My Name is Jali

"Women don't really want the truth. Y'all say y'all do, but you don't." To every man who has ever uttered those words, please read. To every woman who has ever heard those words, please read. If you're talking about a REAL woman, one who has matured to the point in which she can look internally and accept that she is a flawed character and always has room for change, YES SHE DOES want the truth. The whole truth, and nothing but the truth! Of course, there is always a way to say things respectfully and you should try to make it as clear as possible that you are making your claim in love and/or in the spirit of doing the right thing, but the bottom line is that it should always be the truth. I was at a forum last night, and one of the girls asked why guys lie. A guy responded that he may lie to a girl because he knows he isn't where he needs to be in order to be with her, so he lies so that she'll talk to him. There were so many things wrong...

    I came to this conclusion last night while talking to YET another one of my girl friends about - you know! Those creatures. They come in our lives, wreak havoc, and only the Lord knows what happens next. Some stay, some leave, and others just don't know what to do, so they just run around in circles and all the while WE deal with the emotional backlash of it all.     So my friend was in that stage that a lot of us ladies find ourselves in after we've been hurt before but somehow found ourselves on the brink of love yet again. Scared. Here was this guy who wanted to be with her, and she had equally strong feelings but, paralyzed by the memories of being hurt before, she continued to refuse him. The twisted thing about it, though, was that she wasn't even worried about HIM hurting her... She was worried that SHE might hurt him because of what had happened to her in the past. So here's what I said:     I told her that she was already hurt...

Well the dam finally broke Two weeks of confusion, irritation, physical and emotional pain, and anxiety finally got to me and the tears came down... The first week all I could do was sleep. I only got up for classes and work, and then it was back to bed for me I couldn't talk to anyone about anything coherent Tried to pray but I wasn't really sure of what I was praying about and there were so many things swimming in my head I was in no position to listen to what God had to say, either So I suffered in my sleep. I dreamt dreams that brought me joy and then pain when I woke up and realized that they weren't real I consoled myself and went back to sleep to dream other dreams that tormented me and then I woke up to realize that those weren't real either I didn't know what they meant so I went to sleep mentally exhausted and finally had a sleep that brought no dreams, but brought no rest either. The second week brought the fire. Everything that had been bothe...

So I was sitting in the cafe talking to a homegirl today, and she made a comment about how all the good men are at State... Some of the "men" at Claflin happened to walk by our table as she stated the comment (and I nodded my head in agreement), and of course this led to a heated debate at whether or not there were good men OR women on Claflin's campus. My friend and I argued that there are way more good women at Claflin than there are good men They argued that there are not. So we debated on what makes up a good man or good woman, and all of a sudden, I came to this conclusion: Ya'll don't want good women!! Because having a good woman means that you have to be consistent and loyal even when you don't want to be... It means telling the truth even if it might lead to a fight because you have enough faith in her and your relationship that you'll eventually work it out and you will come to a mutual understanding It means being there for her even when y...