Bae, Babe, Love, Hun, Darling…IS IT REALLY THAT SERIOUS?

Beloved readers, guess who got themselves in a few hours fight in the dead of the night? Yup. Read my mind. Me. Lol Living the kind of life I live with the likes of the people I meet along the way. I have learnt to really take very little personally because honestly, it really is never that serious. Right? Right.

My scenario is pretty bleak. Why? Because I have friends who will always call me Bae and Love and the problem, my Mr. doesn’t approve. To him, it is utter disrespect and tolerance of crap as well as flirting on my side. Now I’m sorry to sound mean but, one can only take the sheep to the watering hole but can never force it to drink the water. Over and over again I actually have insistently and persistently asked these friends especially the males to refrain but boy! Was I barking at the wrong tree. My resolution? Ignore. After all, it honestly is never that serious. At one point a few of them pointed out the fact that maybe I thought they were getting personal and hitting on me whereas this was not the situation at all, this is what they call all their good friends.

My friend Mzito always begins his texts or calls with ‘Hey Love’ despite the fact that he probably is in bed with a girl. I think it all boils down to affection; basic fondness. I believe one can tell when someone is legit ‘babe-ing’ them and when they’re just being nice because you’re good friends. This is what he doesn’t understand. This is where I believe compromise comes in. I am not the snoopy people, trust me I’ve had my share of drama and I believe I am worth the very same benefit of the doubt. I personally would never go raving and insulting while insinuating to him that he is flirting or cheating just because some weirdo said, ‘Whassup boo’. I choose to not be petty.

Having gone through the kinds of things I’ve been through in my 23 years (bullying, family breakage, abusive relationships, major health conditions, being in the entertainment world of pageants and all), I choose what should annoy me and what to surpass. I choose to pick my battles and pick them wisely. I choose when and when not to poke a bear. I was partly raised by a man so I know when to shut up. I only wish the same was reciprocated.

But one thing in mind, life is too short. Especially in my case where this I know too well. Too short for disappointments, too short for arguments, too short to not laugh at yourself, too short to not laugh at life. Live and Let Live are the words I live by. After all in this life, no one will make it alive. Live and live it well.

Blessings and Life,

Nyandia.