And listening to successful people makes me feel like I’m so far behind.
There’s an air of judgment to it that’s way too familiar.
And uh,,
Even if you know someone’s right, Even if they might have the answers.
You don’t want to listen.
Because it’s painful.
Now, from the perspective of a loser?
I have traveled light years and I’ve made incredible strides.
And the small level of responsibility that I carry at least gets handled.
And zero mother fuckers are going to pat you on the back for that.
And that’s the way it goes.
Id kinda like to see a motivational speaker, but plot twist, he’s a complete loser.
(or she)
Just a fuck up.
With struggles, and failures, and frustration and regret.
That’s what you call “relatable”.
Because the losers outnumber the winners at least four to one.
At least.
There’s still a flow in it.
An attraction to letting go of the things that drag you down.
So to recap.
Motivational speaker.
Complete loser.
(In a van, down by the river)
Fuck me…
UnOriginal.
Whack sauce.
dawn 