There’s an ulterior motive to my hidden agenda

Being suspect.  In some instances, I accept it as a matter of course.  I fully expect to be pulled over while driving in Highland, IN after dusk.  Can't be Mexican in that neighborhood after dark without a very white escort and even then the cops get bored, you know?  I incorporate ""so where are you headed?""  time into my driving schedule.

 

But then there are times that it just makes me irritated.  Getting followed around the store by the undercover security guy irritates me.   I'm the most honest person I know.  (That irritates me too, but thats a story for another day)  My parents always told us, DON'T STEAL.  DON'T DO DRUGS.  There was a list of other stuff as long as both my legs, but nothing that I wouldnt get bailed out over.  I'm not gonna take anything from your store and if I were, it wouldnt be off the clearance racks that youll usually find me perusing.  

 

And then there are times that it just pisses me off and hurts my heart.  Usually, I'm all kinds of honest.  I do the whole spare-your-feelings thing, but other than that, I'll shoot you straight.  I'm not up to anything that I didn't tell you about 2 weeks ago.  I don't try to manipulate men out of money, don't use them for status, or date them for their car. 

 

Why do men always seem to suspect that I want something?  I may not have a new ride, but I have a ride and if I really, really wanted it, my daddy would buy one for me.  I don't care how much you make, what you're driving, what you do for a living or where you went to school.  I don't care about bling--bling is for other people and I don't care about people I don't know.  People I know and care about dont expect bling.  If I care about you, you are in a very exclusive minority.  Please don't fuck it up by questioning my every move and sentence and telling me what I meant by what I said.  I know what I meant to say, THAT'S WHY I SAID IT.