everyone will have something to say about you.
now i hope you don’t sink into your den and cry when you get judged?
oh no no no.
i use to judge people like “me”.
i would be on a heavy:
“why would they do that?”
“they are too cute to be in that situation.”
“god their self esteem must be a mess.”
…not realizing that sooner than later,
i would be in similar situations and not even realize it.
like how the hell did i get into this “work wolf” saga?
i keep asking myself when did i take that turn?
judging people is just how the world “works”.
it takes us out our own fucked up lives to throw stones at someone else.
why do you think we are all so invested in celebs?
we don’t know these people,
but we love to talk about them.
hell do we even know half the people we judge?
do we know what brought them to that point in their lives?
sometimes they end up taking a wrong turn,
simply give up from being strong,
or are addicted to drama and need excitement in their lives.
we don’t care.
they did some stupid shit and its up for discussion.
people need to understand something about me:
i don’t particularly give a fuck what anyone has to say about me
how did that happen?
well i accepted i’m:
a) not perfect
b) will let you know i can be a mess
c) not evil or do things out of spite
“c” is the most important.
i’m a regular animal like everyone else.
i talk about people so why can’t i be talked about?
i also realized that everyone has a trail behind them.
a) the smoke from all the bridges they burned
b) the secrets they keep locked in their closets
c) the evil in their hearts that is waiting to consume them
when i think of that,
and think of me,
it allows me not to give a fuck.
sure my feelings can get bruised when some stones are thrown.
my soul is not made of titanium.
so when i write about the “work wolf” saga,
or anything else,
i already know to some i might look like a real fuckin idiot.
…but guess what?
everyone at some point looks like a real fuckin’ idiot to others.
hell even in the mirror.
i have no problem saying it out loud and having no fucks to give.
i write to get pleasure,
and get constructive criticism.
the best part of it?
it helps someone in their own forest realize i’m right there with them.
sounds like a win.
i could be talking about how much wolves are blowing out my bootyhole,
using me for meaningless sex,
and the rising costs of hemorrhoid cream.
that can get boring after a while.
don’t you think?
lowkey: i didn’t know so many people had a “work wolf” saga in their own lives.
i get so many emails and the comments with personal stories of struggle in this area.
it feels good to know i’m not the only one.