Slack. Err...

Once again, I apologize, everybody, for slacking on the posting. I haven't even been that busy to not be posting things. I just haven't found the will to do it.
Anywho. Today I'm going to talk a little about one reason why I'm not a huge fan of the human race.
I can honestly say I know a fake person. I have honestly been through the experience of knowing a person that used to be a good friend of mine; I was a good friend to this person. This person would confide in me in any instance that presented itself. But here we are. I won't even bother to tell this person happy birthday. Why should I, this person didn't say anything to me on my birthday. And I know for a fact this person knows when my birthday is; it's only 9 days before their's.
I remember the last conversation I had with this person. They specifically said to me that they were trying to be friends with as many people as possible, and that popularity was like the only thing of importance to them. They were so self conscious about themselves that they were willing to do anything to be "friends" with people who didn't give a rat's ass about them. I've spoken to this person maybe three times since then. And now we don't even speak. I was the one person that listened to the serious things this person had going on in the back of their mind, but I get no credit for that, because I wasn't one of the "popular" kids, who were probably some of the fakest people I've ever know. [For the most part. I'm cool with a couple of them, because they're actually cool people.] But this one person in particular, who my mother still asks about on occasion, has the nerve to act like I don't even exist, because I'm not important enough to be a part of his "friendship" circle.
This happens all too often. And I hate that it does. I hate phony people. I hate people that are so attention starved that, when they finally get the attention they want, they don't realize it's for the wrong reasons.
Just wanted to get that off my chest. Thanks for your time.

♥

Word of the Day: doppelganger [DOP-uhl-gang-uhr] noun: a ghostly double or counterpart of a living person; alter ego, double

Black History of the Day

Here's a few names that are familiar around Chicago. Instead of just knowing them as names, here's a bit of information about them.

Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks (June 7, 1917 – December 3, 2000) was an American writer. She was appointed Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985

Percy Lavon Julian (April 11, 1899 – April 19, 1975) was an African American research chemist and a pioneer in the chemical synthesis of medicinal drugs from plants.

Walter Payton (July 25, 1954 – November 1, 1999) was an American football player who spent his entire professional career with the National Football League's Chicago Bears.

Harold Pierce (August 11, 1917 – March 8, 1988) was an African-American entrepreneur who founded the successful Harold's Chicken Shack restaurant chain in Chicago. The character of Harold's developed primarily out of necessity, because the larger fast food chains tended to avoid African-American neighborhoods.

Harold Lee Washington (April 15, 1922 – November 25, 1987) was an American lawyer and politician who became the first African American Mayor of Chicago, serving from 1983 until his death in 1987.

Whitney Moore Young Jr. (July 31, 1921 – March 11, 1971) was an American civil rights leader.