No More Mrs. Nice Natasha

Honestly, I'm done being nice to everyone, by default. What's the point? My siblings and friends have always told me that I need to stop being so sensitive, and I'm taking their advice. Sadly, the only way for me to do that is for me not to give a fuck about the average person anymore.

(I feel like I should share the kicker that set me off on this rant. But I know you won't understand. OK I'll try...after a weekend of several people being extremely fake in their ways, and a few discoveries :-)- instances of God putting me in the right places at the right times - tonight I was texting an old friend who happens to be somewhere that I'm not in the publishing field. He is supposed to be talking with me about next steps, helping me with the whole publishing process. We somehow began to talk about relationships, etc....& out of no where & after we already established that there would be nothing between us, he texts me & asks me to take off all my clothes and text him a naked picture of myself. Like WTF? I was pissed & I tried my hardest to keep it cordial, but it was hard. He's never seen a naked pic of me, & I was kinda shocked that he would even make such a request out of no where. It showed that he has no respect. So yes, there it goes...)

I'm a naturally generous person with a big heart, so yes - it'll be difficult, but I vow -- no more Mrs. Nice Natasha. She's gone. I think that I'm going to have the toughest time keeping my own desires under control. I tend to give other people too much in the process of satisfying my own cravings. Gotta stop that, because the average person doesn't deserve shit from me.

I'm too good for them.

Am I angry? No. I'm actually pretty happy that God continues to reveal so many truths about life, love, business, pleasure and people.

Dear God, I have to ask you to help me keep my fingertips under control, because when my book drops, you and I both know that I will have no mercy on the fake ones. Please help me spare those who have hated me.

Thank you.

P.S. - My birthday is coming up, and I expect nothing from no one on August 3. I don't need fake friends or frienamies. So please, stay far, far away on my favorite day.

Love,
NSpirit