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Side Piece

I'm sorry; when did being a part of "#sideni**anation" and "#sidebi**hnation" become a thing? As a matter of fact, when did being a side piece to a relationship become something to strive to, to settle in, to be comfortable with? It's nausea ting to watch people, of course of my generation/age glorify the position of being a side piece. Why? Because it's not cool. There's nothing respectable about it. It's not an accomplishment and definitely not a honor, yet I see post after post, status after status, picture after picture with comments corroborating the foolishness. What happened to our morale? Our sense of monogamy? Our pride in being someone's only, not main or number 1 of many? 

Maybe you'll say I don't understand. On the contrary I do, I've been in those shoes, both as a side piece and as a main girl. As a main girl, it crushes you. You find out your boyfriend is stepping out on you & building something else with someone. It makes you question "why", "what does she have that I don't" "what do I do that makes you wanna do that" and ultimately, "why am I not enough". It makes you feel inadequate, makes you question all the qualities you do and don't possess. It embarrasses you and puts you to shame. You constantly flip flop on whether he means enough for you to give him another chance or walk away. You try over and over to forgive but it breaks your heart because you don't know if you want to. As a side piece, the experience is not too different. At first, it's cool, maybe even cute, like "yea your man runs to me & you don't even know" or you feel good cause he tells you "you get me. She doesn't understand me the way you do". He whispers the sweet nothings in your ear & makes promises of leaving her for good to be with you. And then, reality sinks in. Time passes, and then more time, and more time, and you realize you guys were no more closer to being together than the first day. You can't ask questions like, "where are you going" when he steps out or "who's that on the phone" when it's ringing at 1am. You can't be seen with him in public, so while he's flaunting his main girl, you're off to the side, getting into your feelings, knowing you don't have any authority to voice them. You don't meet the family, the friends, the nothing. I get it. I know what it's like to be in both positions and I never want to know again. 

But why would anyone want that to be glorified? Why would anyone want to willingly sign up for that? For a life in the unknown? Having "hoes" isn't it. Being a side piece isn't it. Grow up. Make up your mind. Act like a responsible adult. By signing up to be a side piece, you settle for way less than you're worth. You rob someone of the opportunity to love you and only you with the all of them and treat you how you should be treated, like royalty. By getting a side piece, you string along someone who thinks they're getting the all of you, not allowing them to be free because they deserve better. Either position isn't fair, and it just isn't worth it. Love yourself enough to love yourself and not settle. 

Side pieces are not, will not, and have never been something to attain to. Stop.

In His Awesomeness

"Castillo San Felipe del Morro has seen over 400 years of history. Inside these walls, people lived, worked and died. Their stories are a part of this place".

"It is an aesthetic. Talking to your neighbor is an art. To communicate is the meaning of life--the conversations, the smiles. Alienation is a sickness". 


Both quotes were collected as I was on vacation in Puerto Rico, which by the way, was AMAZING! The first quote was taken from a sign in Castillo San Felipe del Morro, a fortification in San Juan. It was built over the course of 250 years to protect Spain's hold over Puerto Rico, an island everyone wanted. (Please research it, you won't be disappointed!). As I walked through the fort, I was in absolute awe and was stilled. I walked where centuries of soldiers walked, slept, trained, and died. I looked out upon the waters that those very same soldiers looked for their enemy. I sweated from the same sun that the soldiers woke up to. It took my breath away. Not that I've never went to a musuem in my lifetime, but it was different this time. It was different because for some reason, it was real to me. Sitting in the chapel where I'm sure hundreds of soldiers prayed that they either wouldn't die, would die with honor, for protection for their families or an end to the war, sobered me. And in the course of the tour, I thought about the awesomeness of God. That He gave humans the ability to build this majestic fort, in all it's intricacies and beauty, with tools that we would look at as inferior today. That He would allow a structure like this to be in existence for their centuries, our centuries and centuries to come. That in every carving and chisel, He showed Himself

Above is a picture I took of the fort. Like, wow. This is where I see God. In the way the water hits the rocks, but never washes them away. In the way I can see the ocean, the world beyond me, through the iron bars. In the way that the very same walls I touch to absorb the feel, absorbed the feel of hundreds of cannon balls repeatedly. To see and experience the walls that "people worked, lived and died" in is to experience God in His awesomeness. 

That brings me to my next quote. These words were said by one of the employees of the hotel I stayed at (which by the way, I would recommend a million times). He was talking about the reason why Old San Juan, where I stayed, was so beautiful to him. It was very close knit, houses were right next to each other, with balconies directly in line with one another. One could be walking and see right into one's home, while they watched tv or washed dishes or even where they slept. He told us how one man fought to preserve this sense of community within Old San Juan, the historic colonial style, while others wanted to tear it down and become "modernized". He expressed his displeasure with the latter with the words above. Now, the reason why what he said stuck out to me is because as this world becomes more "technologically advanced", we lose the sense of humanity. All the advances in phones, and computers, and buildings, and social media, and this and that, cause us to be more individualized, more alienated--and the man is right--it is a sickness. We can't talk to one another, can't communicate in a healthy way. We don't know who lives next door to us, let alone who we're in relationships/friendships with. We have dinner with our phones, sleep with our phones, wake up with our phones, walk with our phones, swim with our phones, fly with our phones, shower with our phones, cook with our phones, and the list goes on. Anything we want to do, you can bet someone has designed something to allow us to do it. We can no longer hold decent conversations because our 140 characters can do that for us. It makes me sad and I am both a victim and perpertrator. When the end of your life comes, what will you remember? The latest technology you had access to or the people you loved that you didn't? The amount of followers/friends you had on social media or the lack of them in real life? How much of your life you could connect to one device or how much of your life was broken? When I think of the fort and the tools it took them to build it, I only think of it how much we would say how they are inferior if used now, but just think--after hundreds of years, it's still standing. Houses that are built today fall to pieces in less than 10. Nothing is built to last, merely built to please--to look good but have no substance. It also makes me think of the true meaning of life. Is it to gather everything available and become tech saavy or LIVE? I would go with the latter. God created us to communicate, to bring joy to one another, to be there for one another in the time of need. He created us to be something, to do something, but most of all share something

So the next time you have a chance to upgrade to a better phone, or move to a more modern home, or post a photo from your family gathering on social media, take a second to think. Will this matter