sense of myself and purpose. You have those though that for whatever reason who go by, masquerade and try to escape through many efforts. Lying to oneself is definitely not a comfortable way to escape. There is no peace in it. Lies will eventually eat you up inside and destroy you.

Some find a way to escape by believing in their own lies. Believing a lie is the truth brings a sense of security to some since it prevents them from facing a fear or shortcoming.

One lady i use to go to church with a long time ago got on my nerves so i told her how much she stunk when i’d sit next to her wherever we were in front of other church members. The next thing that i knew what i told her had gotten all over the church. One of the church members went back and spread it so i guess the lady got embarrassed.

Later after the incident the lady told me that she knew the reason i told her she stunk was just because i was angry. And that was a perfect example of denial. I was indeed angry when i told her that she smelled bad but i meant what i had said because it was the truth. Someone else i knew even acknowledged that the lady carried an odor. She just didn’t want to accept it.

And it is just the same thing with some of my enemies. They keep saying that i am putting up a big “front”. I don’t have a clue as to what they are talking about. A front for what?

Just because they tried to ruin me in ways that they wouldn’t be able to handle if people had done the same exact things to them does not mean that it affects me. I am not anything like them.

What pertains to them does not pertain to me. I am so much better than they are morally and intellectually.

I don’t know when they are going to wake up and realize that nothing that they did or do bothered or bothers me. I am a free happy spirit living with no worries or fears. I don’t care one bit about what they say or think and believe about me, however, they just can’t and won’t accept that. They are in “deep denial”.

The low level that my enemies are on is quite ridiculous.

It is unbelievable how stupid they all are. They are so stupid to believe that i am actually putting up a front when there is nothing for me to be putting up a front for. I don’t care how much trouble they went through to make my life miserable my Orisha is much, much stronger. The fact is that their efforts just did not work and never will work and whoever told them that their efforts did work flat out lied to them.

They are too stupid to see it though.

My enemies are making complete fools of themselves by continuing to believe what they think to be true then acting on it. When the day comes-and i know that very soon it will-when they all finally have to face reality and see, and truly acknowledge what the real deal is they are going to feel even stupider than they already are. For the meantime though you know the old saying, “Ignorance Is Bliss”.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/denial/

Age

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Thursday, October 12, 2006 at 4:42 AM EDT

“Respect your elders”. “Wisdom comes with age”. I’ve heard people speak those words throughout my lifetime as i am sure others have. However, i strongly disagree with those words.

Just because someone is a little bit or a lot older than one does not mean that they automatically deserve their respect. And wisdom does come with age for some but definitely not for all. I learned that fact early on as a very young child. And it is a fact!

Grown ups had said and done things to me that wasn’t correct and right.

If i knew a little more about something than they did they didn’t want to hear it because in their mind they believed that they were the adult who knew better when in actuality they didn’t know what they were talking about. Often when a particular child, teen, or even young adult is knowledgeable and goes to express an idea or solution that someone older may not see, realize, or grasp the first thing that older person may be quick to verbalize is that the younger person is being “fresh” or “think that he or she knows everything”. And then continues on with “they’ll learn”.

They are very quick to generalize as most people do. It is not fair but it sometimes happens.

It’s been said and i’ve been told all throughout my life by those who have been able to recognize that i am too smart and that i know a lot for my age and that they were nowhere near the level that i’m on when they were at my age. There are decent rational adults out there who don’t have any problem acknowledging and accepting that people younger than them can know just as much as they do and even a little more.

You see, i have always carried a portion of wisdom. I have a good share of it. And i am very wise in ways that a lot of people don’t appreciate. There have been some who’ve misjudged me, accused me of things that i was not guilty of, lied on me, underestimated me, and treated me unfairly. There have been plenty of older peoples asses that i have wanted to kick. A lot of them make me so sick about how they think or thought that they were enlightening me by telling me something while all of the time i was way ahead of them.

Of course, there are those who are informative and beneficial to learn a little or a lot from. They are very helpful and they are the ones that i respect if they genuinely have understanding.

There have been older people who have tried to hurt me, test me, run games on me and so on because they believed and thought that they were so much more experienced.

And you see, that goes back to them making generalizations. Everybody is not the same but you can’t tell them that. So many of them have got it stored in their minds that they’ve been around and that they know and are able to read every type of person that they come across when they don’t know shit! They just think they do. And those are assholes that some of us are just going to run into at sometime or another. They are too ignorant to realize that it is not always necessarily age that makes you wiser but it is the insight and the “individual” experience. And just because one has the age does not mean that they have all of the experience.

A lot of people have gone through life living with the wrong information and mistaking one thing for another so when a younger person comes along knowing the answers he or she is sometimes considered as the one who is misguided, naive, or confused due to their own form of “misguidance”. And when some do come to a realization they are too embarrassed to admit to it.

There are plenty of younger people who indeed are naive, confused, and don’t know a whole lot about life and some of them are just stupid because their parents are stupid. But out here in the world there are older people who can learn from the young and the young who can learn from the old.

Our world is continually changing and while many things continue to change many of the things are going to remain the same.

I have a number of reasons why i don’t have respect for people just because they are older than me. Now that doesn’t mean that i go around disrespecting them. There is a difference between being courteous and having true respect for someone. I just do not underestimate anyone because they are younger than me and i do not overestimate someone simply because they are older. I go by the person within.

Nevertheless, i am aware that maturity also plays a part when it comes to certain people and their age.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/age/

Rumors

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Wednesday, October 04, 2006 at 11:27 PM EDT

People have been telling lies since the beginning of time so they are definitely not going to stop now. No doubt, a lot of people are very nosy and love gossip. They gossip over anything, usually about a lot of silly shit. Some will say that everybody gossips. There is a big difference between having a discussion and straight out gossiping.

Most people who like to sit around waiting to hear and spread vicious rumors are pathetic, miserable people who don’t have a life of their own. They are full of envies and petty jealousies over the people that they talk about. As soon as gossip is spread about them though they can’t handle it and most of the time it is because what’s spread about them is the truth so they get mad and spread lies on others who are above them.

I have never spread rumors. I spread the truth.

And i, just like many others, have been the victim of quite a few ridiculous rumors. I’ve heard people say that they would go home and cry over lies that was said about them. I have never shed a tear over lies people told on me. Some of them may have pissed me off very much because i knew what they were trying to do but their talk didn’t affect me because i knew what was circulating was nowhere near the truth.

I know that it does hurt a lot of good people when others hear negative things that are false regarding them then they listen to it and may act accordingly to it. Treating them unfairly, and some of them got the nerve because they are the ones who actually have the dirt on them and the ones they criticize are the innocent ones.

The way i look at the matter is if you know who you are and you know what you did and did not do you shouldn’t give a fuck. People are going to talk about you anyway. Whether you do good or bad. Fuck them!

I scoff and laugh at people who spread rumors about me. I’m better than all of them. I can go and walk around anywhere holding my head up as high up in the sky as i want to because i haven’t done a damn thing! And if i had i’d still be strong enough to pick up and keep moving because i don’t do things that i’d be ashamed of.

People have all type of reasons why they make up lies and spread rumors. Most of the time it is done out of jealousy, hatred, ignorance, and sickness.

One time i hung out with this older woman who came out of jail a long time ago. Her name was Venus. The next thing that i knew people were assuming that because i was a good person and that she was a bad person that i was trying to help her get on her feet or something to that nature. The woman herself even went around lying, telling people that i was trying to save her. Save her from what? I don’t know what they were talking about. It was all news to me. That was a petty lie, unless she was really that dumb enough to perceive that through her own misunderstanding.

Then, later on, i was suppose to had went with her boyfriend (had a relationship with him). And then i became a ho’. And so on, an so on.

See, they are all crazy! And they are suppose to be grown folks. That’s why the dummy and her nigger both have been looking like skeletons for a while now and are rapidly dying from Aids.

You know, the truth always comes out no matter how long it may take. I don’t have no Aids and never had any other diseases for that matter.

That says a whole lot because they hung themselves with their own ropes.

People need to think about what they lie about before they do it. Their shit didn’t add up and now their being eaten up. I knew that they had Aids a long time ago and was waiting until the day for it to really show. I look at Venus and Omar and gloat like crazy. That is what they get for being so jealous of me, a death sentence.

It’s just sad when people’s lives get ruined over shit that they know is not true.

Since most of the time lies spread faster than the truth it gets to them how those who fall for the lies believe in it, and it bothers them how people think of them. I can’t get into any of that shit because it is a waste of energy. It’s not real so why pay any attention to it.

The way i keep looking at it is that they are living in a land of make-believe and i am in reality and i got to keep moving on because i’m not a sick person.

Some probably are making up rumors about why i write blogs. Is that going to discourage me from blogging? No way! I write because i am a natural born writer. I was told that the gift i have would be used to help people even though i did not set out to do so. I just followed the calling. It’s a talent. I’m not trying and never have tried to prove anything to anyone.

I don’t beg people to read my blogs. If nobody likes what i have to say they don’t have to visit and read my writings. I didn’t even tell people that i had blogs they found out on their own. I am expressing myself and i’m going to keep doing it.

And this may sound crazy but if i never got any visitors i’d still post.That is one of the major reasons i don’t and will continue not to be bothered with too many people because they are so stupid and ignorant, jealous, and inferior and not worth my time and energy.

I’m much, much happier being by myself, doing what i like.

Even when i am on my job i keep mostly to myself. So everybody can go on an keep talking while i’ll still be way ahead because i’ve been gone!

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/rumors/