Joney
Being nice to people usually gets you kicked in the ass. So I'm not.
Soft love is also one of the worst inventions on the planet, because weak ass
people just take advantage of it & use you as a tool when all you really
wanted to be was a crutch. So I love hard.
I go by the name Joney Manchado & I might possible be a Heartless
Bitch (not an angry feminist, there's a difference). It’s just that my tolerance
for whiny ‘Oh-my-God-I’m-a-sorry-sack-of-shit’ people is always at a minimum. I
can’t watch or listen to a person whine indefinitely without trying to find a
solution. My friend whines about not having a bf b/c she’s “too ugly” “too
skinny” “not pretty” and sometimes I just slap her and tell her to buy a blow up
doll (they make ‘em for women now too). She says I’m a cold-blooded Bitch but
always thanks me later for the advice. Lots of times my friends turn into my
enemies because of this zero tolerance. They just can’t handle veracity staring
them in the face, speaking aloud all the things they don’t want to but need to
hear.
I’m brave and usually say the things everyone else is thinking even if I am
afraid with sweaty palms and unsteady hands. Not to be confused with talking
without thinking. This grants me even less friends. Some people like to be lied
to. They like to hear that everyone is wrong about them and that they are
perfect. I usually tell them otherwise, not trying to be mean, but merely
shining the spotlight of reality over their imaginary worlds.
And as far as me needing a man goes, I don’t. Not that I hate men—that
would be a bold faced lie. I just know that I am a whole person. I could do with
or without one because that is merely the strong determination inside me. I
don’t try to draw them with fake hair and nails and “showin’ a little leg” (not
that women who do this are bad… it’s just not me). If he wants me, and is
sincere about it, then he can have me as I am. Basically, I live for me and
hardly stress to impress.
I do not just walk around telling people off and smacking them around. Then
I would be fake. My emotions go up and down with the moods. I can be loving and
even show a bit of soft love here and there. But when it’s time to speak out and
be the “Bitch”; when nobody is saying anything and an injustice is being
committed or somebody is getting away with murder, I am the number one voice. I
don’t mind being a Bitch if that what one is. I’ll be a Bitch all day. But I’m
not gonna sit back and let hell unfold around me when there is something I can
do about it. I stand up for what right at all costs.
While I try to smack reality into everyone, I truly believe in freedom of
expression. I don’t judge people’s looks and ways as crazy or odd. I don’t
criticize people on the outside. You can dress how you want. I don’t try to
dictate the image of society, the inside counts to me. Yeah it might be Bitchy,
but I cannot stand by and let someone wallow in self pity. Then I feel
accountable. I don’t like your blood on my hands unless I’m helping holding your
wound closed.
My Bitchiness can be compared to a box of matches. Don’t strike the match
and you won’t get burned by the fire. It's almost like a silent ego killer. I'm
kinda nice actually, until you strike it with a simple flick of the wrist, but
most of the time it may take a few rubs to get going. Yeah, I'm pretty patient
until the wrath is released.
Yeah I’m a Bitch. And proud of it. I don’t try to play God and police the
world, I just do what is morally correct. And like I said, if that’s a Bitch…
honey, I’ll be a Bitch all fucking day.
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