Performance is no longer needed.
The feeling to prove or become anything other
than myself has most certainly subsided.
I value this.
So much.
I have learned many things in 37 years, here are
some of my favorites.
1. Age means nothing.
An individual can be literally at the age of 40 and
above, but lack the capacity, skills, maturity, tools,
and so forth to actually perform in that age
range. This means: unaccountability, self-blame
consciousness turned into passive-aggressive/or
aggressive behaviors. Projection of repressed
emotions, jealousy, moody swings, confusion of self,
paranoia and distrust of others and surroundings,
living inside constant triggers, survival mentality
and so forth.
2. Do The Fucking Work So You Can Stop Being A
Fucking Victim.
There's a big difference between saying
something with assertion and boundaries and being
a twit, cunt, asshole.
You see that?
Some of you went....
Eeeesh.
Point accomplished. 🤷🏽♀️
I've been with and around several people in my past
where they thought there were like fucking
righteous knights, blessing the world with their
bountiful words.
NO.
Def not.
These people were just assholes wearing shades
and calling it fucking “cool.”
3. The world doesn't owe youS H I T.
Like not shit on, in, or on top of a stick.
The world doesn't care that Larry Bird bent you
over 30 days ago and now you gotta wear
hemorrhoid cream and diapers for the rest of your
life. It's ungodly unfair and inhumane, yes, but
most CERTAINLY up to you to heal. There are
plenty of good people who are willing to help you
along the way, if you let it, if you're paying
attention, if you're listening. Otherwise... Yeah.
Shitty sticks on top of other shitty sticks, bitch.
4. I, nor anyone else, is here to provide you PERSONAL COMFORT.
What the fuck is up with people these days? As if
the date reads 1800 or something.
I'm sorry, I
wasn't aware that me liking someone of the same
sexual orientation physically disrupted your
nervous system.
I'm sure this may come as a
complete shock, but I really don't fucking care.
It's so boiling odd.
Like what, so you're just at
home sitting there up in bed like: “God damn pearl
snatchers! She's probably licking her right now!”
and Sir...Ladies....Whoever, WHY!?
Why are you up thinking about this?
I need to know the brain synapse logic.I am trying to connect the electrodes.
p+✦e−WE GET IT. 💁🏾♀️
You pictured this amazing,
straight apple pie, lumber jack, vanilla ass life
where your “precious babygirl/babyboy would put
on that beautiful dress or tux and ask for his/her
father's blessing to walk them down the aisle... oh
how lovel----WRONG!!!!
THIS IS WHERE YOU WENT WRONG.THE VISUAL.
The preconceived notion that your little one would
end up just as you so beautifully thought and
planned.
& As parents, I'm sure you've told
yourself “Ah yes, I will love my child NO MATTER
WHAT.”
No matter the circumstances... but then
time kicks in and moves along. Children grow, learn,
and form their own opinions and here is the
beginning.
Here Is Where The Fantasy Fades.
Here is where you put into play
*the very thing
you spoke from your own parted lips **the very thing
you felt into your soul! *
Here is where the
fanatical hopes should most certainly fade! But
no,
You push.You deny.You question.You lean on
what is comfortable for... who?Your sake. Like
closing the shop after a long hard day, you draw
down the shutters, and on the walk or drive home
you let the thoughts flood in. Like crashing waves
drowning an innocent life, you fight to accept it.
Questioning where you went wrong, and why? What
could you have POSSIBLY done to change these
circumstances...
AND THAT SHIT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE.
How goddamn motherfucking selfish. As if the
very thing YOU CHOSE TO BREED, TO BRING
FORTH INTO THIS UNIVERSE CHOSE TO LOVE
ANOTHER HUMAN BEING IN SPITE OF YOU.
As if you've entertained the notion that you could pre-plan your child's entire life from birth.HOW.
Motherfucking.
Ridiculous.
Ugh. And I want to end it there but the rabbit hole
goes deeper. And we all know it does. The
abandonment. The fighting. The explaining of
oneself to SOMEONE WHO IS SUPPOSED TO LOVE
YOU UNCONDITIONALLY ANYWAYS.
B A R - FUCKING - BARIC.
The passing on of the same dumb ass, tired ass,
hateful ass, stupid ass traditions.
| The Great Generational Curse |
The “This is how it was back in my day, SLAP
BULLSHIT.”
WHO GIVES A FUCK.DEAD THAT SHIT.
But no. You know it's personal.
So let me let you know my loves, oh 🤭🤭🤭
The Honor Is ALL mine. I Assure You. 🤷🏽♀️
You know it's fear.
Embarrassment.
Shame.
Curiosity.
Odd hate.
Wonder.
And so forth.
And most of all-
You know the shit doesn't make sense.
That it doesn't sit with you.
You don't understand why, and you just can't put
your finger on it.
Not a problem. As spoken previously before.
Letmedoyouthehonor🏅ofbeingthefirstonetotellyou.
-Welcome To The New World. 🌎
#getthefuckoverit
#lgbtq
#loveislove
#generational
#mindset
#mentality
#free
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