Enjoy the truth like the glow of an orgasm face.
The increasing feeling of sleeplessness the more you sleep.
I've heard an idea repeated over the years, it goes something like 'competitiveness is an amicable trait remaining from (our) animalistic days.' It's used nearly exclusively to excuse flagrantly selfish behavior. Which is a fucking silly thing to do, I think.
People are too cowardly to admit fault and feel compelled to shelter their precious ego by perverting reality. This behavior isn't competitition. Deeming it as such doesn't manifest it as truth.
Honestly, the only authentic competition is with death. We compete to exist, survive, and procreate. That's it. Like all animals.
In our coddled reality of modern convenience, there isn't much of a reason to compete. Death is barely palpable. We exist in abundant frivolity.
When people cite 'competitiveness' they're referencing the behavior of a dysfunctional ego rooted deeply in insecurity. It's an altered state of consciousness; a place of habitual perceived/created threats, where selfishness is god.
Sharing psychological residence with an insatiable monster that hungers to perpetually be first, have the most, get the best, achieve perfection, etc. is detrimental. It invalidates the feelings/achievements/worth of others and often the perpetuator themselves; because the monster doesn't allow a person to fully be present of their action---it's always focusing toward future threats and trophies, while not genuinely appreciating what it has and ensuring no other person in proximity can appreciate anything.
It's the same energy motivating wars, famine, genocide, poverty, jealousy, depression, trample deaths on black friday, passive-aggressive comments about another person's genitalia, $7 waters, lip syncing, the xbox one, and a seemingly unending litany of negative behaviors, feelings, and actions.
I'm a strong proponent of individuality and its variance. I think people can do whatever the fuck they want as long as it's consensual. I don't necessarily like everyone's decisions though.
I want the 'competitive' people--and their enablers--to realize we're all racing to the same permanent nothingness/everythingness, regardless of the number of awards, records, or conquests acquired.
And as the ticker tape of the finish line approaches, there will be laughter; but it won't be your own. It'll emanate from those who appreciated life like seaweed drifting in the ocean.
And all you will hear is judgement.
A final lullaby of overwhelming terror where you'll realize an entire life achieved nothing meaningful; and despite the numerous actions of immense selfishness to prove otherwise, you're not, or ever will be, more important than a petrified turd from an extinct animal never discovered.
You manipulate, hoard, steal, lie, backstab, subvert, bully, slander, and apple polish because you're weak; and too afraid to progress to a place of strength. It's a choice, not a competition.
Feeling spiritually aligned with a pool filter clogged with drowned june bugs.
Guessing men who trim their beards have the same thoughts as men who shave their balls.
Shopping for/buying electronics while in the company of another culture can potentially turn anyone into a genocidal asshole.
The almost unrecoverable sadness from witnessing a couple arguing inside a parked prius, with the man sitting bitch on the passenger side, the woman sideways in her seat using hands to dramatically emphasize an obviously nagging demand, and between them a lone box of kleenex, with a tissue in the chamber and sticking straight up as if a few rounds had already been fired off.
People who misinterpret narcissism as confidence, then become overwhelmed with astonishment at the shitty relationship they're in.
Now that the light dust of AWP has settled, let's talk abysmal amatory conquest! I honestly want to hear, in detail, about the drunken missionary intercourse and overzealous do-you-like-me blow jobs had by all.
Passing a smelly dumpster on a hot day and reflexively wondering if your exwife is near.
Sapiosexuality: the cowardly idea that you don't want to fuck anyone dumber than yourself.
iPhone app that matches confused women with men for the purpose of grocery shopping.
Much love to Junior, who had more heart/spirit than any man i've ever met. His company was an antidepressant during a time I felt hopeless. Part of the original thumbs down crew. You're already missed, little buddy.
Hating yourself just enough to not do anything about it.
Strongly encourage everyone to sleep underneath Sam
Alternate reality where women are valued/revered solely for their ability to pleasure a man's ballsack.
Hollywood, Inc. has fabricated new depressive lows I never fathomed possible.
Nothing but disdain for anyone creating for the sake of validation.
National push-a-millenial-down-and-laugh day is March 22.
Generalized anger is much more energizing than corn syrup watered down with tijuana-grade vitamins.
Feeling spiritually aligned with a discarded hypodermic needle.
The near extinct beauty of having/showing heart.