Spectators, if you’re tired of reading about this shit, imagine how I feel. To whom it unequivocally concerns, if I never cared to speak to you via Twitter Spaces, never followed you on social media, never tapped in to your Instagram Live, never desired to meet you when you were in my home state, and consistently expressed my opposition to you, what would make you think I want anything to do with you? I never asked for your help, begged you to stay off my blog, and ignored your bullshit for some time, but you just had to be yourself, didn’t you? How many niggas have run down on you, sir? How many rappers have punched you in the face? How many times have you been confronted over disrespectful remarks that you’ve made? How many relationships have you ruined? How many women have you abused? How many women have you insulted? How many of your “nearest and dearest” have you betrayed and manipulated? Motherfucker, I don’t fuck with you! It’s that simple, sir. It’s not me, it’s you. Sorry, not sorry. As you’ve all seen, I stay to myself and mind my fucking business. My individualistic nature is inherent to my level of intelligence, and it has nothing to do with me being afraid of anyone or anything, or being insecure about anything. I’m not hiding from anyone, I’m not running from any demons or skeletons, I embrace my humanity fully, and I am fundamentally who I want to be. Additionally, if you’re discerning, you should have noticed that I’m completely comfortable being vulnerable. I don’t have anything to prove to anyone, I don’t care to meet anyone else’s expectations, and you can rest assured that I’m going to keep being me. This level of simplicity is cringe-worthy to me, but motherfuckers apparently have a problem getting the point. When was the last time you felt like the universe was testing you? I’m not superstitious at all, but sometimes I feel like my tests are by design—as if they’re orchestrated. Please, stop trying to psychoanalyze me, you’re too human! Let me tell you motherfuckers what makes you so weak. And don’t worry, I’ll keep it simple. First, you care too much. Certain things will never affect me the way they do most people, and gossip is one of them. I don’t give enough of a fuck about humans for their perceptions of my humanity to dispirit me. As a result, the truth being revealed will never make me feel “some type of way,” even when it’s pernicious. Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan. And lies can’t be proven, so why would I give a fuck about those!? If you don’t want to be weak, stop giving a fuck. Second, you’re envious. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to discern that certain somebodies are jealous of the amount of attention that I’ve attained, on my own, through my own platform, per my own natural talent, and from people respected in circles that I’d never mingle in. The day that I stop believing that I’m better than you is the day that I become as weak as you, and that’s never happening. If you don’t want to be weak, stop hatin’. Third, you’re not real. You can say that you’re “human” and profess that you’re “not perfect” all you want, but that doesn’t mean you’re being honest with yourself or anyone else. In fact, self-deprecation is often tactically implemented in manipulation attempts, as manipulators use the idea of everybody being imperfect as an excuse for their incessant iniquitousness. Integrity is demonstrated through your actions, as honesty and high-mindedness must be observed to be confirmed. You can’t just tell somebody that you’re truthful and expect them to respect you, because that could be a lie. If you don’t want to be weak, stop lying to yourself. Remember, we’re here because we all know that I’m smarter than y’all.
For the record, I’m not crazy. But feel free to tell everyone that I am—the crazies are all the rage these days. How often do you talk to yourself? Admittedly, I verbalize my inner dialogue quite often. I laugh out loud at my own jokes, I rehearse anticipated conversations aloud, I cuss people out when they’re not around to alleviate agitation, I occasionally openly debate with my “angel and devil,” I yell at the screen from time to time when I’m watching something that elicits a response, etc. When you think about it, you naturally articulate your thoughts in your head before you express them. So, technically, thinking to yourself is essentially talking to yourself inaudibly. Do you know what drives people crazy the most? In my opinion, it’s believing that nature isn’t normal. For example, if emotions are natural, and outbursts are sudden projections of strong emotion, why wouldn’t outbursts be normal? I’ve touched on this topic a thousand times, and at least twice recently, so I won’t implore you to accept the truth if you’re reluctant to. But personally, I’d rather be myself than to be “normal.” Diverging slightly, repetition is so effective in learning because it’s a reminder of what to remember. In a nutshell, learning is simply memorizing information. I once experienced a bad trip from a Delta 8 vape pen that had me so spaced out that I literally felt like I was on another planet, in a different dimension, and close to dying simultaneously. And to stay grounded, I focused on memories. For instance, I thought of old phone numbers and addresses, I tried to remember people’s birth dates, I reminisced on some of the happiest moments of my life so far, etc. And when I sobered up, all I could think about was how trauma is nothing but indelible bad memories that people convince themselves are character-defining. That perspective on trauma wasn’t new to me, but the thought was nearly palpable after the bad trip. How much trauma do you have? I definitely have trauma, but it only surfaces around my maternal relatives. Those people are toxic, and their presence drains me. I believe it’s important to talk about these things because everybody seems to think that we’re all obligated to tolerate toxicity from our relatives. In some instances, it’s difficult to hate people that you love, regardless of how much wrong they’ve done to you. But you don’t have to hate anyone to accept that they aren’t good for you. When does toleration become as detrimental as intolerance? In this context, if intolerance is the repudiation of all beliefs and opinions that differ from yours, and toleration is the willful acceptance of unfavorable and unfortunate circumstances, what’s worse? Intolerant people are hateful, and tolerating people inadvertently impede growth. It’s time to start telling people the truth! If you desire to see humanity evolve, I believe that it starts with everyone accepting and acknowledging that their minds are weak, and that the only way to strengthen said minds is to stop giving a fuck about how imperfection is perceived. None of my maternal relatives accept the part that they individually play in the dysfunction amongst them. And I believe that they won’t admit to their blames because they don’t want to give anyone else the opportunity to claim that one person’s blame was more damaging than another’s. It’s all pathetic if you ask me, and my hands are officially washed of the situation. If we were ever in a modern-day survival of the fittest scenario, are you mentally prepared for what comes with it? We’ve all seen apocalyptic and dystopian films that depict how easily the weak are tyrannized and terrorized. If we were to make an attempt at preparing people for the toughest of times, the first thing that I’d tell anyone is to abandon all weak links. If you’re only as strong as your weakest ally, in a survival situation, surrounding yourself with the strongest possible supporters is straightforwardly smart. Be smarter! Peace.