Surely the theme of 2025 can’t be for me to shut up! ME!?! And my big ol’ mouth!?
- Because I talk about my shit, pop my shit, and start shit as apart of my personality. It’s like ancestral or something. I gotta speak my mind.
- How else am I going to tell THE MAN all the ways he can go fuck himself if I’m busy shutting the fuck up? Furthermore, how will the wrong people know that they are wrong and I am right if I don’t tell them?
- If I’m shutting the fuck up, who is doing all the talking? Who am I supposed to be listening to?
I’ve gotten the message of shut the fuck up multiple times at the top of 2025. I tried to ignore it but it’s kinda loud the way this message keeps finding me. Now mind you, those who were delivering the message weren’t talking to me directly of course. *inset shocked face of a black woman meme here* but the message felt real pointed.
First, some heffa on TikTok was talking about how the loudest one in the room is often the dumbest and is so busy talking, they can’t hear anybody let alone here themselves think. I agree with this. I have often used the art of silence to make someone look or sound dumb. But for myself, I tend to talk way too much, be way too rambly, and find myself having to play Olivia Pope to some random uncomfortable thing I said.
Next, checking out my homegirl Apple Brown Betty at a comedy show, the premise of one of her jokes was about her ability to STFU as a relationship trait. I ignored the hole burning into my neck as my husband laughed way too loudly at that joke. When it comes to relationships, the silent treatment can easily be a gift for all parties involved. But I am like a back seat driver in and out the car. My husband can be doing anything and I might chime in about my know-how often to his complete frustration. I know I do the most but I also do it better!
Lastly, I watched a few shows on tv where there was a common theme. The main characters had information that choose to keep to themselves that otherwise would have beneficial to the other characters (Squid Games, The Penguin, Killer’s Game.) But you know who it wouldn’t have been beneficial for… the plot of the show. My husband had to remind me of that too. They’d be over in the first ten minutes if the main character just gave up the whole plan, plot, and play. I couldn’t help but think… how often has my big mouth just given up the whole dang thang and cut myself short?
My big brother told me once: Don’t tell people what you plan to do or what moves you intend to make. Just show them the evidence once it’s done.
The universe might be reminding me to move in silence a little. Keep my cards close, keep it all under wraps, It’s gonna be hard cause me, I got a big ol mouth and I never really shut the fuck up. But I think I’ll give it a try and who knows, maybe when it’s time to pop my shit, I won’t even have too! The universe will do it for me!
So far, my dreams in 2025 (like my literal dreams as I sleep) have been quite telling. If they are any indication, than this is gonna be one wild crazy year! Ears open! Mouth shut!
My last blog of 2024 did not embrace the message of STFU. Actually, I got pretty vocal about my shit. If you haven’t, check it out :
For Lack Of Better Words 