Thugs need no memory ;)
I wouldn't exactly call myself a thug. As my mother likes to say, I have a mean streak.
Growing up I was always trying to hang out with my male cousins. Because of this I had to prove I could fit in. I would run, jump, fight, fall, climb, race...whatever they were doing, so was I. Sometimes I didn't know when to turn the daredevil in me off.
"Nikki, I dare you to put your gum in her hair." I shouldn't have done it but she dared me. So I HAD TO!!!
I think my friends may have taken advantage of my daredevil qualities and used it to their own advantages. I say that because I didn't have a problem with Kim Brown. True, she used to walk around acting like her shit didn't stink, but I really could care less. Now, my best friend on the other hand couldn't stand her ass. "Look at her! Ugh, I hate that bitch. I dare you to punch her in the face when she walks by." I KNOW, I KNOW, I shouldn't have done it, but I did.
My desire to fit in and be accepted by certain groups made me do things that I knew were bad but I did them anyway. All they had to do was say three little words...
I DARE YOU!
Now I ask you, does that make me a thug? or someone with a mean streak? or simply weak and susceptible to peer pressure?
I dare you to be nice.
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