How bored are you? Most people don’t realize that the majority of their life decisions are initiated because they don’t have anything else to do. When you’re judging people, observing people, mimicking people, insulting people, etc., how often are those actions consequential to a goal other than entertaining yourself or passing time? Let’s break down a few of the unnecessary things that we do to people, just so everyone has a clearer understanding of how bored they truly are. Outside a courtroom, passing judgement is the expression of opinions formed through one’s interpretation of something learned or observed. And people commonly judge others when they believe that their opinions will impress someone. Impressing people, or garnering the admiration of others, is encouraging and reassuring, so people are many times pressed to impress. And when one’s primary concern is currying favor with or seeking the approval of others, they’ll insult anyone who they believe won’t favor or approve of them. Shit, insults can be impressive, right? Generally, people do all that because the motherfuckers can’t find anything more constructive to do. By the same token, observing people prompts the formation of opinions that lead to judgement. And mimicking people is almost always just for fun. I’m not telling you how to live your life, but I am informing you that boredom can be burdensome. Anyhoo, I was bored earlier, and I began to wonder how much I give a fuck. And I realized that I probably don’t give enough of a fuck about things that it would benefit me to give a fuck about. But in my opinion, hitting “fuck it” is the most transcendent experience that any human can have. And though we all can concur that carelessness isn’t conducive to continuation, I believe that care-free people have life’s cheat code. And by that, expressly as an example, I mean people who end up incarcerated indisputably live some of the most fulfilling lives, at least until their periods of incarceration. When you think about it, rules and regulations are designed to prohibit the type of freedom that would make humans happier. For instance, marijuana has many miraculous medicinal benefits, but because millions of people enjoy it so much, it’s often viewed as a method to mischievousness. And humans will always scoff at and attempt to strike down everything that others find pleasure in, because some people make it their mission to make others unhappy. I promise I’m not one of those people. And I’ll try to make amends with one of my opps in the second paragraph, with “try” being the operative word. Diverging slightly, have you ever had somebody attempt to make you care about something that you don’t give a fuck about? That’s a form of projection, as well as a classic manipulation tactic. Isolation and rejection are some people’s worst fears. And when people dwell on daunting and disconcerting things, finding people who can relate or influencing people to assimilate are common coping mechanisms. There’s a psychology to everything. And understanding people could help you understand yourself. Nonetheless, as I continue to point out, projection is different from empathy in the same ways that you are different from others. Try not to be so bored that you compare everything about you to everything about everybody else, because that’s a great way to lose yourself—and not in the triumphant way highlighted in Eminem’s iconic motivational anthem. Again, I am primarily self-motivated, which is why I post so consistently to my own website, on my own terms, without any of the superficial aesthetics of internet success. Likes, follows, comments, and the like aren’t important to me. But what is important, is having people respect my intelligence enough to never attempt to insult it. And apparently, a lot of y’all are so bored that you think insulting my intelligence will impress people more than me using said intelligence to insult you. Please, don’t make me have to impress people with insults—it doesn’t end well.
So, I cut off my beard yesterday, and instantly fucking regretted it. I mean, it’s bad—I look like a fucking seal with an afro. My confidence took a major hit for sure, and I assume that this is what many women feel like without all the fake shit—wigs, make-up, eyelashes, etc.—they put on to feel pretty. That’s not a slight, I’m just saying that we all feel ugly sometimes. But shout-out to Drizzy for being ugly for years before he grew his beard, which in retrospect makes me feel better about myself. All jokes aside, I cut off my beard partly because I’m starting a new skincare regimen, and I want to give my pores a fresh start. Also, my beard has never been full and free of patches, and I hope castor oil will help. Yet, I still admit that the decision to shave clean wasn’t advantageous to maintaining my self-assurance. And when I say shit like this, I’m not seeking sympathy. I’m simply being vulnerable because I know how relieving recognizing the reality of all our humanity is. In this context, vulnerability is being honest and open to criticism, which requires self-awareness and security. If you aren’t comfortable being vulnerable, it’s likely because you’re prone to dishonesty and susceptible to criticism. A great way to grow your confidence is exiting your comfort zone and embracing the lack of comfortability. Yes, that advice is coming from the proudest introvert on the internet. And admittedly, I’m such an introvert because I hate being around people who aren’t comfortable recognizing reality. Before I get back to the prior topic, think about how pretentious humans are to believe that there’s something wrong with everyone who rebuffs the presence of their stupid, soft, sensitive, surly, shady asses. Humans, who the fuck are y’all?! But let’s be honest and judge people because we’re bored, shall we? A lot of men wouldn’t be caught dead without their beards, right? And it’s because a beard is one of the few superficial things that defines manhood for many mental-midget men. With that out of the way, allow me to gently stroke my nasty narcissism. To whom it concerns to a hypertensive degree, if you want my respect, shave off your famous beard, then go on your podcast and tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Forget about all the emails I’ve sent your manager concerning how weird you’ve been to me. Forget about my attorneys. Forget about all the times I’ve hurt your sensitive-ass feelings. Remember that I’ve never subscribed to your Patreon. And inform me and the People just how badly you clearly want me to be a part of your life. There ain’t no substitutes for me, sir. And you’re fooling far less people than you think. Get with Prize Picks and make it make sense, and maybe I’ll consider gracing your podcast with my greatness. Or, continue to have people assume that I’m crazy, giving me no reason to respect you. “Say mane, don’t be a pussy all your life. Be a dick sometimes, and get hard!” That’s a line from the often ostentatious O’Shea Jackson’s new song, “So Sensitive.” And I threw that in because it fits. Sometimes, I’m so annoyed just thinking about humans that talking and writing about them only further annoys me, which elicits silence and blank space. Do you ever experience that? If talk is cheap, what’s the value of silence? In my opinion, nothing says “I don’t give a fuck” like not caring enough to say nothing. And that’s what lets me know how valuable I am to the aforementioned hypertensive homie. Homie is defined as an acquaintance from one’s peer group. Do you want to be my homie, sir? Well, you better fucking prove it. For the record, I have never threatened and will never threaten violence. However, I guarantee justice! Peace.