How many infuriatingly stupid-ass people have you encountered in your life? And I don’t mean someone who just mildly aggravates you from time to time, but someone who you’ve envisioned physically harming. We can mosey around and promote the inoffensive belief that initiating violence is a violation of the target’s human rights, but some people will rile you into a rampage, right? Again, my 52-year-old aunt suffers from mental sicknesses, and she is like a Sour Patch Kid. She will randomly start shit out of spite or as a symptom of mania, then, as if she has amnesia, she’ll turn around and act like the shit that she started never happened. Additionally, my aunt lies to justify the bullshit that she institutes and instigates, and she does it to beat her victims to explaining the story—hoping that her lies will supersede the truth. That’s some manipulation for your ass, ain’t it? I have a young uncle who my grandmother and aunt have always treated like crap—since he was a small child. And over the years, I’ve had to restrain my young uncle from attacking my 52-year-old aunt several times. That “unstable creature” brings the worst out of everybody! Said uncle moved out on his own when he was 18 and has been flourishing ever since. As someone who painfully practices sustaining my willpower and maintaining my composure, I can see why that’s not a propitious practice for most people. Outward expression is alleviating and boosts mental healthiness, whereas inward suppression is aggravating and most likely to cause mental breakdowns. Like always, I’m about to be honest. I know for a fact that there’s a “monster” lurking inside me, and I’m aware that my immense passion and seriousness often translates through my writing. However, for those who are prone to misinterpret, I’m not unleashing that beast just yet. Right now, I think it’s best for me and everyone else that I remain cool and calmly captivating. Diverging slightly, I know it’s difficult to stay strong when you’re surrounded by weak-minded people who’re oblivious to their comprehensive incomprehension. For instance, my relatives are primarily physically and mentally unhealthy, but all they do is sit around and prescribe and postulate what everyone else should be doing—as if they aren’t prime examples of who and what not to be! Never let someone else’s stupidity stop you from succeeding. Moving on, how often do you see or hear something that applies to you, but isn’t directed at you, that you internalize because “the shoe fits?” Oftentimes, I’m generalizing and not even thinking about you motherfuckers, but that doesn’t stop your peripheral inhibitions from entering the picture, does it? Then again, other times the correlations are deliberate. Through observation, I believe it’s evident that many successful people are far more out of touch with reality than they’re capable of imagining. For example, I’m an overt introvert, and people who’re too immature to sit down and shut up for extended periods of time, or who’re insecure about being home a lot, allege that people like me “live in a bubble.” But not so ironically, those same people usually aren’t knowledgeable or sophisticated enough to discern the differences between facts and the truth and their beliefs and opinions. Over and above that, opinionated people who socialize and associate frequently don’t diversify their affiliates much because they’re ordinarily obsessive about how they’re perceived by spectators. If you believe you have a reputation to uphold, or if you’re closed-minded, you’re going to stick to what you know or what you’re comfortable with. Nonetheless, being true to yourself isn’t inexcusable, just don’t presume that your undeviating or predetermined perspectives hold merit in a world that expands far beyond your scope! How can you explain things that you aren’t aware of? Make that make sense. Do you know how I know most people are insecure? I say it a lot, and it’s because you inhibited souls are slaves to normality and acceptance. But I digress.
How many of you have labeled me a “keyboard warrior?” Obviously, this isn’t a social media platform or a comment section, it’s a blog—and I’m a writer. First of all, if talk is cheap, then the method of communication doesn’t change that, right? You can both write and say things that you don’t mean, and there’s no real difference betwixt the two. Second, if you’ve been offended by my remarks and don’t believe that I’d have the same energy in person, why should anyone be intimidated by you? What the fuck is scary about flesh and blood human beings?! Third, I don’t make threats, I just make sense. And that’s why you niggas are mad, huh? It’s okay, y’all have my permission to continue hating me because I read you niggas like a one-word sentence and see right through your fronts and facades, I don’t mind. All internet and media content is based on the disclosure and dissemination of information and opinions. And there will always be critiques and criticisms among said information and opinions. If you’re in the public eye, people are going to have thoughts and feelings about you and your work, and they’re liable to make those thoughts and feelings known. There’s nothing that I can do to stop people from talking about me, and there ain’t shit that you can do to prevent everyone from expressing themselves, period! How often are you proven wrong? Furthermore, how much does realizing that you’re often wrong discourage you? Once again, people who hate themselves want you to hate yourself. And that’s why humans have normalized and accepted the notion that inaccuracies equate to unreliability and unworthiness, which ultimately makes humble people misinterpret their inevitable mistakes as a sign of broad ineligibility or overall inferiority. In my opinion, the refusal of motherfuckers’ opinions is vital to everybody’s pleasure and prosperity. If you don’t stop giving a fuck, you’ll never be fully confident, and that lack of confidence will make you apprehensive to pursue many of the things that you desire. Deviating a bit, how can you stand out or individualize yourself if you’re too concerned with being accepted? Better yet, do you even want to be distinguished apart from the masses? Obviously, I want to be recognized as the one and only me, and I don’t want to be compared—or even comparable—to anyone. I believe that the best way to establish your individuality or unique identity is to stop hating yourself. And I bet you don’t even realize how much you’re reducing your potential and possibilities by simply being humble. I haven’t made this point in a while, so allow me to reiterate. Essentially, humility—or humbleness—is the belief that there’s nothing special about you that makes you more important than anyone else. Now, superficially, does that belief seem conducive to enhancing one’s confidence? If you don’t believe that you’re better than anyone, what would motivate you to compete, or even to strive to match or exceed the accomplishments of someone who inspires you? Please, unlearn the belief that humility is a good thing—it’s a dream killer! Of course, the antithesis of humility is pride. And in excess, pride will make you believe that you’re more important than you’ll ever be. Nevertheless, without a little pride—which is the feeling of satisfaction derived from the appreciation of your accomplishments—you’ll have no sense of self-worth. A little pride and a lot of self-control will help you sustain a manageable and respectable level of confidence. To wrap this up, I was scrolling YouTube the other day, and Tabitha Brown popped up in my recommendations. Tabitha was doing one of those “I don’t know who needs to hear this” monologues, and I only watched a few seconds of it. But she was telling the viewers “it’s not your fault.” And from my perspective, that’s the last thing that people need to hear today. Please, don’t be sullen in victimhood. Learn from your experiences, determine what you could’ve done to avoid bad experiences, and right those wrongs. Soldiers don’t have time to sulk, the world is a warzone! Peace.