What is the best conversation you've ever had?

[Neuromancer]

My girl and I were in my room and we were addressing upbringing and how black folks raise their kids and how we both grew up misunderstood by our families. She explained to me how she felt growing up as a black girl in a small southern town and some of the things she had to go, gave me a bit of perspective. I went on to explain what I went through. We didn't debate or argue about whether our experiences were real, we didn't blame or point fingers at each other we just shared and listened.

It was very enlightening. And the best convo I've had to date.

 

[El Bajo Negro]

When I was locked up I had a celly who was an oldhead doing life. I was only 19

Damn near every night he had the most insightful shyt to say, had me like

Basically about all the shyt I took for granted and that I have a second chance to make a worthwhile life for myself when I get out. The shyt he wish he could do but he never gettin out 

How all black people need to unite whether we AA or Caribbean or West African it don't matter. All kinds of wise shyt that should've been common sense to me but it wasn't

 

[Thatrogueassdiaz]

 

[Donald Trumps Twitter]

 

[NotAnFBIagent]

To a thot about getting this D

 

[Ghost Utmost]

It's been a very long time since somebody told me something that I didn't know that made me go "Hmmmmm".

Usually I am the one telling them the secrets of the cosmos.

The only conversations that blew my hair back are my women telling me how serious they are about my dikc.

Most recently my current dance partner explained to me that no matter what happens. If I go be with another woman or whatever. She wants me to know she just needs my dikc in her life. She told me I can always find her and she will always spread for me

shyt was touching. Seriously. That's the type of convos that mean something to me.

I have alot of fun telling other people shyt that rocks their world, tho. I would guess some of my convos have stuck with them and changed their worldview.

 

[BlackDiBiase]

what a question.

 

[Treblemaka]

Was talking to ome of my mentors about black peoples place in society, what we can do to empower ourselves, and how to move in business. We talked for like 2.5 hours.

Black men get yourself a qualified mentor who is already at the place in life that you want to be. Its like having a gamer guide foe the game of life.

There is a reason almost every successful person has a mentor.

 

[Clay Puppington]

One of my older friends was telling me about this girl he used to mess with. She was bad, said she looked like Zoe Saldana. Head was fire, had that wet wet, yada yada. She was also a crazy ass hoe, fighting screaming, chasing the nikka. She even stabbed him son.
He said in retrospect, he regretted the whole experience and writing the script in the first place because shorty was really crazy. That's the first time I ever heard the testimony of a nikka who regretted messing with a crazy chick.

Another time, I'm at my boy's party and things escalated. My boy ended up snuffing this dude (her ex bf) who was talking greasy to his girl or whatever. I was sitting with his girl because she was a lil shaken up and I said something to the tune of "its 2017, people are tired or stressed in some way shape or form. the last thing a nikka needs is some fool talking crazy to his girlfriend. John did what he had to" and she was telling me everything that led up to it, the situation in general, why she chose dude in the first place. That was a cool convo because my boy is the last dude to snuff anyone so I just shared my rationalization with her and she came back with her side and it was a lil lit vibe. Her words "I hate pussies; that's why I'm with John and not my ex" shyt manifested right in front of me.

 

[Address_Unknown]

Without getting to much into the sauce, I had a conversation with a 'rival' I had made when I was staying with my first ever girlfriend out in America and shyt was getting ready to blow up between us 'cause of her emotional abuse and infidelity. Breh rolled up on me outside her crib like Tony Soprano with a strap for that shyt I was talking a few weeks prior when shyt was sweet between me and homegirl and I sent him a bunch of pics/vids of us all hugged up on some taunting shyt.

Dude met a sniveling, drunk b*stard, not the cocksure antagonist who was popping shyt online and had the foresight to see that I didn't want it anymore and the understanding to realize that I was going through the same shyt that had pushed him to such levels of anger earlier on in our encounter when I was taunting him that I had ole girl and he was out in the cold. I was hungover from the night before (Hosted a party at her place after I found out she had left town earlier to go visit family upstate but was actually at a fukking porn convention in Las Vegas) and just let it all out; all the tears I had left, all the loathing and hatred I had for that bytch and myself for letting this shyt go on for so long, all my self doubt and perceived inadequacies I developed in trying to talk to the opposite sex since she made me feel like I was lucky enough to get a girl like her much less any girl at all 'cause she made it a point to grind it into me that I was odd and off putting but she saw "Something" in me that she wanted to hold on to.

As fukked up as my situation was with that girl, hearing the bullshyt she put HIM through, the moving out on family to be with her, the apartment they copped, cheated on him constantly and then left him with a rent he couldn't afford so he had to go homeless for a bit until he caught himself. It was very cathartic for both of us we recounted all the shyt she put us through and how good it felt to prove her wrong when we finally broke away from her and started hollering at other women (the party I had thrown I met a chick and got head twice but couldn't fukk 'cause I was still trying to be faithful to that evil broad) and having success.

We shared the last of the beers I had, cleaned the place up, hit a diner up for breakfast and made a pact to do better and stop being so easily manipulated by bytches in bad relationships since there are too many women out here that ain't sociopaths for us to be giving our love to. Broke up with her over the phone, left her housekey with a mutual friend we had and booked it for the UK to start living life anew'n'shyt.

 

[Amerikan Melanin]

This gonna sound shallow but the best convo I ever had was with a French Canadian bytch about everything science and sex related under the sun. We stayed up and fukked and smoked weed all night just talking about nature, love, ufos, Bigfoot, drugs, food, race. I still have pleasant memories.

 

[No..Money..Mo..Problems]

My parents are from Africa took a trip there back in the day and talking to some of my relatives there and learning where you came from was eye opening.