Fake-Up

I’m known by all for my heart of gold. I’ve always been the one that others can call if they need an ear or a shoulder to lean on. Perhaps it’s a good thing my phone doesn’t ring every day, or every week. Maybe it means that life is mostly good for everyone. My life isn’t extravagant but its peaceful. I don’t have children and can’t seem to keep a boyfriend despite my pure goodness. My problem is that I’m always expecting the best from people who don’t have the energy, or inner G, to be the person they should be.

I’ll admit. I’ve given so much, sometimes too much. The goal has been to never give something that doesn’t work for the receiver. Why expend the energy to give if the product isn’t good? If one could look back over the stretch of all things given, you’d probably wonder how I had so much to give in the first place. I never had much but didn’t spend on much of anything compared to most people. Everyone needed the latest this, the latest that. Not me. I like to travel. I like to take care of my people. I like to be able to make moves that are very important to me. So, I typically hold onto my coins for those times.

If something was to go horribly wrong, it’s not likely that someone could be there for me, so it became imperative that I was always in the position to catch myself if I fall. Men love me, but never appreciate me until after I’m gone. Friends seem to always take me for granted. Could you imagine if I was an evil millionaire? I’m willing to bet the story would go a little something like this:

I’m known by all for my glamor and gold. I’m the one that others can call if they need a bailout or a loan that they are not likely to pay back. Perhaps it’s a good thing my phone rings off the hook every single day, including weekends. Maybe it means that my existence in the lives of others is mostly good for everyone. My life is extravagant, but rarely peaceful. I don’t have children but always have a boyfriend who is trying to knock me up whether he truly loves me or not. My problem is that I’m always expecting the worst from people who don’t have any or plenty funds to live the life they should, but I’m more trusting of scumbags who have their own.

I’ll admit. I’ve given too much, sometimes nothing at all. The goal has been to never give something unless the receiver has something I want. Why expend when there can’t be an even trade? If one could look back over the stretch of all things given, you’d probably wonder how I managed to be a sucker so many times. I always had more than enough and spent money on anything I wanted. I was never caught without the latest this, the latest that. Yes, me. I can travel. I can take care of people, but I prefer making moves that are very important to me. So, I typically hold onto my coins for those times.

When things go horribly wrong, I’m sure someone will be there for me. It’s imperative that someone is always in position to catch me when I fall. Men tolerate me, but always appreciate me. Despite what I do, friends never take me for granted. I mean, literally… NO MATTER WHAT I DO. Could you imagine if I was a good-hearted person living in poverty? I’m willing to bet the story would go a little something like…

THE END