She used to be someone important to me, my inspiration in a world dulled out by grayscale, she was the color that brightened by landscape, the portrait I held in high esteem. I used to love her, at times she was all that I thought about. I used to fantasize about our life together and how we’d be so happy, the fairytale life completed by the beautiful stife. I thought we were destined to be together but I was wrong. We were simply the lyrics that never made the song. I blame myself, I get carried away and build sandcastles in the sky, with no base, no foundation. I made her up in my mind and she came alive and took up a role that soothed what was lacking in my life. She was a lie, a work of fiction and I didn’t know what was real anymore. Her theatricalies and antics took over my life and dominated my outlook on life, she inspired me, gave me new eyes to which I could gaze over the world like an astronaut, she was out of this world! My muse, I loved her but she loved somebody else so we could never be. Time passes by like an illusion and she has a life, a family and responsibilities. The cloak of invisibility disappeared and what remained was the disappointing truth, she ceased being my muse. She served better to my life as a construct, an ideal, a symbol. I used to love her but now I don’t.
Outliers are the best people in the world because they are individuated in one particular skill. They are the masters of their crafts. They see things a bit different. They are passionate. They are enthusiastic about life and they have a lot of fun. People like Lionel Messi, considered the greatest soccer player of all time. 7 Ballon D’ors, 6 European Golden boots for his goalscoring exploits, 9 La Liga Golden boots, the only football player ever to win the Laureus best sportsman of the year award. The most goals scored in a calendar year 91. The most goals in a season 73. The most most goals in a league season 50. More national goals than Pele. The player with the most trophies, free-kick goalscoring records, assists and other countless and impossible records and achievements to break. Leo Messi, a great man. Thank God for Messi.
Outliers are people who work hard to perfect their crafts. They horn them and perfect them. They dedicate labor, love and a lot care for their crafts. They have attained mastery by dedicating more 10 000 hours of focus and dedication. Outliers engage in deliberate practice every day dedicating more than 4 hours to the crafts even when they don’t feel like it. They are disciplined and never make excuses. They are humanity’s best.
Negotiating with niggas don’t work, sometimes you gotta take what you want by force. If you swelling up nigga then we can combat, let’s go! Being nice with niggas don’t work, sometimes you gotta invade their privacy and haunt their subconscious minds. By being a recurring nightmare that’s how you get their attention. Showing compassion to niggas don’t work, they’ll think you weak and will take advantage of your kindness. They take you for granted, that’s why sometimes you gotta rearrange faces and deliver that punt kick. Complimenting and showing love to niggas don’t work, you supplying the ego and fuelling their narcissistic tendencies, that’s why sometimes you gotta deliver that low-blow to cut them down to size. Sometimes you gotta start a war and crush a nigga. Finish the job, no second chances, no apologies, pull the trigger aiming for that headshot. Don’t show compassion, the time for talking and politics is over, it’s all about casualties, missiles, bullets and bombed up infrastructure. Sometimes you gotta be a terrorist to prove a point. I don’t mind being the bad guy, the world needs a Vladimir Putin. Are you going to retreat or die for what you believe in? Don’t show your teeth to niggas, that’s a sign of submission, a mean mug works best. Going the extra mile for a nigga is pure stupidity, if you want loyalty get a dog. My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas.
Why you controlling alcohol my nigga? Is it your way to measure your worth? Does it give you superpowers, the ability to run through walls? Maybe it does, after all it numbs your pain and makes you feel like superman. Maybe you can fly, add that with some weed and you’ll definitely be high, floating through the clouds and landing on the moon, transfixed and intoxicated by the view of the globe. Maybe alcohol makes you feel like Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk, maybe it offers a blueprint for reaching Mars, the red planet, the promise of a different existence. Did I hit the nail on top of the head? Make me understand please. Why you controlling alcohol my nigga? Is it greed? You want to finish the whole bottle? Or maybe alcohol is a natural resource that’s on its last legs. Oh I get it, you bought it and so must rule over it like a dictator imposing oppressive legislature. If that’s the case drink alone my nigga, don’t make everybody an accessory. How am I doing? Is the nail in? Please help me understand. Why you controlling alcohol my nigga? Is it a magical concoction that slows down the aging process? Does it guarantee eternal youth? Why you hiding the bottles my nigga? Is alcohol the secret of immortality? Will it magically make all your problems disappear? Maybe it will, after all too much consumption does lead to a blackout.
Relax, everyone is having a good time. Suspend your urge to control, the effects of alcohol are only temporary and you piss it out in either case. Is it wise to alienate and severe relations for a fleeting experience? Why not use alcohol as an agent to connect and unite people? Why hog all the superpowers that it gives to you? Why not let everyone lift-off to Mars without any restrictions? Why not give everyone the magical concoction of youth and immortality? Why not give everyone the gift of forgetting? Is it because of economical reasons? Then drink alone and save costs. Don’t overwhelm us with your problems and financial burdens. We are connecting and having fun, don’t bore us. Don’t be the guy who controls alcohol my nigga.
It’s not my responsibility to make you happy, you must do that for yourself and I’ll do that for me, we don’t want a Will Smith moment. How dare he slap Chris Rock, invertebrate like a jellyfish, the biggest simp of all time! I ain’t trying to please you and live up to your expectations, shit I am living my life too. If you constructing triangles to make me jealous, I’ll make it easy for you, I don’t want you anymore, go to him, she’s all yours August. If my girl is easy prey, you can take her. No second chances after entanglements, no round tables, no mind games and no working to please you. It’s not my responsibility to gage your feelings and emotions, manage them yourself. Don’t make your problems mine, I am also going through stuff. This is my night not yours and the Academy is finally going to be honoring me for my hard work. Forget it, I am not going to transform like Optimus Prime because you gave me a look. “Keep my wife’s name out your Fucken mouth”, yea whatever, the biggest simp of all time. That’s what happens when the woman wears the pants. My nigga, never love a woman more than she loves you. “Love will make you do crazy things”, yea right! She’s got your balls in her purse. What a pity, when a man is thriving and succeeding in life a bitch will come out of nowhere to spoil things for him.
Maybe I am being a bit too harsh. Who am I to persecute? Whose judging me? Have you ever been in the clutches of a narcissistic woman? The abuse, the trauma, the lack of empathy, no consideration, the gaslighting, the entitlement, the passive aggressive behavior – it breaks you, defeats you and kills off your Will to live. How could Will not be a simp? Cause narcissist’s demand supply like an economy to inflate their sensitive egos. The end result is a recession to the victims confidence. How can I be a man when you treat me like a boy? You make me feel so bad about myself. It’s like my struggles and my pains give you satisfaction. So you induce more sorrow to my heart because it gives you power. All this to break me down and turn me into a cripple so I can be dependent on you.
Maybe Wills persona fell off and his shadow took over. Maybe this is a repressed childhood memory that finally came to the surface. We all have baggage that’s dragging us to the floor. Scars that never heal because they have never been acknowledged. Violence is never justified and so is condemnation to someone you don’t know. Cause we always feel we have a say in these celebrities lives but we forget that they are also human, that they also have bad days and they suffer like everyone else, that they are not immune to pain and the anguish of standing idle while your loved ones are being ripped a part by the Jaws of a shark. Maybe I don’t wanna smile no more, maybe I don’t want to be liked no more, maybe it’s time I integrated my shadow and if I gotta slap a pussy ass nigga, Imma make it look sexy!
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