Look?
I meant what I typed in the Comparison of Shows post.
I have been on Twitter for barely a year.
She has been on Twitter for a long-ass time.
The results speak for themselves.
15 likes for literally 1000's of Tweets for her.
360-some odd Tweets for me.
323 LIKES FOR THOSE TWEETS.
Megatron tell'em;
Women on the other hand are bombarded with BULLSHIT.
They are told about playing with dolls and having houses and being in love.
But NOT TOLD THE INTRICACIES OF ANY OF THAT SO THAT THEY ARE INGRAINED FROM YOUTH WITH AN UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT THEY ARE BEING BOMBARDED WITH ON "WHAT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AND WHAT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO DO".
Not even gonna get into DETAILS.
Cuz I'm hungry and I'm BURNING DAYLIGHT AS I TYPE.
And I gotta get MORE TYPING DONE.
My point is that when she read THIS FACT.
It becomes NO DIFFERENT FOR WHAT LIFE HAS BEEN LIKE FOR ME.
Years of time HAS PASSED.
Now?
WHERE ARE THE TANGIBLE RESULTS?
I meant what I said and I mean what I say and I type it again now. FOR ME? Since so much of what I invested HAD BEEN IN STACEY AND STACEY OPTED TO TRY TO STEAL EVERYTHING FROM ME TO MAKE HERSELF SUCCESSFUL, then it is ONLY NATURAL THAT I COMPARE CONTRAST MYSELF TO HER OWN SO-CALLED WORK.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
And everyone knows I don't Tweet ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR WILLIAMS WORKS AND MY BELIEFS AND THOUGHTS AND FACTS AND OPINIONS BASED ON MY EXPERIENCES AND LIFE AS A BLACK PERSON. The Tweets get Likes. I DO NOT JUST FOLLOW ANYONE NOR AM I OUT HERE BEGGING FOR FOLLOWERS AND RANDOMLY ACCEPTING PEOPLE WHO IN TURN EXPECT ME TO THEN FOLLOW THEM, no.
I will not.
And DO NOT.
I know WHAT I NEED AND WHAT I WANT AND I KNOW HOW TO GROW AND GET IT!
I am NOT INTERESTED IN ACCEPTING JUST ANY-OLE-PERSON.
That is how I GOT INTO THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE!
Now I am talking about MY BUSINESS WHICH IS CENTERED AROUND CONCEPTS THAT I HAVE HAD SINCE 8TH FUCKIN GRADE AND EVEN BEFORE THAT WHEN I WAS A 4TH GRADER!
And then I intentionally undertook methods as I have admitted on this blog before, where this time I am not going to allow for anymore profiteering from off of MY WORK AND MY IDEAS AND WHO I AM AS A BLACK PERSON. I will BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND THAT IS TIED TO ME AND YOU WILL GO BACK TO WHAT YOU WERE.
YOU, will build off of YOUR PREVIOUS-SELF BEFORE CONTACT WITH ME.
And there is nothing to talk about.
Because if you had what it took you'd already be where you claim you need to be.
And, you'd BE WHO YOU CLAIM YOU NEED TO BE.
AND SHOUT OUT TO MY WORKSITE SUPERVISOR WHO SAID TO ME "You know, I work with you. And I read Your Blog, I still can't believe it because...!? YOU REALLY ARE THE PERSON YOU TYPE YOU ARE! I didn't think it was possible TO TAKE BACK WHAT YOU INVESTED IN A PERSON PSYCHOLOGICALLY BUT I'M SEEING IT AND I'M LIKE, wow. You!? You're way outta place! You don't belong on this level, you belong working for the government or with Black Leadership, but you certainly!? COME TO THINK ABOUT IT!? HOW MANY BLACK PEOPLE ARE TOTALLY OUT OF PLACE BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING BEING THE WAY THAT THEY ARE?! I'VE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT! Your entire race has countless people within it, NOT ACTUALLY DOING WHAT THEIR GOD-GIVEN ABILITIES WOULD ALLOW THEM TO DO! I'VE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT THAT! This is why you keep pushing Black People to BUILD FOR THEMSELVES! BECAUSE IT THEN ALLOWS FOR YOU AND EVERY OTHER BLACK PERSON TO HAVE THEIR RIGHTFUL PLACES!"
Exactly.
Exactly.
And THIS.
Comes right back to Stacey and I.
Not just as former lovers, but most importantly as PEOPLE.
She believes that where she is. Is her proper place.
But she knows it is not.
She has no real desire nor ability to change that, thus?
She doubles down and settles on, hopes that, things will stabilize and she can limp to the end of Her Life.
And she's free to do that and I honestly do wish her the best of luck with that and it is because she is sitting on a powder keg. And if she is wrong then there won't be any room for regrets.
Because truth be told.
She'll be dead.
And yes, the situation in South Africa is that serious.
Just as I told her when We were an item.
So now, because she wants to stick her head in the sand, no one else has to do the same.
Especially not the Blacks of South Africa who have had generations of shit shovelled on them and nobody has done anything except make excuses and then keep on keepin on.
Meanwhile?
I know.
That where I am is not my proper place.
And I am no longer making excuses about MY OWN STUPIDITY CAUSING ME TO BE OUT OF PLACE. My job is TO CREATE THAT PROPER PLACE. Nothing more. Nothing less. And anyone and anything that interferes with that unnecessarily and especially when such interference is wrong and unwarranted. Is to be removed from out of my way at the very least. Destroyed.
At the very worst.
Comparing-n-contrasting Our Twitter Accounts is just another piece that transcends Our Former Relationship and gets into the guts of which one of Us HONESTLY UNDERSTANDS LIFE AND THE WORLD AND REALITY. It tests Us both AS PEOPLE. And for right now BULLSHITTING HAS BEEN AN EXTREMELY PROFITABLE WAY TO DO THINGS, however...?
Reality...?
Has been slowly but surely destroying that.
And I for one, welcome it.
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