Welcome to the first blog ever created here at Dummie Diaries. I’m your host, ViJay S. I’d like to begin with a disclaimer that I’m no expert, merely a fly on the wall in the room of life, ranting here and there about the stupid shit I see people doing. Sometimes, all we really need is that one innocent bystander to let us know we look like corn ass fools out here so we can get our shit together. Folks, I am that bystander and I’m here for you!

Let’s be honest: if you’re already offended by my language, then this blog won’t be for you. We need to keep in mind that often times, we let the messenger get in the way of us receiving the messages intended for us, and that’s how we came to be in the predicaments we’re in that led us to seek me out anyway. I’m not for everyone, I know this. But at the end of the day, I simply want to help a few of you to help yourselves.

Today, I want to address something I was talking about with a really good friend of mine: the decrease in loyalty among friends. It used to be “bros before hos”, meaning we put our friendships above meaningless relationships because those come and go (often literally). These days, though, our friends are using us to be their wingmen- you know, the friend who entertains the ugly friend so that the other guy can holler at the hot chick. Except that your chick was the hot chick and they realized it after you and the chick hit it off and hooked up. Then, feeling like you got the better end of the deal, they turn around and fuck your hot chick, and then be like, “you mad, or nah?”

It didn’t always used to be this way. I mean, back when we were on school yards playing pogs and using marbles as currency, friendship was everything. The Spice Girls were even like, “if you want to be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.” So…when did it change? There’s something about this new generation when we’re so caught up in IGs, DMs, hash tags, retweets, and emotes that hide what we truly feel that we’re disconnecting. There’s this need to have the whole world like us and approve of what we’re doing instead of standing by our day ones- the friends that have always been down for us since the beginning.

I mean, after all, isn’t it about the networks we create and the references we defer to in order to advance? How many people on your friends list can you actually add to your resume? Or call when you’re in a bind? How many of these people really know who you are, can tell stories about you to your kids when you die? But… We just have to have their significant other, their life. Instead of being proud of how far they’ve come, we’re trying to figure out how many times we can make their girlfriends come. We’d rather stab each other in the back than tell them to their face about the envy we’re experiencing and possibly see each other through it. If this is friendship, I want it like a hustler who is about his guap (money) wants to waste time.