If you’re easily triggered, you best beware—sincerely! To everyone who believes it’s indecorous for people to share their personal experiences on the internet, I’m about to make you feel stupid with very simple facts. First, what’s your favorite autobiography? An autobiography is an intimate account of a person’s life—a rundown of their history if you will—which is typically told by that person. Everyone enjoys life stories, right? Another word for autobiography is memoir. And personal accounts of people’s lives are universally extolled for being sources of inspiration and consolation, especially amongst people who appreciate the bravery it takes to be uninhibited in a world plagued with unjust judgement. Second, who is your favorite public figure? More than likely, your favorite autobiography is one of a person who you admire or are a fan of. In the music industry, it’s a well-known fact that artists who aren’t “personal” enough in their music have a difficult time connecting with their audience. People appreciate the ability to either relate to or have a deep understanding of everyone that they invest their time and/or money into. Do you agree with everything I’ve said thus far? Third, do you find or have you ever found gossip to be interesting? If you find pleasure in minding other people’s business, I don’t want to hear or see your opinions about said people’s freedom to express themselves. Stating that people shouldn’t disclose their personal information is like suggesting that history books and autobiographies are purposeless. Ultimately, people are full of shit! And if being full of shit boils down to being hypocritical, biased, selective, and thereupon dishonest, then why should anyone respect or even consider acknowledging your opinions? Humans, if you can’t conjure the self-control to shut the fuck up about things that you can’t control, then at least speak for yourself. If you can’t relate to something, don’t assume that it’s comprehensively unrelatable—you one-ass person! If this offends you, I’m not sorry. If you’re a fan of mine, and you’re disappointed in me, I’m also not sorry. This is who the fuck I am! I created my own website specifically to have full control over what I decide to post. I embrace my humanity completely, and I never want to be anything like the rest of you weak-ass, fake-ass motherfuckers! For the record, I don’t mind people having opinions about my life, my stories, or my writing. But if you’ve been paying attention, you should have noticed that if a motherfucker gets too disrespectful, I’m going to rip their ass apart and make them question their entire existence. Read the name on the header of this website—this is MY shit! Anyhoo, imagine a world where everybody told the objective truth, whether ardently or unenthusiastically. Do you think making honesty normal would force everyone to be better people? It ain’t no secret that I’m smarter than y’all, that’s why you’re here. But I digress. If you know how it feels to be lied on, and if you’ve felt the instinctive indignation that’s invoked by people trying to manipulate you, then I’m sure you’ve never questioned my approach to certain situations. To my loyal readers, before my unfortunate ordeal with bitch-ass niggas, was anything that I divulged ever far-fetched? So, what would make motherfuckers feel like they needed to authenticate any of the regular-ass human experiences that I’ve shared? As if I give a fuck about whether or not they believe me, and as if the validity of my stories is any of their fucking business, right? And as if the liars that I’ve mentioned in my stories are going to tell the truth about all the bullshit that they’ve done. All of those people are insecure, immature, disrespectful, nosy, and nefarious! If you don’t believe me, all you have to do is remove the bookmark to my website from your browser and move on. There are tons of real people who are going to feel me whether you like it or not, sorry.
To whom it should concern, feel free to kill yourselves, then you won’t have to worry about me being so merciless! When I tell y’all that I don’t give a fuck, I don’t think you understand. But I digress, again. And again, to everyone on the outside looking in, if you want to be my friend, just see this through to the end. Speaking of friends, there’s a couple of harmonious homegirls—two sweet-sounding sistas who’ve befriended each other—who I’m almost certain stay tapped in with me. And I ain’t gon’ lie, I fucks with both of y’all. One of you actually prompted the topic of which this post is premised on. Yes, by happenstance, I saw that—whether it was directed at me or not. And yes, the first paragraph was pitiless, but I was speaking in general—a lot of people would like to hamper honesty. I don’t know how much y’all are feeling me, but I promise I’m not crazy—I swear. As for the people who don’t know me, besides those two ladies—and maybe a few others—it is what it is for everyone else! How embarrassed of your humanity are you? Clearly, there’s almost nothing that I’m ashamed to admit. Still, it’s my decision to decide what I want to impart. The majority of y’all feel some type of way about the things that I say because many of my statements evoke your insecurities. Of course, I also have insecurities—who doesn’t!? But never believe that you’re going to tell me how I “really” feel, or what I “actually” think, or anything of that nature. We’ve already established the fact that y’all ain’t me and can’t be me—I’m not like y’all. And while I’m on the topic of being unalike, like all astute people assumed before the Big 3 beef heated up, the aftermath of “Not Like Us” and Kendrick’s victorious reign as a result of it have seemed to psychologically break Drake. Well, duh, right? Everybody ain’t built like that. Go ask his friends how many times I’ve made hip hop’s favorite podcaster cry! Negativity has negative effects on nearly everybody. Shit, all I’ve been doing is throwing the energy that motherfuckers have been emitting their entire careers right back at them. Unfortunately for them, I’m a better asshole, as well as a stronger and smarter one. A great way to curb your uncertainty and anxiety is to compliment yourself on the things that you know for sure are strengths for you. Then, focus on those strengths more than you fixate on your weaknesses, but don’t neglect the weaknesses unless you don’t care to become stronger in those areas. Decide for yourself what’s important to you, and as long as you’re physically and mentally healthy, nothing and nobody else matters. Understanding humanity as a whole is difficult for most people because everyone discriminates, so it’s also difficult for people to see from as many angles as I do. I used to think I was too unkind to empathize, but that was before I realized how often I put myself in other people’s shoes just to comprehend why they are who they are—I empathize unconsciously. And now that I’ve brought that to your attention, how often do you project your feelings onto people while mistaking that projection as empathy? I can’t even mind my fucking business in peace because motherfuckers believe that me refusing to socialize with stupid-ass people is analogous to their depression and self-hatred. Oxford Languages defines self-absorption as preoccupation with one’s own emotions, interests, or situation. How self-absorbed are you? Depending on the context, and your actions, self-absorption doesn’t have to be a harmful thing. But stop thinking that you know people that you don’t fucking know! Chances are, nobody needs your stupid ass to tell them anything. And like I mentioned in the last post, if you were smart, you would approximate and assume a lot less. Once again, not giving a fuck is like a superpower. If you want to be a hero, protect yourself before anyone else! Peace.