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Everybody’s Stupid, LXXXII

People generally do four things when they think they’re right. They either arrogantly make their statement and forcefully refuse to let anyone else talk, they deliberately make their statement moot so they can boastfully argue it, they assertively express their statement then promptly remove themselves from the environment to evade push back, or they amicably communicate their statement and happily welcome civil discussion of it. I’m definitely the latter, because I’m usually confident enough in my comprehension of things to make my arguments indisputable. But I’m also not too proud to concede to my ignorance on any given matter. Smart people are incisive enough to discern that nobody knows everything about everything. The list of things that I find important is very short, and I’m sure some of you can relate. Other people’s personal relationships, celebrities’ private lives, anybody’s intimate sexual or sexuality choices, and random women’s confidential maternity decisions are just a few things that aren’t immediately important to me. Basically, if it ain’t got nothing to do with me, I very likely don’t give a fuck about it! That’s not to say that I don’t have strong principles, because I clearly do. Yet, I principally support liberty and individuality over everything else. For a lot of people, their lives are so monotonous and unfulfilling, they only experience excitement and stimulation by living vicariously through other people or discovering ways to interpose themselves into other people’s dramatic lives. Additionally, some obdurate people justify crossing boundaries by citing their disruptive beliefs and offensive opinions as grounds to violate people’s privacy and freedom. Even though I believe people should think for themselves and make independent decisions, I recognize that in that self-governance, stupid people surmise that their power to have a personalized point of view simultaneously grants them the authority to uncritically impose their beliefs onto others. For too long, polemical pinheads have injudiciously presumed that having the nerve to openly express their imperceptive, divisive, despicable, and unimportant opinions makes them upstanding and secure. But really, many disrespectful people give vent to their anger by arguing. And by the same token, intrinsically angry people are so disrespectful because they don’t have, or don’t know of, any productive ways to vent their frustration. Anger releases adrenaline, which is a stress hormone. Adrenaline increases the heartrate and provides a boost of energy. Once you calm down, your body secretes endorphins that have a calming and pain-relieving effect. That’s why people feel so much better after they’ve vented their anger. Fortunately, the exact same thing happens after a good cardiovascular workout. So, if you have pent up anger that you have trouble controlling, start moving and getting your blood pumping. A good 15 to 30-minute cardio workout 3 to 5 times a week should have you feeling happier in no time. Personally, I walk 3 miles a day on the treadmill—Monday thru Friday, and I also do a little calisthenics. After a workout, for me, just the feeling of accomplishment alone is a mental boost—especially when I finish and I didn’t feel like working out in the first place!

If you start exercising your body, and stop letting your anger exercise your mind, your mind and your body will be much healthier—I promise. Besides, some of the best arguers in the world are lawyers, but who respects those unethical motherfuckers? When you think about what’s chiefly important to you, I guarantee that all the shit you’re accustomed to fussing about will seem inconsequential. All of the most stressed-out people I’ve ever known have always been physically unhealthy, and that’s not a coincidence. The type of people who are prone to stress, which fuels anger, are the type of people who are the most susceptible to the allure of poisonous atmospheres, toxic people, and harmful behavior. I’m a homebody. If I go out, I’m either making money, spending money on essentials, having some safe fun, helping somebody with something, or briefly visiting relatives. I’m not saying that people should be more like me, but it would benefit everyone to be more mindful of the existence of the mental health crisis in America. We all know that it ain’t safe out there! And I believe that adults who can’t sit the fuck down and be still when they need to, are immature and irresponsible! COVID-19 was killing people left and right, and it’s motherfuckers out there that literally risked their lives just to be in the presence of other rash and foolish people. By the way, if you haven’t heard, COVID is back! How many self-destructive masochists do you think committed suicide by breathing? If there’s a contagious, airborne virus circulating, that you can also contract by touching shit, and you take your stupid-ass out in public and catch that shit on purpose, you deserve whatever the result is! How many of you understand that the initial phase of COVID was so bad, specifically, because grown-ass people couldn’t cover their faces and wash their hands?! Think about that shit for a minute. What the fuck is wrong with people? That shit goes beyond stupidity! However, official statistics prove that staying home more often is potentially beneficial to people’s mental health. According to the CDC, suicide rates declined 3% in 2019 and 2020, just before and during the pandemic, after peaking in 2018. However, the rates skyrocketed in 2021, and have been on the rise ever since. Overdemanding occupations are identified as one of the most common contributing factors to stress. So, we know that not having to work while still receiving a paycheck, during the pandemic, was a huge stress reliever for millions of people. But how many people feel obligated to leave the house just to conform to society’s idea of normalcy? I’ve been a serial chiller damn-near all my adult life—meaning I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed the tranquility of sitting at home and chilling. And people have incessantly attempted to dictate who the fuck I should be as a person. Nosy, ignorant, no business-having motherfuckers proclaim that it’s “not normal” to sit in solitude, mind your own fucking business, and keep your peace. But why is it that those are inevitably the type of people who have the most difficult time coping with their recurrent fuck-ups and making advantageous decisions?! Get! The fuck! Out of here! I’m going to keep this shit pain and simple—as long as your weak-ass is worried about what other flawed humans think of you, especially when you base your actions on your anticipation of other people’s opinions, you will NEVER be fucking happy! Stupid motherfuckers! Anyway, why the fuck would anybody take life advice from adults who can’t sit still and wash their fucking hands?! Man… go get that vaccine booster, with your dumb-ass! Fuck wrong with y’all!?

Fuck people! And do what makes you happy. And I can almost guarantee that staying away from stupid-ass people will bring you groups of happiness. For the umpteenth time, people don’t know shit! They get ideas in their heads, they lack the capacity to think past the little that they understand, and they’re always stuck on a fraction of an understanding. Damn, that’s deep as fuck, ain’t it!? I’m the best, just admit it. I keep telling y’all, it’s over for all y’all fake smart niggas! And I know for a fact all y’all read my shit. And for all the little mini-Beaus and wannabe Beaus out there, I got something for y’all asses too. I hope y’all niggas have therapists, because it’s not going to be good. It’s up for everybody! Erica LeShai, if you want sons, I got you—get at me when I pop out—you beautiful motherfucker! Let’s see… what else? Embarrassment. I don’t think I’m capable of being embarrassed anymore. I just don’t think people are real, at all. Y’all only say what sounds good, you’re not who you portray yourselves to be, and you can’t even be honest with yourselves. In order to be embarrassed, a person must be vulnerable to humiliation. According to Oxford Languages, humiliating is causing someone to feel ashamed and foolish by injuring their dignity and self-respect. First, I don’t give enough of a fuck about a fake-ass, stupid-ass motherfucker’s opinion for them to injure my anything! Second, does the word “humiliate” remind you of another word with a more positive connotation? I’ve made this point several times on this blog, but let me give y’all a refresher course. Ultimately, humility is something that a person feels when they lack pride. Pride is another word with an erroneous negative connotation. Pride is defined as a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired. For instance, if I know that I’m smarter than damn-near all the niggas on the internet who think they’re smart, and I know that everyone admires genuinely smart people, why wouldn’t I be proud of that? Being proud is to have pride. For the same reason, having humility is to humiliate yourself! If humility is defined as a modest or low view of one’s own importance, and to humiliate someone is to diminish their dignity and self-respect, if you already have a “low view” of yourself, what more is there to diminish?! Of course, in excess, pride and humility can both be bad. For example, too much pride can lead to an inflated and unrealistic perception of one’s own importance, and when that happens, a person becomes open to a reality check that may or may not humiliate them. However, humiliation is a feeling, it’s not a fact! People don’t get to decide how humiliated a person is. Humility, on the other hand, is a choice. If someone chooses to have humility, they are choosing to be sensitive to humiliation. Pride is an extension of a person’s natural confidence, and truly confident people are characteristically resilient. The only thing that I humbly accept, is that I’m human—so I know I’m faulty by default. The thing is, you extra, ultra, mighty faulty motherfuckers don’t get to tell me shit! Peace.

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