I’m in an unspecified mood, so this post may be all over the place. Can you handle the truth? The truth is, most people can’t. Cutting to the chase, everyone’s flaws are highlighted, and the flawed are hammered for their faults, because fools’ minds are too frail to accept the fact that they’re faulty without focusing on other folks’ flaws to mitigate funky feelings. So, people lie to themselves to assuage their anxieties about being imperfect, subsequently making dishonesty common amid the constant criticism coming from self-coddling, self-hating, conflicted critics. Is that too much fluff? In layman terms, people are dishonest because the truth is hard to swallow, addressing anxieties directly can be burdening, it’s difficult to circumvent despondency without positivity and encouragement, weak-ass people tear down others to build up their own confidence, and most people are weak-ass people. Recently, I’ve heard a few chatterers asserting that “people lie to themselves the most,” and we all know that y’all got that shit from me. Especially you, little bald-headed motherfucker! If you’re new here and you’re impressed enough to attempt imitation, don’t make a habit of plagiarizing me, because if I catch you, I’ll be forced to tell you and everyone else how stupid you are. Also, if it comes to it, attorneys are only a call away. But you’re all welcome for Beau Amoureux’s intelligence. I’ve quietly observed and studied people my entire life, primarily my hereditarily mentally unhealthy maternal relatives. Yet, if I’ve watched and/or listened to you enough, I’ve likely figured you out. To whom it unquestionably concerns, your profile and pedigree are searchable and well-known to many, so please stop lying to yourself—it’s embarrassing and corroborative to your verifiably horrible history. Diverging slightly, did you know that it’s possible to purchase views, listens, followers, subscribers, likes, comments, etc. for your social media and online content? Aside from automated “bots” that use artificial intelligence to generate inhuman interactions with the internet, there are companies—many in highly populated countries like India—that hire humans to create multiple online accounts, overcome reCAPTCHA verification, and personally interact with content. Some of these companies are referred to as “click farms,” and disapproving people deem it fraud. In my opinion, because failure is demoralizing and unfavorable, a lot of popular podcasters, artists, influencers, and even some unpopular hopefuls purchase clicks to revitalize themselves when they’re down-spirited from failing to reach their personal goals or other people’s expectations. If you can’t tell, I don’t give a fuck about most of the things that contemporary creators consider critical. Again, social media is an illusion, and that’s made apparent by the number of hard-working creators who have large online followings that don’t support their paid content. And we’ve reached a point in the internet business where streams, impressions, views, and other monetized interactions only pay a diminutive fraction of what they’re worth to contract holders and platform owners. So, if you’re a creator, why aren’t you prioritizing independence? Shout-out to Amanda Seales, who decided months ago to refrain from posting full-length content wherever paying supporters are absent. What’s paramount, popularity or prosperity? If popularity is nabbing notoriety and prosperity is flourishing financially, which is most important to you? If you believe that the two things are of equal import, you should definitely evaluate your priorities. We are in an era of mediocrity and meagerness, where many motherfuckers are famous for the fuck of it. Additionally, popularity can be very powerful, but plenty of popular people pooh-pooh their own power. In my opinion, having influence without being intentionally inspirational renders influence inessential. Once again, what’s the point of powerless power? By the same token, desiring popularity without necessitating prosperity and while undermining the power of influence screams redundancy. We all know that many people just want to be seen and heard, even when they have barely anything to show and very little to say. Attention is like a drug, and drugs are addictive.
Many reputable sources report that the world is currently suffering from a “loneliness epidemic.” Of course, I blame social media for people’s crippling cheerlessness caused by their constant comparisons between the phoniness of pretenders’ posts and pictures and their plain and potentially peaceful realities. “Don’t go chasin’ waterfalls. Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to. I know that you’re gonna have it your way or nothin’ at all, but I think you’re movin’ too fast.” Singing group TLC’s eye-opening and award-winning classic, “Waterfalls,” is 30 years old, and people still haven’t accepted that living to impress others is injurious to one’s well-being. I believe that the loneliness epidemic is exacerbated by people’s susceptibility to self-delusion and self-hatred, which are elicited by the bullshit belief that perfection is possible but improbable, which is brought to mind by witnessing insecure people on social media sham and scam their way to admiration and affluence. Obviously, “lights, camera, action” is for acting, right? With all its glorified glitz and glamour, social media could be justifiably considered an extension of the entertainment industry, as many of its users aim to amuse. If you don’t have anything to promote, if you aren’t networking, and if all your friends and family have your personal contact information, I would recommend not posting anything intimate on social media. History shows that everyone was happier before people began committing themselves to “capping.” Moving on, Drake just released three new hot songs as the fiery heat from his beef with Kendrick Lamar finally slows to a smolder. My favorite of the toe-tapping trio is titled “No Face,” where The Boy is calling out all the childish naysayers who counted him out from a distance as he continued to thrive as the lady-loving lord of popular music. If Drizzy keeps this up, especially following his special delivery of “100 Gigs” of unreleased music and behind-the-scenes footage, people will for sure start forgetting the alleged ineradicable reputation damage done by “Not Like Us.” With freaky-ass niggas and weird cases in mind, do you think the overload of offensive allegations exposed as of late has desensitized people to such appalling assertions? I believe that most people don’t give a fuck to begin with, and they only react in accordance to propriety. Pornhub is steadily ranked amongst the top 10 most visited websites globally—averaging over five billion visits a month consistently. The big myth suggests that men think about sex every seven seconds, but as a mature male, I can tell you that I don’t think about sex nearly that much. However, I have been horny thousands of times throughout my life, and I’ve always said that horniness should sometimes be accounted as a period of temporary insanity. That’s not to excuse any of the illicit and indefensible deeds that dumb and dirty dudes do, but I’m sure we’ve all had those “anybody can get it” moments while experiencing nature’s most instinctive call. And I’m mentioning this to put you all in the mind of people who’re just looking for a good time and end up making regrettable decisions. Holding that thought, this is where the respectable and redeemable aspects of social media are brought forth, because there are plenty of real-ass people on the internet who login and look out for everyone who cares to watch and listen. But do you know what y’all fake asses do to them? You question why they’re so real! “Why did you bring this to the internet?,” “Go see a therapist!,” “You need Jesus!,” etc. Motherfuckers act like honesty is dishonorable. I mean this from the bottom of my heart, I HATE you motherfuckers! And I don’t care how hypocritical that makes me sound. Sir, I’m never letting you off the hook! And eventually, at my leisure, I’m going to reel you in, filet you, fry you up, and devour your stupid ass! Everybody, get real! Peace.