mediocre hires or partnerships are an insult to efforts and expectations that came before.
the gap spans to images we see when we hear certain words; images (if any) unique to only one experience.
reality is free of narrative but can only be described by it.
you say what you think in the gibberish you were taught to understand, to label everything in this world just so we can articulate, a shared true reality; the base of all currency.
as a young boy, biking through the streets of vice city, that feeling was the closest thing to reality, it’s just you in your map, you decide to play as tommy, just don’t forget you can play this real game you are already playing, as yourself. “nice bike”
everyone knows , to some extent, that there is more than what meets the eye, many abstract and label it “god”, at my perceived scale, in this world of things that meet the flesh. infinitely above, or infinitely below, a lot of unseen takes place as well, in this very moment, unknowns that relate cohesively across scales can fairly be labeled “god”.
when grades were the truest things those around me could comprehend, i remember many of the times i always came in last, it never really got to me as consequential but it did make me see how much they cared about it, how i was treated as a result, the laughs, the seat number i had in my first day of js2 we had these seats that would be numbered as rows, or matrices whatever. a1, in a small class, i forget the order, but i was coincidentally sat or placed in f9 that day, what did f9 mean to me? a seat number, but i was instantly told it was failure, like the worst grade f9, the teacher would laugh, the class would laugh along, i wasn’t too bothered but i took note, this being one of the early days in my teenage life did spark a continuous downward trend in my grades, all the way up to university where my first semester grade of 100L was a weighed 1.5/5.0gpa. i had to rewrite many of the exams, i was told i would have to go back to secondary school, “to learn the basics” , which i did for a summer, i didn’t pick up much, it was something i had to do when grades were the truest things they could comprehend, grades, social status, behaviors, trying to impress or be loud , being a joker or a “ladies man”, in all of this, the future, the reality only i wanted and could comprehend as true remains through all of that; my desires await only me as long as i have air in these lungs; therefore who else can tell me what is truly what? besides the forces that truly govern me.
i am constantly reminded of the context they do not have, when they make statements; statements that sometimes exist as trojan horses to invoke a reaction, an instant validation of their worldview, i do not believe i owe anyone such a demand, when it cuts into time, the only thing i have and believe brought us both to now; truth helps predict time, a future that must become a reality, a now; from one now to the other the only thing you are able to comprehend is truth, what it means to you.
how much of flattery is a trap, is it flattery if their words never came as a surprise? ; the concept of flattery. being swept off . the intention is for you to feel you didn’t know that already no? or an attempt. being able to say you’re flattered doesn’t happen when you expect those words.
intolerance kills parasites, be sure to clear out every last one; parasites will adapt if you let them any chance; parasites are a plague in society, to a point they make the rules and dictate you live in conditions only favorable to them, to keep themselves alive; their world view is passed down and shared so you must also be sure to squash smaller parasites, the ones that have their back and want their spot; i mean even biological parasites didn’t choose to become parasites, but their elimination is not negotiable and they will fight against that.