When keeping it real goes wrong

I never really took the time to mention why I named my blog what I named it. Well...to be quite honest. Yes. That's it. To be quite honest. I wanted to put into writing the realness that is my words so that you can have it to refer back to later(how kind am I?). Too often a time, a situation come up that calls for "real talk" but alas, no one is there to provide it. Worry no more, good people; for I am here and in my presence I shall provide to you nothing but the real! You may read one of my posts one day and very well may not like it and that's ok. Such is the price of honesty sometimes. As long as you respect it then I won't have to defame your good name =). Now that the necessities are all done, lets get onto the title; "When keeping it real goes wrong". Oh goodie! Don't those make for such fun moments? I like to think of moments like those as little gems of happiness, sent to me from above. There's nothing worse than say...trying to reality check someone when you don't have your shit together. Oh yes, I sense a telling off about to ensue! Oh, how about when you call yourself going to kick someone's ass and the end result is you on the floor with a broken jaw and scuffed up clothing?CLASSIC! Now of course, that last one was a sort of a segue into my next point--picking your battles. I can't express how sad it is that the going notion in the 'hood is "fight any and everybody who you feel or someone else feels disrespected you otherwise you PUSSY!YOU PUSSY ASS NIGGA!". I mean damn! Am I really a pussy for not fighting the 7'10,450lbs of all muscle, just got out the pen, triple o.g. JUST because he said "yo son, ya girl got a fat ass!"? I think I'd take the L on that one, but of course, as it is in the 'hood, I'd look like a pussy in the eyes of some. Who formulated these ideas? Was it--dun dun duuuuuun--the man?!*Gasp* No. I mean, I'm sure he had something to do with perpetuating the idea, but just as accountable are the people in these hoods. It just doesn't seem worth the trouble to get into a 1 on 20 just because I don't want to seem pussy. I'm no superthug. Even if I had a pistol in such a situation, the end result would likely still be an ass whooping; although "thugs" tend to scatter when guns come out. It's STUPID! Put your dignity to the side for a split second and think about what you're about to get into. This isn't Sparta nor do you have an army of 300 to back you. You aren't Braveheart either and you can get touched!