Woman to Woman...... It's tough!

Gosh, female friendships for me have lately become a chore! Well, if you can consider lately to be most of my adult life, which amounts to just over a decade -then so be it! Not that I am better with the other gender but gosh it seems so much more straightforward dealing with men as exhausting as that in itself is!

My female relationships up until about twenty have been strong representations of sisterhood where we aspire together and inspire each other toward our varied goals. Now its more like competition, jealousy and cat fighting to prove "I'm better than you". For me, this does not allow me to maintain healthy sustained friendships with those of my own gender because I really only like competing with one person, -myself!

The friendships of my youth are strong as ever and are separated only by the physcial distance that throws some of my very best friends all over the globe. We feel pride in each others accomplishments and share each others pain, all in the same spirit of camraderie we had as young idealistic teens.

So my question, which may remain unanswered is why the adult relationships that I now form with women seem to always involve the horns and claws coming out at some stage? It can't be cultural. A lot of these women are from the same culture that I was raised in. Is this some kind pageantry notion that is instilled in women, that exhibits itself in our adulthood. "Hey bitch gimme that tiara!" I dont know beats me............

So this is set up day. What's happening with me? Lots.

To start with I am dealing with Kalongi ( the 16 year old love of my life that is a green two-door Tercel). I have recently made the move after a decade from NYC to B'more and inevitably brought Kalongi along for the ride so to speak. Having driven only about 3 miles each day for the past three years, he was notably shell shocked with the daily 20 mile journey each way to trek me back and forth to work. This also excludes pick up from soccer, swimming and basketball!

On first getting here, poor Kalongi was running without oil, and the engine gave on a trip that had been my fourth from the two hundred mile trek to NY. The title of "ole ye faithful" has now been claimed for my love.

Having that repaired he was running like he used to until yesterday when the gas pedal somehow became disloged just after getting on the exit to Washington Blvd. Luckily for me I was about a mile away from my job and was able to maneuver two turns on whatever residual gas there was that allowed me to stop two buildings from my job. (Tell me there is not a God!) Thanks for Rich who is my new best friend and tutor for a dumb girls guide to everything auto, the damsel in distress was saved and able to make it home yesterday!

The equivalent of a journal online..........Fantabulous! Here I am to represent the thoughts, ideas and experiences of a West Indian Woman living in the US. Nuff stories right! I am a thirty something, uh let me count...........thirty-two year old Trinidad-born chica living life on my own terms loving it and sometimes screaming and yes even crying while doing so.