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Everybody’s Stupid, CXCV

I don’t need an official statistic to tell me that observing and conversing other people’s lives is the most trending hobby of today. I would give such an activity a signature term, but all you niggas do is bite my shit and think I’m supposed to be honored because you’re famous. You know what, scratch that, let’s just call it “podcasting.” And from now on, when someone is a little too concerned with something that doesn’t involve or have a consequence for them, tell that motherfucker to “stop podcasting!” These days, if people aren’t tearing through tabloids, raving over reality television, fixated on drama playing out via social media, or minding other motherfuckers’ business, what the fuck are they doing? Has anyone ever told you to get a life? And from your perspective, what is a “life” exactly? In my opinion, a life is simply personal proceedings that occupy enough of one’s time to preclude the need for one to offensively inquire about or intrude into another’s personal proceedings for entertainment or other extraneous purposes. And unfortunately for everyone, per my opinion, nearly nobody has a fucking life! I hate to sound like a broken record, but because all I ever hear is broken records, I feel like that’s what resonates with most people. With that being said, to reiterate, people hate themselves too much to be honest with themselves because that would mean all the lies that they tell themselves aren’t true. When you lie to yourself the most, imagine having to confess to yourself that you’ve been lying to yourself. How would you feel if you had to tell you that you’re a liar? Give it a shot. I have a challenge for everyone. When you’re finished reading this post, I want you to write down five lies that you tell yourself constantly. Once you have the lies down, go to the mirror, look yourself in the eyes, and confess your lies to yourself. If you don’t feel like a liar when you’re done, you’re probably delusional. Speaking of delusion, a popular podcaster recently proclaimed that because performing his opinions and perspectives is his job, all of the everyday tasks and leisurely activities that he conducts while not recording his podcast are also “work.” In other words, said podcaster believes that everything he does is a story that can be told on his podcast, so all the regular-ass shit that goes on outside of him sitting on his ass and shooting the shit in front of a microphone and cameras isn’t separate from his “work.” Do you know why so many people suffer from depression, end up incarcerated, self-transition, or just hate their lives? It’s because being normal is onerous. Normality is tradition, and doing things the hard way—because that’s how it’s always been done—is traditional. Still, anyone who is satisfied struggling and stressing all their life is a sicko, right? Laziness is far more common than self-liars will admit. We live in a world where people vacation from podcasting, and many of the people who listen to those podcasts work regularly and can’t afford a vacation. I’m not hating on podcasters. I’m just saying that podcasters are full of shit! Diverging slightly, when you think about it, you decide what matters to you. And when you don’t give a fuck about most of the things that matter to most people, most people also don’t matter to you. The problem is, most people think everybody is one of them, which just isn’t the case. And that’s why some of you have me so fucked up. The way I see it, those of you who have me fucked up appreciate my strengths but associate them—maybe even subconsciously—with the lies that you tell yourselves. I don’t want to rebuke people for wanting to relate to me, but I don’t respect people who believe that they can think for me. Respectfully, everybody, focus on your personal proceedings.

So, I live in a small town in Georgia that has really “hard” water. Hard water has a high mineral content. And though such water doesn’t pose an immediate risk to consumers’ health, it has a tendency to dry out one’s skin upon regular use. Subsequently, keeping my skin moisturized has been a struggle since I moved to my current residence. I’ve even developed eczema on an area around my neck due to inflammation caused by excessive dry skin, which was induced by hard water and the harshness of detergents in soaps. For clarity, in contrast, “soft” water has a low mineral content. And the difference between the two water types is tangible through soft water’s silky or “soft” texture. I mention eczema because we’re in an era where people have been indoctrinated by the ideal of physical perfection. On social media, everybody wants it to appear as if they have “glass” skin, pearly white teeth, perfect facial symmetry, etc. Of course, there are some real people out there who keep it funky because they know most people won’t, but the biggest influencers are generally the fakest, most “plastic” motherfuckers on the internet. No, I’m not saying that people shouldn’t want to look good, because I know that confidence derives from self-assurance. But how much artificiality and flaw filtration should we accept? Indisputably, holding the false notion that perfection is possible but improbable is detrimental to one’s mental health, right? A few weeks ago, I was watching the “Don’t Call Me White Girl” podcast, and as funny as she is, I must admit that she’s also a hateful motherfucker. In an extensive and indiscriminate roasting session, Mona—DCMWG’s real name—scolded people on the internet essentially for not hiding their hyperpigmentation and skin conditions. As someone with light eczema, I didn’t take offense to Mona talking about people with multi-tone skin, but as the tough-talking tushy tooter asserted that some of those people “aren’t washing their necks hard enough,” I just thought she sounded ignorant. And witnessing shit like that makes me wonder how hateful and ignorant I come across to sensible people. How often do you sit back and wonder why you’ve said and done certain things? Everybody knows that we can’t please everybody, but how often are you displeased with yourself? And are you accountable enough to admit it every single time? Deviating a bit, entertainer Tyrese gets a lot of flak for being openly emotional, and I believe that the way people condemn him for living unfiltered is testimony to their proudness in being phony. Life ain’t all pink pussies, P. Diddy parties, pleasantries, and powdered narcotics—real shit happens to real people routinely. And I can’t think of a celebrity, other than Kevin Gates, who is as authentic and unapologetic as Tyrese. The world needs more real people. And to be hypocritical, in popular news, rapper DDG and Earthly angel Halle Bailey recently decided to end their relationship, and DDG let his nigga flag fly full-mast in the aftermath. As any heartbroken 26-year-old nigga would, DDG alleviated his anxiety and agitation by accosting his son’s mom via Instagram Stories. The young rapper asserted that he’s “not hurt” and “not missing out on anything” following his break-up with his baby’s mom. Then, he revealed that Halle’s “head game is trash AF.” Obviously, DDG is capping like balding New Yorker. Nonetheless, both Halle and DDG are adorable humans, and I think they’ll go on to live happy lives with or without each other. But much like DCMWG’s ignorance and insensitivity, DDG’s undisguised disrespect makes me wonder how unnecessary some of my remarks have been. Despite me despising people’s devotion to delving into others’ lives as a dedicated distraction from their own dealings, there’s a lot to be learned though observation. And where some people view a teachable moment as an opportunity to point out the obvious and insult the indisposed, I see a reason to be grateful for every mistake that I’ve made and learned from. Peace.

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