No, I don’t forgive any of y’all. I’ll never respect y’all. And if I’ve ever trusted you, I’ll never trust you again. However, I wish everyone good health and understanding—at least until your god says otherwise. As someone who is terrific at transmuting, I believe that I have mastered the art of making strife and struggle a stepping stone to success and strength. I know, y’all hate when people don’t hate themselves, right? If you don’t know, that funny feeling you experience every time someone you dislike doesn’t dilly-dally in despondency and despair just because you despise them is called hatred. And hating is a horrible habit to have, especially if you haven’t hardly healed. Do you know what’s really sad to me? It’s the way people walk around with their thoughts, feelings, and opinions—their specific ways of viewing everything and everyone—as if their interpretations control anything other than their ability to understand what’s important to them specifically. When I tell y’all that I don’t give a fuck about y’all, recognize that means your specific ways of viewing me and the world will never affect my understanding of myself or the reality that I exist in. I don’t know about y’all, but I’ll never get tired of making sense. Again, not only am I immensely intuitive, but I’m also remarkably resourceful. And unfortunately for a lot of you, I know a lot more than what I’ve been told. When was the last time a sour situation literally made you sick to your stomach? How good are you at making correlations? I want y’all to think about me. My name is French, people often think I’m from New Orleans, I’m an Atlanta native, I use a lot of alliterations in my writing, I’ve alleged that the Feds are trying to fuck with my mind—mainly through “coincidences,” etc. Now, think about what’s been going on in the news lately. If you’re catching my drift, tell me that this shit ain’t weird! Do you think the devil dabbles in desperation? Some of this subliminal sorcery seems sort of sloppy. For the record, I am super sane—a very stable genius. And that’s why the dirty devil doesn’t stand a goddamn chance of dragging me into darkness. So, I’ve been seeing signs of success show up through celebrities throwing up the peace sign in recent photos and videos. Of course, “chucking the deuce” ain’t nothin’ new, but y’all know I be knowin’. Shout-out to y’all. Anyhoo, what is success to you? Oxford Languages defines success as simply the accomplishment of a purpose or aim. I concur with that conclusion. I see success as the satisfactory completion of any select desire. Still, some suggest that success is only measured by the monetary and material abundance that a person possesses, and that sucks for “some.” Honestly, who are you living for? If your accomplishments must always be accompanied by admiration or jealousy from others for you to feel fulfilled, chances are your primary purpose or aim is to garner attention as opposed to gathering achievements. Personally, I am comfortable and cool with winning in silence and seclusion. Living out loud is for those who lack the poise to let their laurels speak for themselves. What would Jesus do for success? When you think about it, J. C. was an extravagant exhibitionist who enjoyed exciting and enthralling everyone. Parting the Red Sea, turning water into wine, resurrecting the dead, forming feasts out of thin air, healing the sick and wounded, and much more. God was both a showman and a show-off, and that makes me sure that he would be flashing and flamboyant as a regular-ass human. If someone approached you today and told you to worship them, grovel at their feet, follow their commandments, wear symbols of their death as a reminder of their preeminence, and teach everyone you know that rejecting them is sinful, you would think that motherfucker was insane, correct? Now, why don’t you feel that way about the person who indoctrinated you with religion?
I just listened to Drake’s “Fighting Irish Freestyle,” which he apparently recorded while taking a poop in a small bathroom, and though the bars aren’t as shitty as the sound quality, I’m questioning his motives. Moving on, nothing seems to hold my attention these days. I used to work out in the morning, but now I work out in the afternoon, and this shit has me all thrown off. When was the last time you had to make drastic adjustments? Again, change is crucial to growth and gains, and one’s ability or inability to adapt is crazily consequential. I’m at a point in my life where I don’t know how hard I want to go after success. But I know that I have the strength, stamina, and skills to be proficient at any difficulty level. How warmly do you welcome challenges? Better yet, do you appreciate people who push you to push limits? As I’ve mentioned, I’m self-motivated, and I’m additionally strategic and studied. I mostly make moves that make sense, yet I admit that I take my time at times. And as someone who doesn’t need to show my successes, slow and steady is a sound strategy. Switching the subject, California is on fire, again. Which begs the question, does God love Californians? Having spoken of correlations earlier, fire and hell are synonymous. What percentage of religionists do you believe correlate natural disasters to God’s wrath? I believe that everyone deserves the chance to live their natural lives rightfully. And any interruption of natural life, meaning all interference outside of nature’s cycles or life’s “circle,” is an injustice—in my opinion. Shout-out to all my West Coast readers. Do you fear death? That’s one of those questions that I’m sure makes many motherfuckers cringe. Yes, I fear dying unnaturally. That’s why I exercise, fight shy of stress, stay away from stupid people, etc. Remember all the times I told y’all that smart people simplify complicated things and stupid people complicate simple things? How often do you think people complicate safety and security? Moreover, is it easy to keep your mind at ease? If you know that niggas ain’t no good and are known for bringing out the worst in people, don’t go near them. If your region of residency is infamous for inclement weather or spontaneous catastrophes, consider minimalism so losses are minimal. Even when you can’t change your circumstances, there’s a smarter way. How much inessential shit do you own? Admittedly, there’s tons of things that I’m thinking of tossing out or turning a profit on. Truthfully, what would you buy if you were a billionaire? I’m going to keep it funky with y’all, I wouldn’t buy anything expensive brand new. I love classic cars, antiquities are more valuable, I’m not materialistic, and I’m never pressed to impress. For the average person, chances are you already have what your survival necessitates. Safety, security, and sustenance are the essence of a successful existence. Lavishness and luxuriousness are supplemental—secondary to what’s necessary. Think about it like this, if too much of a good thing is bad for you or bound to bore you, what makes you think you wouldn’t get tired of having more than what you need? Does the quality of one’s life automatically dramatically improve with the quantity of their expendable funds? Gluttony, greed, and gullibility go against good sense and intentions. Imagine a disaster is always impending on your life, what precautions would you take? Whether you realize it or not, perpetual proper planning and preparation is how proactive people operate by default. Not all insurances require a monthly payment. The best insurance is preparedness that provides protection against unpreparedness. And although we all know that some things are easier said than done, remember that complicating simple things is stupid. Nobody wants to be stupid, right? Are you ready for whatever? And if you aren’t, are you ready for whatever happens because you weren’t ready? Think about that. Peace.