All she wants is coitus every day. I can’t do it no more. I am not a machine. I have a job, she’s irrational. I can’t be representing all fronts like I am national. The house looks like the aftermath of a tornado, dishes stacked up like a skyscraper. While I am out getting paper, she’s passive like a hater. Lazy as fuck, no pun intended. She’s the type of woman who makes a sloth offended. The sparkle in my eyes gone and my enthusiasm suspended. Just yesterday, she made me a victim of the headboard. Bang, Bang! Dominating me like Serena on the court. Do this, do that, like I am a kid of some sort. She doesn’t even cook and she’s attached to my dick like a hook. She don’t even wear panties anymore. Always exposed like invaluable ore. If her pussy were a stock, it would have plummeted. News just in; Miss Dow Jones loses 90% of her value sending the market into shambles. A gamble, if I am in the house and fully-able.
All she wants is coitus every day. I can’t do it no more. I am not a machine.
I need new haters, the ones I have now love me. WTF?! That is not in the contract but I didn’t check the fine print. What am I going to do? I can’t cope without my haters. I need haters, they are my reflection of the world and they help gauge my perceived greatness. They are usually the first people to see my flaws, they help me get better. I am honestly worried. Am I falling off? Don’t I make them insecure anymore? Aren’t they intimidated anymore? What happened to the passive aggressive behavior and narcissistic tendencies? What happened to the smear campaigns? What happened to the constant plotting of my downfall? Whose going to dissuade me from going after my dreams? Whose going to spread rumors and assassinate my character? Is this what it feels like to be on top? I can’t live like this. I need to expose myself to new people and broader horizons, that will help me get more haters. I have been too complacent. My current haters are too weak. Maybe time has diluted their spirit. Maybe they just can’t keep up anymore. Regardless, I am not impressed. I need haters of a better quality. Haters that will keep me awake at night. My current haters are bitterly disappointing, I’ve got nothing to write home about. They now praise and compliment me and it’s not even sly, it’s overt and sincere. I hear from the grapevine that I inspire them, that they admire me. They love me. What am I going to do with haters who love me? Mxm, what a shame. Maybe they loved me from the start. I don’t know what to believe anymore. How am I going to get better without proper haters? I am not doing enough and hence the quality and quantity of my haters. The Universe is sending me a message, I am not working hard enough. I am comfortable.
I need new haters, the ones I have now love me. WTF?! Truthfully speaking, I am disappointed.
Haters are just quitters don’t worry about them. They quit on themselves a long time ago and their self-hatred needs a host. That’s all you are, a projection of the mind. Don’t take it personally or you will be dragged along in their world of hell. They don’t want you to make it because it entails they failed. Quitters, they tend to talk a lot and speculate like a Bitcoin trader. They have no long-term prospects. All they do is claim like an insurance broker. Quitters, these are angry people. Nothing they say is of value or substance. No self-awareness whatsoever. Don’t worry about them, they are harmless. A lot of fear resides in their psyche like a coward. They are toothless. Quitters, they think everything is easy. Like you’ll wake up one day and have the life of your dreams. These people don’t have a “why” and they’ll do everything for anything. They hardly get anywhere in life don’t worry, no one wants to be around an expert complainer. Quitters, these are the guys that get swept up by novelty. Tomorrow, they’ll find another host. Quitters, they never make sudden-death. Don’t take their comments to heart, these are not esteemed people, just merely quitters.
Keep on moving forward Champion, the world is yours.
I have a lot of haters. I love them, I understand the law of polarity. I know love and hate are two sides of the same coin. I know what lurks in their subconscious minds. I reside in their minds rent free. I haunt their conscious minds and so they have to project their inadequacies. I am emphatic to their insecurities. I understand their insufficiencies. I am the repressed voices in their minds that are audible. I understand their anger with the world. I am the battle they wish to conquer, the hurdle they wish to get over. Hence Amsterdam fishhooked McGloin. I am their shadow manifested. They worship the land I walk on. I bring meaning to their lives, the Joker to their Batman. I am everything they want to be, everything they yearn to be. I am the pinnacle for their achievements. I am like smoke, I linger around and disappear like an illusion. They want to possess me and retain me as their prisoner. They can’t touch me like air. They can’t control me, I am remote like a statelite.
I love my haters. I need my haters. They put the spotlight on me. They are my paparazzi and I love it, I love the attention; I am a star, the gold standard. The absolute greatest. I am grateful for them. I understand the prayers for my downfall. I understand the attempts to bring me down like gravity. To be the man, you have to beat the man and you haters are flaccid. Step up like a transformer to at least have a chance!
My first point is “no handshake, no business”. Draft something on paper. Don’t be naive, words don’t mean anything, human beings are not coherent creatures, they are full of deception, they will lie if it serves their best interests. Create a third entity, contribute terms and shake on it. Without this, the partnership is doomed from the start.
Second, don’t work for/with/under someone you do not admire and respect. You won’t give your best under those circumstances and you won’t grow. Don’t settle! Collaborate with the best people you can find. Keep in mind that if your partner lies to you once, it will happen again and again. They don’t respect you enough to think you warrant the truth. Be careful, they might make deals that lead to your downfall. Work with someone with integrity. Know who you are working with.
Third, prioritize serving people and work to perfect that model. When you have perfected that, concentrate on scaling and serving large quantities at a time. Really want to help and care enough. Understand your customers and meet all their needs. Making money is secondary, your service/product should be impactful and satisfy the customer.
Forth, love what you do. As an entrepreneur you are going to experience hellish days that will make you want to quit. Being an entrepreneur is not easy. There is a lot of suffering. There is no escaping failure. You are going to fail, make peace with that. Failure is not the problem, it is how you react that will dictate success. You will probably change business models multiple times as you go along. Keep learning, have enthusiasm, adapt and adopt, be positive, innovate and keep going. Never stop.
Fifth, concentrate on you and your enterprise instead of the competition. Focus on growth and retaining your current customers. Delight your customers.
And lucky number 6, elevate your perspective, see your business way into the future. Think 10 years or even 100 years if you are that ambitious. Have clear and concise goals and plan thoroughly.
I scare people, everyone is just so repressed and conventional. Everyone does the same things. Everyone wants the same things. Everyone is stuck in comfortable known. Everyone is trapped in their little corners. Everyone is scared of being who they truly are. And here comes this kid with black and red dreadlocks that you just can’t understand. It makes people uncomfortable. They just can’t quite pin me down. It’s dogma, we are programmed to be afraid of the unknown. I am their repressions manifested, everything outlawed, I am dangerous. I am the chosen one. I scare people, I am the guy who just won’t conform. The guy who lives by his own rules, the guy who doesn’t mind being ridiculed. Trust me it’s all love, my haters are usually my biggest fans. I scare people, I am out the box, different and nothing you have seen before. I am an anomaly, the one. The best, the greatest. I scare people, they don’t know what I am going to do next and it unnerves them. Rightly labeled a misfit and a rebel, I am that square peg in a circular environment. I just don’t give a shit. I scare people, I am a threat to the system and all their regulations. They want me to stay in a straight line and be a good little boy. Every time we give up our will to somebody else, a part of us dies. Why would I follow your rules? They want me to commit, to stay grounded but I am floating about the air like Tinkerbel. Life is too crazy to think logically. Dogma is for those who don’t have the courage to live life. Why be limited when God gave you everything?
People scare me, why postpone life like a task to do later? Why spite the world by not being the best version of yourself? What makes you think tomorrow is a given? Memento mori my friend, remember, you are going to die. Are you proud of yourself and the life you have led thus far?
HHH becomes creative chief and this is what happens? That’s what I am talking about WWE! This was an outstanding match. It moved the furniture, it was crazy, some kid tried to cash in his money in the bank contract to ruin it, he hit Roman Reigns with the briefcase on his head, luckily Brock hit him with an F-5 and ended his ambitions, the referee he came with went back to the locker room empty handed, what a couple of jerks. The Undisputed tag team champions, the Usos, came by to assist Roman Reigns with Brock Lesnar and they literally buried him alive, couldn’t answer to the 10 count. Also Paul Heyman got a F-5 on top of the commentary table, it was long overdue. Brock Lesnar also lifted the ring up with a tractor, driving the world bananas and sending the commentors in dilirium, nothing like that has ever happened in the world, we were shocked! I also heard the company is not PG anymore, it’s now 14, that’s good, that’s something, it won’t be like the Attitude and Ruthless Aggression eras but it’s something, it’s reasonable. Things are looking good at the WWE.
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