I Hate Clichés And The Men Who Abuse Them by guest @Bri_Clark

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I Hate Clichés And The Men Who Abuse Them by guest @Bri_Clark

I Hate Clichés And The Men Who Abuse Them by guest @Bri_Clark

Bri is one of those women you meet and immediately she projects leadership, sisterhood, friendship. She’ll also be the one who tells you if you have broccoli in your teeth. Her honesty in this piece is wonderful and courageous. Bri is a terrific book publicist and connector of people. I encourage you to comment and follow her.

Have you ever met someone and had the tickle that you should keep a polite distance? Or proceed with caution? Or if you play you’ll pay?

Have I clichéd’ you enough yet? LOL.

No really…if you haven’t felt it, I know you’ve heard it. In a book or someone said something along the lines of, “I knew they were bad news. Why didn’t I listen?” that you know. Inside you’re probably laughing or rolling your eyes when they mention it.

Well…let me tell ya hun…watch those eyes or you might end up cockeyed.

Yes I can say that I’m glad my momma cured me of rolling my eyes or I’d have ended up with some crossed irises too.

I was just like you. Internally not believing that anyone could have a warning like that. That is until it happened to me.

In my defense, you’d ignore that warning too if when your insides said, “He’s dangerous. Keep away.” You were looking at a 6’3 tech guy who worked with semiconductors. So it wasn’t until I found myself well and deep into a friendship that I realized this shit was going to end badly.

While I always knew it would end, I’m just hard-headed enough (I’m a natural redhead) to think I could control it ending nicely at least.

Obviously, that didn’t happen.

While this was no great love affair, it left me wounded. Cause you can love a friend just as intensely.

He wounded me. And he promised he wouldn’t.

He lied.

But really, did he? There was no way for it to stop without some hurt to occur. However, a text of, “I can’t give you what you need,” being the last words he ever says was frankly, bullshit. That’s right — I want to walk up to him, climb up on his desk, raise my cell phone to the air and say, “I’m calling bullshit mofo!”

And then run like hell before I get tasered by security or worse, end up on a YouTube video.

And while I’ve reached out once or twice since those epically improper words crossed my touchscreen, because I really did care not because I’m a psycho, he has chosen to not respond. My reasons for reaching out were concern. True, genuine concern. At the time we parted ways his life was in turmoil, a back injury, issues with the stability of his job, all happening.

Looking back, I realize maybe I cared too much.

Maybe he was right in that when I cared and was invested in his joy and success, he couldn’t do that for me. So maybe he really couldn’t give me what I needed.

Since my time with C I find myself sometimes thinking of our friendship. A song will play or someone tells a joke, and I find myself picking up the phone to share with him. Because really, that’s what we spent the most time doing…

Laughing.

He came into my life at a time when my laughter had stopped. When the culmination of so much adversity had left me in a survival mentality…inside I was very much dying. Where I’d not been funny in a long time. Except for him. From the moment I met him I busted his balls. And me not being funny is like a redhead not having a temper. It’s cosmic imbalance.

Sometimes I wonder what it will be like when we cross paths again. Because I know one day it will happen. Life is too long for it not too.

And on some level, I think he made the tough choice. I think he said and did what needed to be done.

But really, mostly I just want to the chance to say, “You SOB you clichéd me…in a text no less? How effing rude!”

Then he’ll say something funny. We’ll laugh and we will part ways again.

On good terms.

Not the best terms.

But with a laughing closure.

As a woman who people find it hard to say no to, Bri Clark is a wealth of innovative marketing energy. With a spitfire attitude heavily coated in her southern twang and manners, she usually has you agreeing to something before you even understand what it is. However, the beauty is her strategies are always top notch, effective, and innovative. Because of her ability to get to know her clients in an authentic and intimate level she is the ultimate “Real Time Social Ghoster,” (her own phrase and strategy).

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