What’s your guiltiest pleasure? Fill in the blank. “If loving *blank* is wrong, I don’t want to be right.” For some of you, it may be my name in that blank space, and I ain’t mad at cha. Many times, people feel guilty when they become aware of the likelihood of others criticizing and condemning their actions. So, if guilt is commonly evoked by the anticipation of disobliging opinions, is it wrong to disregard opinions? And if you don’t have a problem with people dismissing your opinions, what’s the point of expressing dismissible opinions? Again, there’s nothing wrong with shutting the fuck up. Cutting to the chase, I believe that opinions are ruining humanity. From my perspective, not only are people afraid and ashamed of being themselves because nugatory opinions have a negative effect on their mental health, but they additionally don’t seem to recognize that they’re being oppressed by the opinionated. For instance, how many of you are apprehensive about acting naturally because you’re weary of or even intimidated by unfavorable opinions? What’s more, I believe that people obsess over other people’s lives and are oftentimes overzealous about explaining their positions on inconsequential things because being fanatical about others’ lives distracts them from others’ opinions about their lives and focusing on inconsequential things is a diversion from the overburdening comprehension that consequential things are ceaselessly stressful. In other words, motherfuckers are judgmental in reprisal for and hatred of being judged, and unserious because they’re unable to comfortably cope with life’s consequences. Of course, this is all more broken record shit, but repetition is stability, right? Historically, stability and reliability have been synonymous with predictability, and those things can be indicated by a person’s repetitiveness. Unfavorable opinions can come with the expectation of actions that one’s accustomed to taking, so being less predictable or more self-inspired can assuage some of the anxiety accompanied by anticipating judgement. Anyhoo, let me get back to this guilty pleasure thing. “Can’t nobody take my pride! Can’t nobody hold me down! Oh no! I got to keep on movin’!” For the record, because Diddy’s hot hip hop hits haven’t hurt anyone, I got to keep on groovin’ to them. When people go out of their way to convince others that they’re too virtuous to support the art of a villainous artist, especially when said artist has made an ineradicable mark on music history, I view those people as suspects. Again, I have never and will never trust anyone’s public opinions. Y’all are scared to tell the truth! Admittedly, I still listen to R. Kelly’s classics as well. In fact, I’m listening to “Honey Love” right now, and “It Seems Like You’re Ready” and “Your Body’s Callin’” are up next on the playlist. I’ve reached the point in my life where opinions are absolutely obsolete. Once more, not giving a fuck is like a superpower. But I digress. When people want you to feel bad about the things that you find pleasure in, especially when said things aren’t incriminating or inherently offensive, they’re assuming that their right to free expression is an entitlement to openly oppress and offend. Needless to say, entitled people don’t feel guilty for finding pleasure in imposing their opinions in ways that displease and dishearten others. And if you want to gauge your own level of entitlement, think about how hesitant you are in telling someone how much you dislike, disapprove of, or disagree with their decisions that don’t involve or have a consequence for you. Do you see how many of my points come full circle? If you don’t have a problem attempting to discourage someone from being themselves or doing what they find pleasure in, namely when they aren’t harming themselves or creating victims, you’re entitled as fuck! For many people, as repetitive as their hatred for other people’s happiness is, and regardless of how many repercussions derive from their inflated sense of entitlement, they never get tired of or feel guilty for hating. All I can say is that opinions are like assholes, and they all stink.
So, I think I’ve made a new friend. And I don’t want to be weird about it, but she’s being kind of weird about it. Caramel cutie, stop frontin’ before I put you on front street. Just to be clear, I don’t hate everyone, just hateful people. Unfortunately, at least from my point of view, most people are hateful. And if women weren’t so clingy, I wouldn’t keep my roster empty. Honestly, though I enjoy solitude, I do get lonely sometimes. But being so intelligent, interesting, intimate, and in tune with what women want, I know how easy it is to ingratiate myself with curious or captivated coming companions. Trust me, I’m not shy about pursuing something or someone that I want. And I’m not too proud to avoid rejection. I guess you could say that I’m embarking on a spiritual journey. Personally, I don’t want to necessitate the company of people for emotional equilibrium. And I don’t recall requiring companionship or consolation for composure or contentment as an adult. Ultimately, we’re not all the same. As I continue to press and promote, the idea that being dissimilar from a majority is abnormal, specifically when one is in their natural and nontoxic mental state, has a tendency to incite psychological breakdowns. Having a bunch of stupid-ass people, who don’t know shit, tirelessly try tell you who you are will drive you crazy! Do you think the notion of normalcy is primarily opinion-based? Better yet, do you think it’s healthy or harmless to allow acquiescing and affected assholes to assign your life’s purpose? At the end of the day, I just want to be me, so that’s what I’m unabashedly going to do. And I don’t mean to affront any of my admirers by asserting that a lot of y’all can get it—with your consent. But you’re going to have to share. A few of y’all know each other, so work that out amongst yourselves. Moving on, I feel like I’m influential and informative enough to sway people’s opinions about things, and everyone who’s casting aspersions on J. Cole for being a grown-ass man needs to shut the fuck up. So, as highlighted in the last post, Carolina’s finest conscious rapper released a new track where he briefly addressed the career-altering rap beef that he very prudently protected himself from by passing on persistent participation in it. Among rap fans, the consensus seems to be that people are tired of J. Cole’s maturity, discredit his perspectives and devalue his presence in the culture because he’s passionately positive, and believe that him bowing out of an unnecessary yet competitive rap rivalry disqualifies him from being considered a preeminent emcee. This is one of those situations where I’m witnessing niggas with grey hair disparage and downplay a reputable and revered black man for pushing peace and positivity, and it’s mind-boggling and maddening. First, let’s not forget that people have physically fought and someone was shot as a direct result of the “Big 3” beef. Second, only imbeciles insist on competitiveness in hip hop—an urban culture that’s been repressively ruthless—involving insults and indecency. Third, again, opinions are like assholes, and they all stink! J. Cole isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and attempting to subvert his status as shining symbol of success and salubriousness just because he’s smart and safe is stupid! A lot of you old-ass, oafish oddballs should aspire to be like J. Cole if you grow up—with “if” being the operative word. Luckily for all of us, nobody takes most of you niggas seriously. We don’t need to know precisely what “a wise man once said” to understand why we shouldn’t listen to unwise men. If you consider circumventing causeless conflict cowardly, what does circumspection and culpability mean to you? Again, if you live by the philosophy of “I’m here for a good time, not a long time,” the good times won’t last very long. Fun doesn’t have to be frightening, joy shouldn’t be jarring, happiness should never be heart-wrenching, and good times don’t need to be gory. Please, regardless of your race, don’t be a nigga! Peace.