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Can we have a moment of honesty?

..... Wait this is my blog, all of my moments are honest....

I digress... 


How many times as millennials  do we get an invite to a party, wedding, housewarming, etc  and you could think of 22.7 things you would rather do then go to that event. I mean its not that you don't want to support the host for whatever it is... Its just that eating gelato out of the tub in you high school tee, and the basketball shorts (or hoodie) of your latest sexual conquest (pause can we all thank God that my mom doesn't read this?) honestly sounds way better for the mental  than the awkward forced conversation about why you aren't married/have no kids yet  between you and someone that you are purely familiar with on a Facebook 'like' level? 

... The Facebook 'like' level is that person that you always like their status, make empty promises of going out for drinks with for a belated birthday /happy hour, and the only reason why you know where they work is because you told them congrats on a post when they got the job....

But once again, I digress... 

Like honestly do you want to be pulled from the comfort of your couch, to put on pants (don't act like I'm the only one who dreads putting on pants, I have to wear them 40 hours a week already), to be subjected to a spread of food inspired by the three Pinterest boards, or my new favorite ,a  vegan spread (because everyone has watched 'Whats The Health?',but i believe that that pint of Hen-Doggy Dog completely crosses out the fact that you don't eat meat anymore, Sis).... Like come on y'all, stop with all this theme shit, where is the mini quiche? meatballs? bagged salad? the wings? And don't forget the 'baby shower punch', don't act like don't what that know that shit that is! 7-up, sherbet and Hawaiian punch served in a large punch bowl, I'm sure its the leading cause of diabetes in the black community but the shit is good none the less.....

Once again, its totally nothing against the host, or not wanting to celebrate their new baby, home,nupituals, etc..... 

Its just you have no interest in being subjected to the pageantry of it.   
Thats okay.....right?

Then you feel bad, like you are a bad person for wanting to do more (or less ) with your personal time..... like its not possible for you not to want to  be bothered..... like saving energy, make up (I can't go to social gatherings without atleast a slight beat because, well.....everyone is snapping and can't get the filters for my angles right- You know I'm right),gas/uber fare isn't a real thing. 


There have been points in my life where I driven myself crazy to attend events (and bring a gift)....When just simply sending a gift could have save myself some energy...and money..... I mean lets face it, depending on the event (and host) this gathering a really more of a fundraising event than actual celebration...
You honestly have saved your host some money by simply declining the invite (and plate) and just sending whatever they registered for at Target ... 










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