I tweeted some shit one day about Urkle and the Thirst and then one of my boys
showed me this piece by the homey @TheLastJ. Only right I spred the love and
give you "The Thirst" from another angle and good POV.
Check it out and as usual leave feedback, we would love it.
Salutations,
greetings, and long winded gang, affiliated handshakes to everyone out here on
these innanet streets. Most importantly, to the good folk of the L’Creme Nation
for allowing me to share some thoughts with the people via public library
computer (which I may or may not have strong-armed from some 12 year old).
Today I, Jr aka Black Galifianakis aka Young Pocket Lint aka Dances with Empty
Wallets, want to clear up some mistaken notions regarding an instance that we
all may or may have not experienced; Thirst. But before we get into certain
intricacies of thirst, we must first find a fundamental understanding of what thirst
means. Let us open up our dictionaries, shall we?
Thirst(n): strong or eager desire;
craving; an intense need.
Thirst.
We all experience it, reciprocate it, some feed off of it, and others may be
repulsed by it. Thirst in regards to basic necessities, are a given. But thirst
in regards to courting the opposite sex seems to be the Rubik’s cube of life
some have yet to solve. Thirst is necessary, especially when seeking the
affections of big booty Shauna who lives down the block, yet is oblivious to
your swaggerless existence. Its something that should be handled and monitored
with care. The reason why thirst seems to bamboozle even the smoothest of
players(and playettes) is that gauging the person being courted is NEVER easy.
Examples
of such miscalculations can be seen on Nick at Nite daily, from bayside High’s
own Screech, to Steve Urkel. You could even toss Stephon Urquelle up on that
list of cats who fumbled in the red zone. In Steve and Screech’s cases, they
were too aggressive(insufficient swag levels notwithstanding). Flowers, poems,
colossal displays of affection towards women they hadn’t even seen naked yet. All
these simptastic things only gave Lisa Turtle and Laura Winslow more of a
reason to never buss it open for them.
One
of the many Thirst Violation—>http://youtu.be/ST4YSoLyexs
Now
on the other end of the spectrum, Stephon Urquelle was the smoothest thing to
ever happen to the Friday night 8pm time slot on ABC. But he too had his
miscues, his swag alone had laura open, all he had to was put a small piece of
thirst bait out there and wait for her to deliver the box on a platter.—>http://youtu.be/ljt6RingEuk
Nah,
but Stephon chose to take his unprecedented levels of swagdom far beyond the
human limits and in turn, turned Laura off. And he NEVER got see that good good
she had to offer. Who says TV doesn’t offer life lessons?
**
Side note**Maxine and Myra were always, to me, badder than Laura. This is not
up for discussion.
As
of late, it seems some folk have misinterpreted the meaning of thirst. On
twitter and facebook, there’s a plethora of conceited, self centered women(and
men) who take pride in “exposing” their interpretation of thirst. For months
now I’ve witnessed the screencaps and twitpics of people pouring their whole
being into a private message, that is sent in confidence, only to end up as a
punchline on some message board or timeline. Lets get a few things straight
here: If someone who you never spoke to lets you know how they feel
about you, its not thirst. But if you denied his or her previous 13 advances,
its thirst. There seem to be some people who never got any
attention before they found out what an ethernet cord was, so now that they get
a some attention they turn their noses up and toss up tweets and facebook
status updates such as: “OMG these Ni**as be sweating me, i know imma
bad B*tch…. fall back. ugh…” or “I got hoes I ont’ een know on
my dick cuh, guess they feelin the swag, nyamshayin’?”. The fuck outa here,
if those ever so lonely souls never dropped those tender, heart felt messages,
in your inbox you’d be on Christian Mingle right now telling some 350 pound
whale hiding behind a photoshopped picture that you’d drink their bathwater
like hot top ramen water in January. I completely understand if there was ever
a place for fronting, the internet was that place. But fronting at the expense
of others, was never cool, especially when your self esteem is lower than a
Bobby Valentino ankle sock.
Listen
people, thirst is cool. As I stated before its necessary, when done in
moderation its a great way to let that other person know you’re interested. It
shouldn’t be used as documented ransom during an internet beef. If a man wants
to display thirst to that chick with table coasters over her areolas in her
twitcon, if a woman wants to send dehydrated e-letters of love to the guy that
photoshopped his head on Ll cool J’s body, so be it. Let em cook. You never
know how it’ll work out for them. All we ask is that it stay how it started, in
privacy.
“We
are thirst, thirst is we. Thirst is life.” – Anon
Peace
out.
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