Disgusted Diva

I had a whirlwind weekend everyone! But I want to highlight or after you read the subject matter you may want to call this low light. I encountered this woman or whatever you want to call her while exiting the train station in the city. This woman was rather anxious to direct me down the block after she noticed me staring at my phone fiddling with directions. "Where ya going?" the eager woman says and I simply brush her off like any REAL DIVA would. But she asks again "Where are you headed pretty lady?" so I entertain her for the moment and say I am looking for 37Th and 8Th and she flips her knapsack around her waist and says "Follow me!" so with conviction in my voice I say "OK".

Why struggle with HopStop?

I didn't really bother to look at her but then she began running her mouth about being homeless and this (directing traffic) being her profession. So I instantly became interested in her. I asked her why was she homeless and why didn't she choose to sleep in a shelter and she told me she would rather be free to do her drugs than be restricted by shelter staff to what time she had to be home. I mean in a way I understood because who wants to be TOLD what to do? But I didn't understand why she let drugs rule her being. I explained to her she is letting the drugs tell her what to do and she stared at me and whispered not a word.

What shocked me is that miss independent tried to play the con artist role on me by saying she was pregnant and needed food. So I could have been the gullible social entrepreneur but oh HELL NO I am not!!! I am the most FABULOUS SOCIAL ENTREPRENEUR DIVA around! Which means I take no shit from anyone. You didn't meet a nice tree hugger who cares about everyone and gives all she has to the needy. I uplift and serve and SHOP. I am not one to be used. So I told her that is not a very good hustle you have going on and she looked puzzled.

So as I approached my block I told her to get her life in order stop being weak and join a drug rehab and get into a shelter because at this rate she is looking to be killed! It is so true like someone may look at her as less than nothing as I first did and they may not care about her babies and drugs and traffic position.

What disgusted me the most was that she was a sister! She was down and out and didn't care. Drugs was more important and I feel her because sometimes LATTES are more important than my next meal but I would never go to that extreme. How do some people get to that point? Why do you not value who you are and your life?

Miss Independent I know you would probably never read this blog but to one DIVA to another person on the grind KEEP YOUR HEAD UP PLAY IT SAFE AND PLEASE VALUE WHO YOU ARE! NOT IN MEASURE OF DRUGS OR YOUR STAND AT BEING INDEPENDENT BUT BECAUSE YOU ARE SPECIAL YOU ARE NOT LESS THAN NOTHING!

Damn what a blog..........