Before I go off on one of my signature “fuck people” rants, let me explain why I’m doing it. There are two things that help people understand each other, and that’s experience and empathy. With experience, you sympathize with similar people because you’ve experienced the same things. And with empathy, you feel people’s pleasure or pain because you’re able to psychologically put yourself in their position. These days, a lot of the people who speak on certain things don’t have any experience on the matter in question or empathy for the subject of their opinion. I believe that a significant distinction between me and other opinion-givers is my ability to empathize with humans on their individual levels. And the more misunderstood a person is, the harder I try to understand them. Again, I wasn’t always that way. For instance, I used to think that weak-minded people should just toughen up. But my sister’s passing helped me realize that I probably could have helped her with her life-long depression had I empathized with how misunderstood she was. In clinical psychology, grief has five inarguable phases, which are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. And when my sister passed, it seemed like I went directly to the anger phase. I was angry at her for what I perceived as her giving up, I was angry at myself for always letting her down and being unable to motivate her, and I was furious at everyone who I thought contributed to her depressive tendencies. My sister had lupus and other health complications, which ultimately caused her demise. Nobody amongst my maternal relatives gets along, and it’s because everyone is emotionally unintelligent and traumatized by toxicity. Once more, if you prefer for the internet to only host lies and content for lollygagging, beauamoureux.com ain’t the spot for you! And if you can’t tell how down-to-Earth and anti-bullshit I am by my personality and perspectives, you’re probably not very smart. The long-ago-mentioned spat that I had with my ex-convict uncle at my aunt’s house was due to his highly institutionalized and horribly insecure mind prompting him to perceive an exclamation point in a text message not as a symbol of urgency, but as an affront to his manhood. The nigga’s life was in shambles and he tried to take it out on me, so I told him how much and why he hates himself, then I called his arch nemeses—the “po-po.” My uncle also has a turbulent relationship with his son. The thing about trauma and emotional unintelligence is that they’re often inherited and hereditary. Family rivalries are so common because hostility and intransigence are both learned behaviors and symptomatic of genetic dispositions toward impulsive behavior. There’s a widely-held misconception that suggests being estranged from one’s relatives indicates that one is problematic. However, parting ways with poisonous people to protect one’s peace isn’t in particular an act of being problematic. I’d obviously make an awesome friend, right? I’m intelligent, I’m a great listener, I’m rational and realistic, I’m mature, I’m virtuous, etc. And knowing who I am and what I deserve makes me value myself highly. I don’t want to be everybody’s fucking friend! Believe it or not, everybody doesn’t want the same things. Some people just like being left the fuck alone, and people would know that’s not uncommon if they weren’t so focused on want they want for people as opposed to what people want for themselves. Again, that pretentiousness and insolence is repelling. So, “lady lecturer,” with your beautiful self, if there’s an outpouring of people proclaiming new-found comfort and contentment with solitude, what is your assumed “red flag” highlighting? Nah, for real, lady, you are annoyingly beautiful! That’s why bitches don’t like you. Nearly everything that we do is a choice. Naturally, some people choose to ride solo. And individualists are normally the strongest-minded people because they’re the least dependent on companionship for a sense of belonging. Hate it or love it, it is what it is.
What’s special about having an opinion? Once again, all podcasters and radio hosts do is sit on their asses and voice their opinions. And shout-out to Mal for reinforcing my point, as he declared, and I may be paraphrasing, “we take ourselves too seriously.” Do you know that YouTube counts a new view, up to 5 times per 24-hour period, every time an account views a video for at least 30 seconds? So, all the views on long-form content never represent unique viewers, only the number of times the video was viewed at least 30 seconds per session. I think that’s an eye-opening fact for everyone who’s made a habit of inflating their importance. Diverging slightly, do you think people have to be crazy to pursue their dreams? Everybody sacrifices something to get what they want. Commonly, conventional people sacrifice their fulfillment for job security, and unconventional people sacrifice job security for their fulfillment. There is absolutely, positively nothing wrong with being resilient enough to find comfort in failing repeatedly with the determination to always meet the next goal. Like I said, the last thing that I want to be is “normal.” And I bear my crosses bare-faced. Moving on, have you ever wondered why people are so enthralled by sex scandals? If that question has never crossed your mind, it’s likely because you appreciate that most people are aroused and astounded by salacious stories. A lot of people don’t have the guts to live freely, so they live vicariously through the gutsy. Let’s be honest, if humans weren’t so obsessed with other people’s opinions, “freak offs” would be as frequent as potlucks. On a scale of one to ten, how much do you really care about what other people are doing? Now, before you lie to yourself, that number is indisputably at least a five for the average person—especially podcasters. I’m never worried about who is fucking who, for what, how frequently, if it’s good, or anything of that nature. And as a private person, I’m a defender of everyone’s right to privacy. Still, I can’t lie, Diddy looks like the devil incarnate in his most recent mugshot. And the hate-filled accusations against “Love” just keep on coming. Without dismissing his allegations, I believe that Diddy is misunderstood. And as a psychology nerd, I recognize the extensive revelations that could derive from getting Diddy to reveal his frames of mind amidst his vilest behaviors. Do you know the parts of movies when the protagonists catch the antagonists, and the protagonists mean to acquire vital information from the antagonists, but the protagonists get trigger-happy and eliminate the antagonists prematurely? That’s what stupid people do in teachable moments—they let their callous nature fuel their hatred for cruel people so much that the lines are blurred! Going back to the topic of solitude, “lady lecturer” asserts that she wants to be surrounded by people who hold her accountable, and she made said assertion in a way that suggests one disregarding people’s input is indicative of one’s delusion. I may be going out on a limb here, but I’d assume that “lady lecturer” hasn’t had much direct experience with hateful people. The facts of the matter are, many people don’t want to see others do better than them, and many people don’t want to see people succeed at anything that they weren’t involved with. Lady, bad people are everywhere, and as much as you discriminate, you’ve made avoiding people who disagree with you a lifestyle choice. But you’re not alone, because discrimination is a process necessary in determining compatibility, and most people don’t care to associate with people who they deem incompatible. That’s true for all types of relationships, and even affects cordiality. If you want to make unassailable arguments, always anticipate objectors’ responses before you express your opinions. By referring to feedback and putting yourself in other people’s shoes, you’ll be able base your opinions on more substantiated grounds. I’m just trying to be a people person, y’all. That’s what this blog is all about. Peace.