Context

I was hosting my Day-1 squad at my parents brand new house in Hayward when I realized just how different my world is from those of you who are more in the position of being a wife or husband with kids. When I say “different” I don’t mean that with any negative connotation, I just mean different.

We were making breakfast when one of my boys asks me: “Yo, how do you like your eggs?”

I joked with him: “Uhh, that’s a personal question, homie. Usually you have to take me on multiple dates and sleep over, then if I don’t kick you out you can ask as you make me my first meal of the day.”

I explained to a few of them that breakfast is a right of passage and you must earn that right. Every one likes their eggs a certain way. I’m sure you know exactly how your boo likes their eggs cooked. 

Right? 

Exactly. You learned over time. You learned when the opportunity was presented to you, you just probably learned a long ass time ago.

I forget that when I write from my stream of consciousness you as a reader may lose all context of the points I’m trying to make. If you haven’t been single in the last decade I’m sure I leave you extremely lost. My world is hard to understand.

You might question why catching feelings are so fucking terrible or why I can’t just be with someone I have such strong feelings for? Why does the entire dating world have a problem with vulnerability? Why do people hook up then decide to be together instead of the other way around?

I can’t give you a general answer.

This shit is infinitely complex and I’m just caught all up in it, to each their own and everyone has their own rationale.

I will tell you this though… when someone comes around and makes it simple for me—that’s game over.