Patience----I hate waiting also. That's why I make a point of arriving anywhere at least 15 minutes before time to make sure I don't make others wait.

Temper---I really need help with this. Many times I tend to get people straight with a temper/attitude. Most times you can make people aware of their foolish mistakes by speaking in a calm voice. I need to try that instead of going off on folks. I'm working on it because one day it could possibly get me in trouble....especially with the type of guys that say, what yo name is shawty boo, where yo man and that's when I go off.

Trusting people----I have a tendency to feel that people deal with situations the same as I do, which is wrong. If I tell you I promise I will do something, then it's done. If there is a possibility, then I say I will try. If I can't then I will tell you no. I have a habit of believing people when they tell me that they are gonna do something. When they don't, especially if they promise, I get disappointed like a hurt child. I have to remind myself of my mother's words, "Never put all your trust in man, man will let you down, only God fulfills all promises."
(Note: Regarding my quote, I meant man in the context of being a human being not a male. I don't want you all to think it was a typo and I'm male bashing up in hea )

Last word----If something is up for debate I have to have the last word.

Prejudging people by appearance---I have a habit of doing this and I know plenty others, but we're scared to admit it. True story...Picture it, the south, July 2000, hot as hell. I was driving home from a job interview. I had on a black suit in July and all of a sudden my radio went dead, ok you know I went into shock. Then I tried to put my turning signal on and it didn't come on. Ok a sista is rushing because I wasn't too far from mom's. My car stopped and I didn't have my cell phone. Several cars passed me by, nicely dressed men and women driving, you know the ones you thought would stop for you . Well all of a sudden a burgundy Chevy Caprice Classic with rims pulled up. The guy (Richard) got out looking like a friend of Master P. He had the hat, several gold teeth, a Versace shirt, and a large gold necklace. He let me use his cell phone, so I called my mom. He asked if I wanted him to give me a ride home, and I said no thank you. He said I'm not gonna kill you. I told him I didn't want to leave my car, which was true. Well he said he had to take his sister to the doctor and when he was done he would get his truck and pull my car wherever I wanted it taken. He rode back through with his sister in the car and said I will be back. Shortly, a friend of the family came with his tow truck. While I was at my mom's the phone rang, it was Richard. The number was left in his cell phone when I called her. He didn't try to make more out of it by asking me out or anything. All Richard said was, "I was calling to make sure you made it home safely."

It's so hard to do, but I'm learning to never judge a book by it's cover.