Trigger warning, I’m not tiptoeing around these touchy topics today. Truthfully, are you traumatized or just terrified by the thought of people discovering the truth? Abuse is a bitch, it can be a bit brutal, and it’s a big basis of baneful psychological trauma. But outside of an accident, an isolated incident, an eerie experience, or a series of unfortunate events, it’s my opinion that trauma is at times confounded with one’s trouble dealing with the idea of exposure and embarrassment. In other words, not every disgraceful deed is destined to destroy a person’s mental health, but the discovery of such deeds could damage their reputation—which in itself can be distressing and even debilitating. For the record, there are psychologists and professors who’ve been reading my blog and basing lectures and experiments on my theories and theses. Yes, I’m aware of your analyses and admiration. But do you know how I know I’m smarter than y’all? It’s because I don’t need help thinking, respectfully. In life, as an individual aspiring to accomplish things, are you trying to improve yourself and your circumstances or toiling to impress others and prove a point? I inquire because there are definite distinctions between pushing for personal or private progression and promoting your prosperity for public praise or popularity. Improvements don’t require an audience or approval from anyone uninvolved with the reconstruction or reconditioning of one’s life. But the desire to impress others makes necessities of building a foundation of spectators and seeking affirmation or authorization for further actions. Do you believe that trauma, in the sense of being tormented by the anticipation of a bad experience following a deliberate disagreeable decision, can be self-induced? As for the “bad experience,” I am implying that the disgraced decision-maker would be denigrated. Again, how obsessed are you with others’ opinions? Better yet, how often do you choose to do what makes sense as opposed to what’s “normal?” As a nonconformist, there’s a method to my madness. I’ve had to witness people worry, and watch their will weather away after every wrong and weird choice they’ve made, without viewing their weariness as worthy of worship. Flawlessness is a fantasy, and folks will for sure fuck up. But when being “tired of being tired” is a tradition, at what point does society take accountability? Whether you’re trying to keep up with the Kardashians or simply keep your head up, how much of your stress and struggling stems from seeing success as something shaped by similarities between you and someone incomparable to you? In simpler terms, why can’t you just focus on yourself and find happiness through your own growth? Moving on, do you think Jesus was humble? I’ve explained several times why humility, which is defined as having a low estimation of one’s own importance, isn’t conducive to building self-assurance and assertiveness—which are indispensable in leadership positions. In my opinion, one can’t seek satisfaction from swaying subservient suckers without feeling superior and being super sure of themselves. In a sense, leadership lacks without confidence and comprehensive control. So, to be an effective leader, acknowledging the inferiority of others—realizing there’s room for improvement and devising a plan to aid them in improving—is basically mandatory. Am I correct or do you concur? Anyhoo, rest in peace to soul sista Angie Stone and amazing actress Michelle Trachtenberg. When was the last time you did or almost crashed your car? I got t-boned about nine years ago, when I was headed to The Varsity for food late one night, and my car was totaled. With that in mind, do you grow emotional attachments to replaceable material possessions? For the most part, things are just things to me. Still, I have nostalgic knickknacks and sentimental stuff worth saving. But if there’s one thing that’s invaluable, it’s life. So, why allow someone who’s unvalued to dictate your value? If your leader is likely to have a big head, make sure they have a sizable brain to match. The right person will never steer you wrong.
What’s going on behind-the-scenes? Is it all “peaches and cream?” Do y’all think I’m mean? Well, shit ain’t always what it seems, right? Now, we all know that when I get to breaking shit down, there ain’t a scholar in town who can make me sound like a clown. At this point, highlighting that it’s wise to pay attention is something that I shouldn’t have to mention. What do you think you’re missin’? When y’all find out just how deep this rabbit hole goes, by the time you reach the bottom, they’ll be no way out! Without further ado, follow me. Manipulation is being guileful to get the gullible to go along with the manipulator’s goofy goals—it’s all about control. Unfortunately, you guys ain’t good enough to guide me to my demise, or even to glaze over my eyes. What’s the point of trying to hide when I see through your disguise? Please realize that the easiest way out of their lies is to convince you that my stories are contrived. Yet, here we are, reading words from the realest human you’ve been this near, by far! “Every nigga is a star…” Do you shoot for the new moon, or swoon at the gloom you’ll assume while meeting your doom? Quick question, why do y’all still think talking is the answer? Like, what are you saying? Roses are red. Violets are blue. Beau doesn’t give a fuck about you. Cry, “boo-hoo!” But who’s who? Bear with me, because I’m trying to be nice, and concise, but somebody’s got to pay the price. They’ve likened us to “Beauty and the Beast” and “The Princess and the Frog.” I guess that explains all this fog, and the reason I’m being dogged. It’s a Disney production, huh? The folks over at Mickey Mouse’s house sure know how to lure the tears out. It’s grief, growth, and then greatness—that’s how the animated classics depict the big picture. Out of the three, which phase are you in? As for me, shit, I don’t even know where to begin. I can’t trust my own kin, I’ve been betrayed by “friends,” then there was “Many Men,” and now I’m searching for a means to an end. When will intelligence become a trend? If good guys finish last, do smart guys teach the class? I guess my villain era will last forever. All’s fair in love in war, and it’s time to settle the score. Deviating a bit, do you know why Kanye plays “cray” on a day-to-day? It’s because no matter how much people praise Ye, they still say he’s “cray.” Okay? You’re going to get what you ask for. So, do you want more? Don’t sweat it, I’m going to spare your sweet souls for a second. Sometimes, I need time just to silence my mind. And I find that it’s easiest to unwind after a few sips of wine, or that favorite malt liquor of mine. If caffeine is a drug, do coffee mugs contain a crime? What happens when a teller drops a dime? Do you see what happens when peace is hard to find? It’s a cold world, so address accordingly. And only spin around where you can afford to be. You motherfuckers don’t deserve more from me. But fortunately, for me, I have a lot more to be. If you think this is about you, that’s just not true. I write when I want to, to affront you, and when there’s nothing else to do. I bet this shit is going right over your heads, and that’s why you’re butthurt. The tales that I tell can be tailed on trails from here to hell, and they’ll never fail to prevail over whatever you’re trying to sell. “What the hell are you waitin’ for? After me, there shall be no more!” You know what I want, and I know what you don’t want, so don’t front! Y’all better do the right thing, or niggas gon’ be boycotting niggas. Try me! Peace.