This one warrants a trigger warning! And I swear this isn’t hatred, it’s simply honesty. So, a few days ago, I visited my grandma for what I consider the last time. Frankly, she’s as miserable as ever, just like her children. And I only went to see her because my little sister’s grandmother recently passed, and another one of my sisters just held a memorial with her family for their deceased matriarch. My grandma is basically bed-ridden, she’s suffered from obesity and its associated complications for years, and she has problems with her back and joints. What’s more, my grandma is the type of person who hangs onto bullshit as if her inability to move forward is imperative to maintaining what she perceives as the strength of her character. In simpler terms, she, like many delusional people, stays on bullshit because she believes that proves she’s not with the bullshit. Overall healthiness in general isn’t culturally prioritized in the black community. Delusion itself is like a disease, in addition to being a symptom of mental conditions. A while ago, I was speaking to my grandma on the phone, and I was trying to convince her to go to therapy to see if it would help her alleviate some trauma and attitude problems. But while in discussion, I noticed that I wasn’t getting through to her. Subsequently, I turned on my acting skills, stepped completely out of character, and threw a slight tantrum then abruptly ended the call. I felt bad afterwards, but I hoped that my pretended hissy fit would give her a sense of urgency. I don’t know if she’s tried therapy or not, but if she has, it obviously didn’t help. Like I’ve mentioned before, I accept that I’ve likely caused some trauma with a few of the regrettable decisions that I’ve made throughout my life. And I believe that anyone who can’t admit that they’ve made improprieties is delusional and probably part of whatever problems that exist in their relationships. Again, one of the worst things you can do to me is try to insult my intelligence. And that pet peeve derives from my experiences with my manipulative relatives. Those motherfuckers are the type of people who will spit in your face, tell you they did it to help moisturize your skin, then go and tell everyone else that you got mad and spit in their face! If that doesn’t make sense to you, congratulations—your bloodline is devoid of mental illness. Honestly, I’m not sad about having human relatives, but I recognize that it sucks for them that they’ll never benefit from my intelligence—of which they didn’t contribute to the development of. Trust me, the last thing delusional people want to hear is the truth. To quote myself once more, people lie to themselves the most. In my opinion, the biggest victims are delusional motherfuckers. Because if you aren’t in touch with reality, you’re predisposed to fabricating your own truths. Remember, there are three sides to every story—their side, your side, and the truth. And my side normally happens to be parallel with reality. From my perspective, it’s imprudent and biased for people to prefer only hearing one side of a story. And frankly, it’s also quite stupid. Liars bank on their side of the story being enough to convince people of the other person’s guilt. As someone who isn’t inclined to run from the truth, and as someone who views humans’ opinions as virtually inconsequential, I don’t give a fuck about my faults being divulged—if they’re true. My problem is, my relatives like to be victims, so they lie to appear innocent and avoid accountability. I’m keeping it real because those motherfuckers are never going to do it, ever! And as far as human experiences go, I understand that this one is far too familiar for many people. Simply, if more people told the truth, honesty and integrity wouldn’t be so out of the ordinary. Sadly, many people are more familiar with lies than they are with reality.
About a month or so ago, I developed a sinus infection that I believe came from mold spores or bacteria in the air conditioning system of a vehicle that I recently sold. I drew that conclusion after getting a sore throat twice, in two different instances, following outings where I was blasting the A/C. If it wasn’t that, then I may have contracted COVID for the first time—which is still rampant and evolving into new variants consistently. My cheek was swollen and the whole nine. But I ordered these herbal pills from Amazon called “Ampitrexyl,” and they cleared up the infection within 48 hours. Of course, I’m not a physician, but I would recommend buying some to keep in your medicine cabinet. The natural herbal blend in those pills is purported to be an alternative to antibiotics, and I can attest to their effectiveness. When was the last time you were sick or just felt horrible? Personally, my health is a priority for me, so I diet and exercise regularly. Also, as we all know, I’ve been practicing social distancing damn-near all my adult life. Speaking of socializing, a newly released video shows Donald Trump dancing with, kissing, and groping young females at a party with deceased sex offender, Jeffrey Epstein. And guess what, Trump’s supporters don’t seem to give a fuck. I’m going to be honest with y’all, I don’t give a fuck either. Epstein was a dirty and despicable person, and he’s dead and gone. But I feel like the media has been attacking Trump for all the wrong reasons, and people are fed up with the media’s impertinence and the irrelevance of their attacks. If you’re going to attack a presidential candidate’s character during a campaign, especially when said candidate is dominant and has been impeached and convicted of several crimes, it makes sense to avoid pettiness. What do you think Donald Trump’s supremacy in right wing politics says for the future of socialization as a whole? If Trump being re-elected means that society’s criticisms are going to become less trivial and more pertinent, then I’m all for it. Nevertheless, I believe that the infringement of basic human rights that Trump’s influence will implement cancels out whatever good his presence will do for making people’s criticisms more constructive. Again, I refuse to hate Donald Trump. To be real, I think Trump is a shining example of humanity’s innate imperfection. Be truthful, don’t you admire The Don’s resilience and persistence? Donald Trump refuses to quit and seemingly can’t be broken, and those are undeniable leadership qualities! Meanwhile, Joe Biden appears to need a caretaker. Where do you see yourself in 25 years? At 37 years old, I’ll be 62 in a quarter century, and I don’t know what the fuck I’ll be doing then. First of all, will the planet still be intact 25 years from now? And if so, will I be able to drive a flying 1987 Buick GNX—my favorite car? The older I get, the more I realize that advancing in life is one of its primary purposes. Joe Biden has accomplished more than the average human ever will, and I think he deserves honor and appreciation. However, he also needs to go sit his old ass down somewhere. It’s sad that no one else, who’s worthy of consideration, is confident enough to believe they have what it takes to lead this country. A big part of why I’m hesitant to take on the role of revolutionary is because I don’t want it to go to my head. I see things differently than most people, I’m inseparable from reality, I only hate hateful people, I don’t give a fuck in the most logical ways, I respect boundaries, and all that makes me believe I have something different to offer. Still, like with the presidency, dedicating your life to defending people who don’t appreciate your sacrifices takes a level of selflessness that prompts apprehension or indecision in sensible people. What would you do if you were me? Peace.