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Serious Question. Say for instance you met this cutie and decided to have a lil’ Netflix and Chill date at your place. Would you let him/her come into your house and just start smashing and breaking things… stealing your valuables and rearranging your furniture just because they’re cute and you’re attracted to them?
No, you wouldn’t? ….You sure?
So then why do some of us allow folks to come into our lives and do the same type of sh*t to us mentally, emotionally, and spiritually?
Now I’m an advocate for the single lifestyle. I feel as if single people have an advantage of justified selfishness and can and should do WHATEVER pleases them, WHENEVER they choose to.
As long as it’s within reason and doesn’t necessarily negatively impact someone else, then do YOU honey. And because of that belief, I feel like single people have the right to be out here having just as much fun, shots, and sex as they desire.
With that being said though, I always wonder… are single folks being vigilant about WHO they’re having all of this fun, shots, and sex with? Are they protecting themselves and their energy in this new-age, cutthroat, wack a** 2019 dating culure?
In the words of pastors everywhere… “I won’t be before you long”, but I wanted to share my little 2 cents on how VITAL it is to keep “un-evolved, traumatized, 99 problems and needing a therapist is 1″ muh’f*ckas out of ya physical, emotional, and mental space.
There are vultures out here people. Hurt, Broke, Homeless, Vengeful, Emotionally Immature vultures whose sole purpose is to make them selves feel better by hurting other people.
I’ve dated them. You’ve dated them. And many of you are currently dating them. Then we wonder why we can’t find balance and peace in our lives. Well that’s simple… it’s because you’re out here having “fun”, taking shots with, and sexing the human versions of satan. Yep I said it.
We’re out here bustin’ it wide open for lucifer’s little brother and then want to be all in our group chats with the besties sending crying emojis and asking for advice that you already knew to do anyway.
I say ALL OF THIS without an ounce of judgement either because once upon a time I gave a hell of a lot of energy to a few serpents in man’s clothing myself. I mean, when it was good or fun it was reaaal good, and reaaal fun… but the price was always some deeply sad moments that I had to fight to come out of.
I wasn’t protecting my energy because I placed a lot of value on how “fine they were”, or funny, or how much fun we had “most of the time”. So I allowed men to come into my life and take from it with no intentions of replenishing what they had drained.
I didn’t protect my creative energy. I ended up spending time reserved for the creative process trying to journal my way out of depression.
I didn’t protect my spiritual energy. I ended up wasting many prayers to God on losers who didn’t deserve my intercessions.
I didn’t protect my mental energy. I ended up spending a lot of time worrying about what some guy that I was dating was doing when he wasn’t with me. Time that I could have been using to brainstorm and foster some dopeness into my own life.
I didn’t protect my physical energy. I ended up allowing the undeserving to have access to my temple and creating soul ties with f*ckboys.
I didn’t protect my spatial energy. I ended letting guys get close enough to me to leech off of my positive energy like I was a service station for good vibes.
I did all of those things. And in the midst of having fun, taking shots, and having sex I exposed my energy instead of protecting it.
I say this to you guys who are out there still dating and looking for the missing puzzle in the romantic sector of your life…
Protect your energy at all costs.
There are men and women out here on a mission to find a source of supply to replenish whatever good energy they lack in order to feel whole themselves. Especially these narcissists.
It’s up to you if you’re willing to sell your positive energy for a little fun, a couple of shots, or even a little sex.
But trust me, it isn’t worth it sis.
Namaste’
