|Posted on April 1, 2018 at 7:30 PM|
This ain’t the White House. It’s the Black House! We don’t live in Upper Arlington. We live in the country - outside of Grove City. Your friends don’t take care of you, I do! This ain’t about friendship. It’s about family! You don’t get to live in my house and come and go as you please! 18 or not, there are still house rules that you must abide by while living here. If you can’t follow them, go live with your friends. So, don’t insult my intelligence with smart-ass disrespectful remarks to impress your friends or whenever you get stressed out because you fucked-up by having poor judgement. Stop trying to be something that you are not. Manners don’t cost a cent, but they will get you into a lot of places in life.
Education is not an option, it’s a requirement. Not raising dummies. Raising geniuses. Don’t return home without the “sheep’s skin.” Failure is not an option. Trying to teach you how to fish! Not feed you a fish. Complete-the-mission at hand.
Rent is due on the first of the month or you will be evicted – just like any other place. Nobody is going to take care of you for the rest of your life. When you work, give back to those who sacrificed and helped you along the way. We didn’t have to do it. It was a struggle for us too. Often, we are still paying for those sacrifices. I’m not your maid – clean up behind yourself. That’s what grown folks do. Next to Godliness is cleanliness. Nobody wants to live in or around filth. Always help people who helped you. Why would you do it any other way? Don’t be a fool for your “friends.”
Intestinal fortitude seems to have vanished in this current generation. Some of them give up too easily and are extremely fickle. When things fail to work out, they get depressed and feel sorry for themselves. Everyone gets depressed! They just don’t stay that way. People find alternate ways to improve their lives when things get tough, by working towards mending their way through their crisis. As we say in the military, “No pain. No gain!”
Once you play the, “I’m grown now!” card you will be expected to pay monthly bills and the new ones you have created when they are due and be broke just like all the rest of us grown folks. Bottom line, responsibility often sucks!
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