I wake up in the middle of the night from stress, feeling panic and dread and my eyes shoot open.
What prey tel , do you suppose I’m stressing about?
Work.
Not even work, but the bitch ass personalities I have to work with. The work is simple, fucking around with giant toddlers is not, fucking around with egos and power trippers and know it alls..
Nothing worth losing sleep over but you still do.
People actually do hate me in real life ,but they’re always like, “lesser”, just weak ass people with weak ass minds and weak ass tendencies.
No recourse, no route to circumnavigate and it’s just set up that way.
The worst feeling, strong enough to bring you out of legit slumber…because your well-being is directly tied to how you spend most of your waking hours.
I listen to wise people and people I admire, I listen to them because it conjures a sense of hope.
You don’t have to take this path, most will,most do,, but there’s examples of uniques, people that said ‘no’.
I would stack bricks until my body gave out, if that got me away from these small minded cowards. The opposite of revolutionary , the opposite of nurturing an environment of growth.
Hurts me, I hate that it is this way.
This is your life man, this is the shit you fret over, other talking monkeys talking ugly colors.
So silly ..
dawn 