the guy on the books educated himself to know what the world is really about.
he can see the bigger picture of what the world is really about.
the guy at the bottom isn’t as educated.
therefore every day to him a snuggle commercial.
the sun is shining,
fresh cut grass,
and a damn teddy bear jumping up and down in a basket of towels.
the picture is very deep that i had to ask myself if i’m the man on the books?
am i mr. smarty pants?
not trying to brag,
but after being alone and having to fend for myself for so long,
i learned a lot about the world and the people in it.
working in entertainment has taught me how celebs really operate.
dealing with wolves makes me see how a majority really are.
i kinda miss the days when i was just ignorant to everything.
bright eyed and bushy tailed.
i have my emotional “meltdowns”,
as someone so eloquently put it recently,
because i’m tired.
tired of not having parents to check in.
tired of not having a date.
tired of being a slave for money.
tired of “learning” maybe?
as much as i try to achieve happiness,
is it really meant for me?
would life be better if i was a complete dumb ass?
if i didn’t ask questions?
if i ate up all the cheese that was fed to me?
always going into every situation with my “perfect picture” glasses on.
happiness for most of us is attaining success in every area of our life.
i notice some people are happy doing the most basic things.
their day doesn’t really take any effort.
sex sites daily,
club at night.
in and out of friends.
trolling for dick and being satisfied when they get it.
they operate like vampires or some shit.
is the reason i’m not “happy” is because i’m just way too street smart now?
the school of hard knocks taught me a lot.
now i think before i jump,
plan before i attack,
and observe before i go in.
are some of us just way too knowledgeable about life for our own good?
should we all just live seeing the sunshine and the trees all the time?
would my site be more popular if i just talked about fuckin’ and who banged me out the night before?
and would (baller)wolves chase me if i was a basic queen who was super messy?
does being too “intelligent” ruin your chances of happiness?
i couldn’t help but wonder…