zero in on that.
It’ll help with emotional regulation but you risk a sincere chance of becoming cold.
Like.. really cold.
I’ve been listening to programs about ASPD,
Anti-social personality disorder.
Real business right there..
So,, you travel down a path and you must ask yourself a few real questions.
“Do I truly hate them?”
Is the heart incapable of love?
(Obviously not.)
Love the shit out of my cat.
Loved a few people deeply.
Love music…
Music is made by people.
(artists)
Special people.
A spectrum of so-called specials, sneaking about In sarcastic strides.
I don’t hate them.
If you read George Carlin’s thoughts on paper?
(this guy…hates people)
So there you go.
It’s different to be picky about who you like and why..
The rest of you bitch ass motherfuckers just give so much ammo.
So much..
Every day.
Every single, goddamn day.
(when you press “record”)
When your voice goes out.
When you get your stupid mug In Front of a camera.
When the people looking are looking at you..
Piss on that.
Piss on that attention starved identity.
Piss on the dysfunction.
I saya, I say “you got it wrong”..
And so do I…
Definitely.
But I’m not dead.
And I’m better off than I once was…
I was homeless once, a long time ago, and I was strung out and I crept into a public park one night..
To sleep.
To be left alone.
In The morning,a middle aged woman came around the corner with two children..
She startled me and I startled her..
I could only stand up, mutter out the two words
“I’m sorry”
Something happened when we made eye contact..just for a split second.
She saw me, and she wasn’t afraid,but full of empathy.
She chimed back with three words.
“it’s alright, rest”
A pale, malnourished young man, sleeping in the grass.
She cared.
I could see it.
She wasn’t stupid or interested in putting herself or her grandchildren in danger..
But you can’t fake the eyes.
Can’t fake the expression and what’s behind it..
Those people are out there.
And it’s not their fault that the ratio is so skewed.
Real ones < bitch ass motherfuckers..
Meh…
It’s not their fault.
Just how it goes..
(end with gravity)
I hate..that I hate.
And hate is a strong word.
I hate how irritable I can be.
Not a good look..
My day…was excellent.
Productive at work.
Dry and warm.
Food In the belly..
Come a long way.
So eat me.
(people might not be the problem)
Just one 🤣
But hope is never truly lost.
Not until you’re dead
dawn 