Grave diggers dig their graves with what they say; they use words as shovels. They say the wrong things, to the wrong people - or perhaps just the wrong things to the wrong person... or perhaps just the wrong thing to the wrong person, and in so doing, they dig their grave. They remove themselves as a lively member in that relationship. Their words make them "dead." Sun-Tzu says that the angry can be made happy again, but the dead cannot be brought to life. It is perhaps because of the intensity of the anger that grave diggers cause that makes them incapable of resurrection.
Saturday, June 13, 2015
I just block em' out
When they start talkin' out of both sides of their mouths, I block em' out.
When they want to pretend like their slowlane wisdom has any bearing on my reality, I just block em' out.
When they whine and bitch and complain, I just block em' out.
When they act like they know better than me, I just block em' out.
When they dig their graves with words, I just block em' out.
When they forget that it is their privelge to deal with such a genius, I just block em' out.
When I am tempted to get angry at the current situation, I remember that I am going to erase all of this, and I just block em' out.
When they try to tell my why I am not successful, I just block em' out.
I just remind myself that they are not on my level, and they could never hope to be, and I just block em' out.
When they try to tell me about the mundane nonsense in life, I just respond like a child being told to clean his room, and I just block em' out.
When they come to me with their rat race stories and their rat race ideas, I just block em' out.
When they tell me about their non-genius ideas, I remind myself that I am a genius and that they are not - and I just block em' out.
When they start talking, I put on my head phones, and just block em' out.
When they try to tell me that money isn't everything, I just block em' out.
When they try to tell me that money doesn't buy happiness, I just block em' out.
When they try to play mind games with me, I just block em' out.
When they try to tell me this, that or almost anything - I just fuckin' block em' out.
When they think that - just because they think they know me, they know everything about me and everything about my future - I just block em' out.
When they try to give me advice, I just block em' out.
When they yell or taunt me to my face, I just block em' out.
When they take their gifts for granted, I just block em' out.
When they insulted me, I just blocked em' out.
When they attacked me, I just blocked em' out.
When they say my name, I just block em' out.
When they make threats, I just block em' out.
When they try to act like my ally - and forget how they acted as my enemies - I just block em' out.
When they want to pretend like their slowlane wisdom has any bearing on my reality, I just block em' out.
When they whine and bitch and complain, I just block em' out.
When they act like they know better than me, I just block em' out.
When they dig their graves with words, I just block em' out.
When they forget that it is their privelge to deal with such a genius, I just block em' out.
When I am tempted to get angry at the current situation, I remember that I am going to erase all of this, and I just block em' out.
When they try to tell my why I am not successful, I just block em' out.
I just remind myself that they are not on my level, and they could never hope to be, and I just block em' out.
When they try to tell me about the mundane nonsense in life, I just respond like a child being told to clean his room, and I just block em' out.
When they come to me with their rat race stories and their rat race ideas, I just block em' out.
When they tell me about their non-genius ideas, I remind myself that I am a genius and that they are not - and I just block em' out.
When they start talking, I put on my head phones, and just block em' out.
When they try to tell me that money isn't everything, I just block em' out.
When they try to tell me that money doesn't buy happiness, I just block em' out.
When they try to play mind games with me, I just block em' out.
When they try to tell me this, that or almost anything - I just fuckin' block em' out.
When they think that - just because they think they know me, they know everything about me and everything about my future - I just block em' out.
When they try to give me advice, I just block em' out.
When they yell or taunt me to my face, I just block em' out.
When they take their gifts for granted, I just block em' out.
When they insulted me, I just blocked em' out.
When they attacked me, I just blocked em' out.
When they say my name, I just block em' out.
When they make threats, I just block em' out.
When they try to act like my ally - and forget how they acted as my enemies - I just block em' out.
Peace
For the first time in a long time, I feel peace. Tremendous peace, a feeling of calm and contentment that goes deep inside. I believe this comes from knowledge of my freedom, or at least expectation of freedom. After five long excruciating years, I am finally ready to free my mind and my emotions from the dark and dead weight that has held me down. The circumstances that I faced filled me with hatred and anger, and it is possible that this hatred and anger was directed at myself. After all, I am the one who made the mistake of letting the weight into my life and allowing it to expand with such pervasive power.
I have never known such freedom of spirit. Or, perhaps I have, and this is simply the feeling of glorious detachment, no longer being affected by people's nasty games. No longer do I feel connected and attached, open to manipulation from passive aggressors. I feel peace, because I know that freedom and happiness are real in the long-term. I feel peace, because all of the hate and rage that I've felt over the past years has truly shown me what I hate and what I love. I know what situations disgust me. I know what situations fill my heart with joy and make it leap over the moon.
I enjoy the concept of exclusivity, and this applies in a multitude of contexts. I enjoy exclusivity with my clients. I do not waste my time with clients who do not grant me exclusivity. Exclusivity means that they are not even talking to another broker or service provider who does what I do. I will not get into any other type of situation.
I feel such desperation to record this wonderful feeling with words. My breaths feel so free. My chest feels light. It is as though my soul has grown wings in the place where a ball and chain used to be.
I realize now that nothing angers me more than a lack of exclusivity. I hate dealing with clients that are shopping with many different brokers. I hate having to listen to a client regurgitate what some other service provider told her. If you want to talk to those dudes, then go ahead, but I will not waste my business time interfacing with you. You are a complete waste of time. Not only that, you are not worth the mental effort, energy or attention - especially when there are other clients out there, virgin and untouched clients who will readily and willingly accept my advances.
For so long, I haven't been able to exercise my options. This peace, this perfect, wonderful peace... I wonder if it will last forever. Are these the gates of heaven? I am so tempted to think that I do now know the pearly gates, at least by sight. It is though I can see the angels there, waiting for me... it's coming... forever...
I have never known such freedom of spirit. Or, perhaps I have, and this is simply the feeling of glorious detachment, no longer being affected by people's nasty games. No longer do I feel connected and attached, open to manipulation from passive aggressors. I feel peace, because I know that freedom and happiness are real in the long-term. I feel peace, because all of the hate and rage that I've felt over the past years has truly shown me what I hate and what I love. I know what situations disgust me. I know what situations fill my heart with joy and make it leap over the moon.
I enjoy the concept of exclusivity, and this applies in a multitude of contexts. I enjoy exclusivity with my clients. I do not waste my time with clients who do not grant me exclusivity. Exclusivity means that they are not even talking to another broker or service provider who does what I do. I will not get into any other type of situation.
I feel such desperation to record this wonderful feeling with words. My breaths feel so free. My chest feels light. It is as though my soul has grown wings in the place where a ball and chain used to be.
I realize now that nothing angers me more than a lack of exclusivity. I hate dealing with clients that are shopping with many different brokers. I hate having to listen to a client regurgitate what some other service provider told her. If you want to talk to those dudes, then go ahead, but I will not waste my business time interfacing with you. You are a complete waste of time. Not only that, you are not worth the mental effort, energy or attention - especially when there are other clients out there, virgin and untouched clients who will readily and willingly accept my advances.
For so long, I haven't been able to exercise my options. This peace, this perfect, wonderful peace... I wonder if it will last forever. Are these the gates of heaven? I am so tempted to think that I do now know the pearly gates, at least by sight. It is though I can see the angels there, waiting for me... it's coming... forever...
Friday, June 12, 2015
Genius Fear
One of the fears of a genius is the petrifying nightmare that the lesser minds who consistently doubt and antagonize him may get the last laugh. Indeed, the only way they will get the last laugh is if he allows their mindless criticism to affect his mindset in any way. Remembering that he is the genius, he can persist until victory.
A taste of their own medicine
Giving people a taste of their own medicine is hilarious to me sometimes. It could literally be five minutes after they gave you a taste of the medicine... you can turn around and give that taste right back, and they don't like it. Not one little bit. I wonder if this is an instance of disarming and infuriating with the mirror effect. It is certainly infuriating to passive aggressive warriors when their own infuriating actions are mirrored. It's almost as though they have robotics hooked up to them mentally... the way they so automatically respond in an equal fashion.
I'm still attempting to clarify my thoughts, and savoring the bitter sweetness of making the other side taste their own medicine right in this very moment. Not that there is any victory in the small reflections during the day... however, there is the lesson to be learned by observing the B.S. on the other side.
You have to make it through the bad situations sometimes to get to the good ones, and to even know what the good ones are. Sometimes, you have to learn the way. Sometimes, you have to endure dealing with a less than ideal situation before you are blessed with the ideal situation. In fact, sometimes you have to experience the burn of living through the less-than-ideal situation to gain the motivation to put yourself in an ideal situation. Facing the daily tribulations of slavery, for instance, can inspire you to leap to freedom. If you're in a situation that is constantly pissing you off,
Sometimes, you can make a mistake in a relationship, business, personal or otherwise. That mistake can be to misread the other person. Some people do not take very kindly to insults and being threatened. The emotional types in this world will say all sorts of crazy things in the moment, make all sorts of threats, basically make statements that are completely conflicting with the notion that this person is in it for the long haul. When someone behaves in this way, the best way to deal with them is to get ultra-deceptive and manipulative. Smile in their face; lie, cheat, do whatever underhanded method is necessary to make sure that you are standing on your own two feet. These types of people thrive on emotional situations and creating the negative, ugly conflicts that inspire these emotional situations.
The best ultimate way to truly gain revenge on these types is to win with action, just as it is with anything else. The difficulty on winning through action is that to do so means to swallow the rage that is likely causing you to want to succeed so badly in the first place. For instance, if someone taunts you that you have no life because all you do is work, then that may sting in the moment, because it is true that you don't have a life, at least not in comparison to the standard, 9-5 worker who makes $XX,XXX.XX per year. The desire to really give these types of big-mouthed self-aggrandizing blowhards is intense because it is people like this who do so much damage to the genius behind the scenes, yet want to simultaneously say "yes, I supported him."
They forget their words. They forget their treacherous, unsupportive actions.
I'm still attempting to clarify my thoughts, and savoring the bitter sweetness of making the other side taste their own medicine right in this very moment. Not that there is any victory in the small reflections during the day... however, there is the lesson to be learned by observing the B.S. on the other side.
You have to make it through the bad situations sometimes to get to the good ones, and to even know what the good ones are. Sometimes, you have to learn the way. Sometimes, you have to endure dealing with a less than ideal situation before you are blessed with the ideal situation. In fact, sometimes you have to experience the burn of living through the less-than-ideal situation to gain the motivation to put yourself in an ideal situation. Facing the daily tribulations of slavery, for instance, can inspire you to leap to freedom. If you're in a situation that is constantly pissing you off,
Sometimes, you can make a mistake in a relationship, business, personal or otherwise. That mistake can be to misread the other person. Some people do not take very kindly to insults and being threatened. The emotional types in this world will say all sorts of crazy things in the moment, make all sorts of threats, basically make statements that are completely conflicting with the notion that this person is in it for the long haul. When someone behaves in this way, the best way to deal with them is to get ultra-deceptive and manipulative. Smile in their face; lie, cheat, do whatever underhanded method is necessary to make sure that you are standing on your own two feet. These types of people thrive on emotional situations and creating the negative, ugly conflicts that inspire these emotional situations.
The best ultimate way to truly gain revenge on these types is to win with action, just as it is with anything else. The difficulty on winning through action is that to do so means to swallow the rage that is likely causing you to want to succeed so badly in the first place. For instance, if someone taunts you that you have no life because all you do is work, then that may sting in the moment, because it is true that you don't have a life, at least not in comparison to the standard, 9-5 worker who makes $XX,XXX.XX per year. The desire to really give these types of big-mouthed self-aggrandizing blowhards is intense because it is people like this who do so much damage to the genius behind the scenes, yet want to simultaneously say "yes, I supported him."
They forget their words. They forget their treacherous, unsupportive actions.
Friday, June 5, 2015
motherfucking BULLSHIT!
I am absolutely convinced that to RI$E up from a situation, you have to really hate the situation. If you can truly identify the root cause of what it is you hate, then you can essentially aim all of your passion and strategy and action behind attacking that thing you hate.
For me, I hate mediocrity. I hate the idea of looking at the daily mundane bullshit that other people take seriously. I hate the idea of having a "budget." I think that concept is for people who have never hustled a day in their lives. A smart hustler is certainly strategic with his money - however... the "budget" mindset just doesn't vibe with my personality at all.
These days, especially in the West, people are so damn entitled. There is a parable in The 48 Laws of Power that basically points out that people really don't give a fuck what you do for them. People are ungrateful. You can give someone a gift, whether intellectual, financial, whatever... You can give someone a gift, and that's pretty much a guarantee that the person will turn around and disrespect you. I think one of the parables in The 48 Laws says something like: When you see a stream flowing upstream, a favor is being repaid. In other words, favors don't get repaid.
On top of all this, men today are not allow to be themselves. It's like we walk around with our balls hanging perilously over bear traps. We're just so damn afraid to be men. Or maybe I'm just talking about myself. Perhaps it is just me who has these thoughts I can't get out of my head, ideas about how a woman should be treated by a man, and vice versa. Today's so-called "relationship" is completely out-of-whack with what I want from the fair sex. I'm really starting to look at the entire matrix and say that it's all a bunch of motherfucking BULLSHIT!
It doesn't matter, though, because money exists. Making money is the highest form of living. It is the best thing a man can do, and - beautifully - no matter what ugliness man has to face in the world, if he has money, he has a damn good fighting chance. That is why the wise man puts money over everything.
As for me, no human could ever possibly hope to have more love from me than money.
For me, I hate mediocrity. I hate the idea of looking at the daily mundane bullshit that other people take seriously. I hate the idea of having a "budget." I think that concept is for people who have never hustled a day in their lives. A smart hustler is certainly strategic with his money - however... the "budget" mindset just doesn't vibe with my personality at all.
These days, especially in the West, people are so damn entitled. There is a parable in The 48 Laws of Power that basically points out that people really don't give a fuck what you do for them. People are ungrateful. You can give someone a gift, whether intellectual, financial, whatever... You can give someone a gift, and that's pretty much a guarantee that the person will turn around and disrespect you. I think one of the parables in The 48 Laws says something like: When you see a stream flowing upstream, a favor is being repaid. In other words, favors don't get repaid.
On top of all this, men today are not allow to be themselves. It's like we walk around with our balls hanging perilously over bear traps. We're just so damn afraid to be men. Or maybe I'm just talking about myself. Perhaps it is just me who has these thoughts I can't get out of my head, ideas about how a woman should be treated by a man, and vice versa. Today's so-called "relationship" is completely out-of-whack with what I want from the fair sex. I'm really starting to look at the entire matrix and say that it's all a bunch of motherfucking BULLSHIT!
It doesn't matter, though, because money exists. Making money is the highest form of living. It is the best thing a man can do, and - beautifully - no matter what ugliness man has to face in the world, if he has money, he has a damn good fighting chance. That is why the wise man puts money over everything.
As for me, no human could ever possibly hope to have more love from me than money.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
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