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Everybody’s Stupid, CCXXIII

Is being “broke” really the worst thing that a person can be? “Rare” or remarkable people are regularly referred to as “diamonds,” which are considered special and scarce gems that are highly sought after but not easily obtainable. However, as it pertains to jewelry, diamonds are undeniably the most demanded and displayed symbol of status and success, and tens of billions of dollars are dished out for the shiny stones yearly. According to Google, diamond sales are projected to exceed $110 billion this year, with approximately $68 billion in natural diamonds and $42 billion in synthetic diamonds anticipated to be purchased globally. If anybody can buy a diamond, with many people purchasing multiple at once, those motherfuckers aren’t rare, are they? So, how much of what you believe actually makes sense? Better yet, how much of what you’ve learned contradicts what you understand but you still follow the lessons instead of the logic? In my opinion, because belief systems are typically time-honored traditions, wealth is just as much a memorized mindset as it is a measure of monetary and material abundance. I’m mentioning this again because California continues to be consumed by flames as Los Angeles accommodates—or accommodated—some of the most conceited and materialistic men and women in America. And by “men and women,” y’all know I mean motherfuckers, but I don’t want to seem insensitive. My regards to everyone adversely affected by the asshole that Mother Nature is being right now, and my condolences to the deceased. But even if apathetic arsonists are angrily setting sections of the Golden State ablaze, aside from the fire-starters’ wickedness, who’s to blame for their motivation? In recent years, California’s homeless population skyrocketed, and many of the state’s top tourist attractions have been taken over by transients. I think it’s safe to assume that aspiring actors and actresses migrate to the magical, monumental, movie-making, money-magnet location looking for a lucky chance at landing a large “lick” that will lead to a lavish life in the lap of luxury. Unfortunately, not everybody’s dreams come true. Still, when you think about it, struggling and striving—or basically being “broke”—is what situates some starving stars in their seasons of standing strong, starting strides, stepping up, and showing out. Ain’t nothin’ like a good come-up story, right? If you don’t like seeing the underdog overcome, you’re a hater. And as an underdog, I would like to encourage everyone exercising endless efforts to get an edge up to endure until you end up eminently elevated. Speaking of elevation, I wonder how much marijuana is being burned up in these blazes. In California, weed has been legal for medicinal use since 1996, and it was legalized for recreational use in 2016. I have mixed feelings about “Mary Jane,” because I’ve had mixed experiences. Ultimately, if I use the it—the legal stuff of course—I do so in moderation, and not too frequently. Diverging slightly, what do you think dreams are? And I don’t mean the great goals that go-getters go after, but the “head movies” that happen after we lay our heads. Once, during what I can only refer to as a (legal) marijuana overdose, my life flashed before my eyes. Y’all, I would wish that experience on all my worst enemies! In excess, the psychoactive effect of THC can turn your worst nightmares into realities. I didn’t have hallucinations, I only felt the mental anguish—the psychological agony—of being assured that the worst was inevitable. Other than high-spirited, weed can make you horny, horrified, heavy-hearted, have your heart racing, have you hiding, and just hinder you from being happy. So, if you are naturally anxious, especially if your life isn’t going too well—because THC has a tendency to amplify your mood in the moment—consider margaritas over marijuana. Honestly, I would much rather be too intoxicated than too high. For me, a mild headache and slight nausea beats drug-induced, seemingly never-ending doom and gloom any day.

A hermit is someone who lives in seclusion, usually for religious reasons. Again, I’m irreligious, but highly spiritual, and very secluding. There’s nothing wrong with being yourself, period. And toiling to acquiesce or avoid all things atypical is a recipe for mental illness. Are you afraid of being alone or getting left behind? I believe that a lot of people run away from themselves because they don’t want to be by themselves. Do you know who you are? I’m not asking that to suggest that code-switching, compromising, or conforming is always wrong. In fact, having the ability to adapt to any environment or circumstance is admirable and advantageous. Nonetheless, changing who you are completely to counteract criticism or cease condemnation makes you culpable in your own character assassination. Sometimes, not all the time, being happy is as simple as being your true self. And the easiest way to do that is to get comfortable with embarrassment, rejection, abandonment, and the idea that everyone isn’t going to accept you for who you are. But that’s okay, because at least you won’t have the burden of being bogus for bullshittin’ bitches just to be accepted. That’s not going to resonate with everyone, and if it doesn’t, just keep reading. Anyhoo, how do you feel about drama playing out over the internet? The way I see it, since social serves as a system of communication, and when issues are publicized, openly trading responses is understandable. And anyone who deplores public discourse should never participate in it, right? Like I be sayin’, is it irony or hypocrisy when people publicly point the finger to place blame knowing that their denouncement of or argument against open opposition is liable to lure objectors with objections that are likely to lead to the very display of drama that the they claimed to disapprove of? If that’s confusing to you, that’s the way I feel about alleged arbiters arguing against arguments. Think about it like this, if you feel compelled to communicate your concerns about conflicts that don’t involve you, how do you think people in conflict feel about the complications that caused their contention? Who the fuck are you to tell people how, where, and when to express themselves? There’s a thin line between voiced opinions and vitriol when people can’t control each other’s emotions. At the end of the day, saying nothing and staying out of other people’s business is the best way to prove that you disapprove of drama. Because otherwise, you’re just welcoming what you claim you don’t want. Speaking of drama, I wasn’t paying much attention, but I think that whole shit between the New York rapper couple and the “GWOAT” was fake. Shout-out to the three of y’all. When was the last time you went out of your way and did something wild for attention? Over and above that, how extreme are y’all willing to get for my attention? It’s tough to top the toon-like lunacy that’s already taken place. Deviating a bit, how much do you value yourself? Right now, I’m in a transitional period in my life. And as I linger in what looks like a lowly position to the less enlightened, I’ve always felt worthy. What’s more, there’s almost nothing that comes across my timeline these days that my influence isn’t incorporated in—we all know that. At this point, there’s no doubt in my mind that I am indeed a legend, and I will make history. How many of y’all can relate to that? Evincing eminence as an educator of sorts is excellent encouragement, and I’m going to do everything to eternize this high esteem. Do you want to be saved? How many of y’all are willing to do whatever it takes to save yourselves? From experience, I can say that there’s nothing more empowering than enlightenment. Educating yourself about yourself and believing what you’ve learned enough to effectuate your self-knowledge effectively is evolutionary. Remember to “be the change that you wish to see in the world.” Peace.

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