Secrets Don't Make Friends

Funny story...well, maybe not funny, but a story nonetheless...

I remember sitting on the couch a few months ago and strolling thru Twitter, like any 23 yr old with no life does, and I saw a tweet from this girl going off about every single personal detail of her life. I texted my boy Evan about it while he was at work and I'm pretty sure it caused him the throw his phone in the damn fryer! Not because he goes thru phones like no other, just because the shit he was reading was that ridiculous. He said it best when he tweeted "some things you should really just keep to yourself."

And that's totally true! Not only does no one care to know that much about you, you shouldn't be so proud or willing to plaster it all over the internet! I mean, there's a difference between being open/honest and telling all your personal business. Number 1: nobody really cares that much. Number 2: why do you want everybody to know and potentially judge you for it?

Now, if you want to do that, feel free! I'm not hating by any means. Just know that I reserve the right to judge you as I see fit based on the provided material, and I can't fuck with you past a certain level. That shit almost got me in trouble once or twice, 'bout had to beat a nigga's ass because of it. And it wasn't even my fault! All because someone wanted to put their issues involving me all into the air. Shit had me too pissed. Sm-motherfucking-h. Anyways, moving on. 

Now, I'm sure people are saying/thinking, "well, you must have something to hide!" No, not at all! Ask and you shall receive. I'll be honest and open as a book with you, personally. Not every single one of my followers or Facebook friends. And I just know there's somebody out there all like, "Fuck them, they can judge all they want! They don't know me! I'll beat dey ass!" *ratchet voice w/ waving finger*

My thing is this: why should anyone take the time out to get to know you when all they have to do is follow you on Twitter? Deep shit, right?! Like, there's nothing left for the imagination. You put all you deepest darkest secrets online and people take it at face value...Wikipedia type shit. 

Now, if I had not known the aforementioned female, I probably wouldn't have taken time out to get to know her. Met her thru a girl I used to work with years ago, and she's a really cool, smart, and funny individual! I just really didn't need to know how many times she shat in a 12 hour span. 

That type of shit is for MySpace. 

Deuces (pun intended),

Rex. 

A New Breed

Before I get started, I have a question. You ever seen that big dude in the gym that could curl or bench the building but couldn't squat a toothpick?! That shit is extra comical to me!

So, I was thinking the other day (I know, it's often dangerous), and I think my generation can really change things. It may seem cliche and stupid, but it's possible. I mean, I think some major things have to change in order to really be successful. 

One of my major issues is race. I know, I know, it's a sensitive subject and it may cause some controversy, but this is where I stand: the quicker people stop caring about race, the quicker issues will be resolved. And that goes for ALL races. We're slowly escaping the old southern views that are blatantly fucked up, on both sides. Old people may have a ton of wisdom but their logic is out of date. The whole "look out for your own kind" theory is stupid. Old black folk: there's a difference between knowing our history and still living in it. Old white people: sorry, but chances are your daughter or granddaughter is gonna enjoy black dick. Just the nature of this new beast. 

...I probably could've said that last bit a little better, huh?

I also think we need to explore and embrace our independence as individuals. I know way too many people who are constantly looking for happiness in the form of a significant other. I just don't believe in that. If you can't be happy on your own, you don't deserve anyone else. In a relationship, the other person is supposed to enhance your happiness, not be the one and only source of it. I can't stand that shit! Be okay and prosper on your own. That's what I try to do. If someone else just happens to want to be a part of it and actually fits, then it happens. I'm just sayin, people gotta fix that shit. 

And, most importantly, we can't grow up! I mean, we need to be responsible citizens and shit, but we've got to make time for fun! I don't want to be the old guy that gets off work, sits around the house, creating bullshit small talk with the wife and kids. I want to be the guy that comes home, gets cleaned up, and does something, whether it be going out with some friends or throwing a party at the house. Or getting completely belligerent while tailgating for Carolina football (Go Cocks). I don't ever want to be considered "the old guy" who bores the living shit out of everyone. I think my boy Josh said it best: "youth has no age."

And it's completely possible. Take my sister for example. She's living proof. Educated to fullest extent, knows the history but embraces the future. Never known her to search for anyone else. In fact, never really known her to have a boyfriend. And she still has fun and handles all of her responsibilities. Last time we went out together, we went out, took shots, etc. It was a really good time! Result: happiness and success. She's a huge inspiration to me, I strive to be like her someday. My major downfall is the motivation...well, at least for the right things. Oh well lol!

Anyway, there's potential. It's real. Just comes down to who you want to be. 

Let that marinade on ya brain, ya bish!

Out. 

Rex. 

"Work That Up-Do!"

How are u on this fine day?

...and moving on.

I read somewhere that the most attractive trait a woman can have is confidence. True or false? From my experiences, true. 

Lemme explain. 

There are two parts to this. The first being just the swagger that comes along with it. I think it's a psychological thing, kinda the whole "playing hard to get" scenario. But, in this case, it's not a "game." Sometimes these girls genuinely just don't give a shit! They may be interested but aren't gonna get all bent out of shape if things don't work out, completely confident in their ability to be happy with or without anyone else. That's what draws even more of my interest for some reason. Maybe it's because I like to avoid drama and it lends me to believe that drama would be nonexistent within the relationship. 

Then there's part 2: I'm an idiot. I'm not ashamed to say it either. Let me tell you a story. I was out drinking for my friends birthday with this girl that I was pretty interested in. We had been talking for a while and hanging out with mutual friends and shit. That night an older guy asked her if we were dating to which she said no. She then said "he has potential tho, I mean, who knows?" That shit blew my whole entire mind! She then laughed at me for having no idea...smh. I mean, it definitely cleared things up tho, right?

So, at least to me, confidence makes a woman that much more attractive to me. Less drama, everything is in the open, just easy. 

Looking back on it tho, none of these situations have ever worked out for me. Fuck...

PS: I wrote this while driving. Role model shit

When Insomnia Wins

Oh, look! Another vague blog post that someone is going to think is about them! 

Shall I proceed? I shall. 

I can say that over the past several years I've learned to deal with a wide variety of people, whether it be through work, music, or beligerent nights out doing things I don't remember. Mix that with my IDGAF attitude, and voila! No one ever really gets to me. There have been some rare exceptions, but, all in all, people don't really get under my skin. 

Except for a special group of assholes...

Selfish fucking liars. 

Ok, everyone lies, it's human nature, I understand that. My pet peeve falls into a specific category. I can't stand when people lie in order to get what they want by taking advantage of someone's emotions. Having been on the shitty end of these situations I can speak to the level of pure anger that results from them. Not only do I become completely disappointed in that person, but I also feel entirely used. I know I had mentioned in a previous blog that I hate being confused in many situations and that I'd rather just know what's going on no matter what...well, this is one scenario where I wish I didn't know. I get so fucking angry and it takes almost all of me not to react in a way that I'd regret. The worst part of it is when it's used in desperation, knowing that the person has used it before on someone else and it didn't work. So, the logical thing to do is to try it on me, right? Yeah, that doesn't make me feel like a last resort at all. Just man up and accept defeat, damn!

So, in short, if you tell me something, taking advantage of my feelings (what little feelings I may or may not have) just to get your way...go fuck yourself. I have enough shit to deal with and I can easily afford to cut you the fuck off...or actually cut you. Your choice. 

I mean, if you do it to someone else, we're cool. As long as you don't do it to me. Is that fucked up?! 

And now to wait for a text...

Goodnight, bitches. 

Rex. 

Porcelain Thoughts

So, whenever I moved back to Pawleys, I took some time out to reflect on some things. Why didn't things go the way I had hoped? Was I doing something wrong? How did I end up here? Blah blah blah, all that negative shit I hate. Then, it hit me...

I was choosing to deal with shit I didn't have to deal with. Lemme explain...

We all have things that we have to deal with, whether it be work, bills, school, etc. But there are other things that we choose to deal with. And once those things start becoming more important than the actual important shit, that's when you lose what's most important of all. Happiness. 

When I was at my happiest moments I was doing 3 things: immersing myself in music, speaking my mind in the most uncensored and raw form possible, and not dealing with shit that lead to me being upset when it wasn't vital. 

I have enough on my plate that I have to deal with. Everything else that I choose to deal with should make me the happy, right? It's a simple concept that I think is really easy to lose sight of. Sometimes it's hard to figure out what we have to do and what we choose to do. But once it becomes clear, that's when it's time to crack open the Fireball, bitches!

With that being said, while I'm here I'm going to be as happy as possible and make the most out of the situation I'm currently in. Music is in the works (even tho this computer situation in killing me), I'm saying what I feel/think without giving a single fuck how other people take it, and I'm cutting out everything that I choose to deal with that doesn't bring positivity to my life. 

Now to hit the gym then watch my Gamecocks beat UGA up and down the football field. GO COCKS!

Rex

PS: this was written while I was pooping. You're welcome. 

The Saga Continues...

It's crazy to think that it's been almost 4 years since I released my first mixtape (Volume 1: Heroes). Even crazier to think that it's been almost 3 whole entire years since I put out a mixtape at all (Volume 2: LOST). To date V2:L is the best writing I've ever recorded and released. So much inspiration, so much fun...so much LIQUOR! Did a few shows and started working on an EP (which is yet to be completed...close tho). Then...nothing. 

Why the hiatus, you ask? Well, lack of inspiration I guess. Either that, or I was just stockpiling it all. However, as of late, I've been feeling quite inspired and motivated. I've been looking back on past experiences, some of which I completely forgot about, and let's just say that something immensely diabolical is in the works. 

Ladies and gentlemen, girls and guys, bitches and niggas, prepare yourselves for...

VOLUME 3: THE WALKING DEAD

I've been writing shit that makes Volume 2: LOST look like Miley Cyrus twerking in the club next to Nicki Minaj. Real shit. 

No date set for the release, still have a good bit of writing and recording to do, some features and shit, and my computer is currently dead so...yeah. 

And early warning: not for the weak. Written completely in my most dangerous of mindsets, entirely uncensored and slightly drunk. So don't be a pussy and take shit personally...or do, I give no fucks.

Also, my almost 2 year old EP ...You're Welcome will still be released, as soon as I get my computer back up and running. Still really proud of that project. 

That is all for now. Hope you're all as excited as I am!

Out. 

Rex