Highs & Lows: The Cheerleader
Some of you perverts are probably assuming this post is dedicated to a romper room session I had with some gorgeous cheerleader that I snatched at one of those NFL Draft soirees earlier this week. Sorry to disappoint, but it’s not, so take your filthy thoughts and place them back in that freaky pocket of yours.
As you may know, my posts derive from specific experiences that either I, or people around me, have gone through. I try to make a point of using my own trials and tribulations to give my posts a more authentic feel because hey, let’s face it: No one can tell your story better than you, right?
That said, I would like to ask you hopeless romantics a question: Who’s your biggest cheerleader? Now, most of you will ultimately lean towards your Mommy, Daddy, Sister or Brother but take one good gander over that shoulder of yours. You see that person. They look familiar, right? Through the good, bad and everything in between, they are there pushing you towards greatness, aren’t they?
Are they telling you that you have all the necessary tools to compete with the best of them? Do they make you feel like it’s your lead the crowd should be following and not vice versa? Yeah, thought so.
Yesterday I was watching this mini documentary questioning why successful black woman can’t find a man. This topic makes me gag for many reasons I won’t sound off on because, to me, it’s a redundant issue that opens a can of worms that are impossible to get rid of (that’s another post). One of the interesting arguments made is woman feel like they shouldn’t have to continuously validate their love and support for their significant other due to their own busy schedule. And to that I ask, Why the F*CK not?
Yes I know there are things we should automatically know after a certain amount of time—I get that. But considering the notion of spending the rest of our life’s with each other, those sentiments should have no limit—that’s what being a cheerleader is all about.
Of course, the cheerleader role is always interchangeable—it’s not a one-sided party. He should cheer for her just as much as she cheers for him. In addition, neither one of them should give a dying care who sees that emotion.
Appreciate your cheerleader. When they scold or wag their finger in your face, its not to nag—it’s to encourage. Its their way of saying, “please stop wasting all the potential I see in you day in and day out.”
Why in the hell would anyone waste their free time telling YOU how to better YOUR life? There’s something in their soul that’s urging them to help you achieve whatever is bouncing around in that brain of yours. Let them help you.
And just as much as they push you, you better be pushing them even harder in return. This is both give and take—make sure you’re right behind your partner screaming loud as hell every time they look over their shoulder.
Don’t want to be your significant others cheerleader? Fine with me. But don’t dare throw a hissy fit when you see them cheering for another team later on down the line—you brought it on yourself (trust me, I know).
Low “Scream for him/her, they’ll appreciate it” Key