Josh pulled me aside and started in with a low-key conversation today.
During this chat, I realized what he was doing with me.
“You’re using me to keep these other people in check..”
And he responded in the most effortless way
“Because you don’t care what they think about you”
Clarity.
A rare moment of pride.
Oh yeah.
I’m bulletproof.
So it doesn’t matter what people think.
All I have to do, is keep working, and letting these people hate me.
Because it makes them better.
Funny.
I don’t hate them, I’m merely indifferent to their existence on this planet.
Their actual “being” or soul.
And I didn’t start out that way, they had to come at me,, like the rest…
it just takes a little glimpse of how someone truly behaves,,,then I’ve got it, I’m locked in.
Snorting back at the Adderall snorter.
He’s using me, not only for the work, but to put fear in them.
Which is kinda nice.
I use my phone for work and the head of accounting stopped by to tell me that they’ll be paying my phone bill.
Weird moments.
When people lay out of work and you get to hear the reasons.
I was starting to think the people game was getting to me.
I’ve done so much labor, so many miles. Not in your job but in mine.
Slayed a bunch of dragons.
It doesn’t translate, but I don’t care, I really don’t. It’s not my responsibility to explain it to you..
It’s nice, it’s nice to be noticed.
And to have punk bitches hate ya’.
Just feels…right.
Stick your head in doo doo.
Don’t flinch 😉
Go harder.
You’re doing something right ▶️
dawn 