Feb5 2022
I’m the baddest man alive, and I don’t ṗlan to die
When the grim reaper come, I look him right in his eye
I bust off in the face of the witch of the East
Tell a great white shark to go and brush his teeth
MAAAAAAAAAAAN. WE REALLY JUST SOME YOUTHFUL ENERGETIC MFERS OUT HERE TRYING TO INFLUENCE!
Things started to get weird. Almost too weird.
The whole scene seemed an ideological dystopian version of the America I imagine once existed.
They say the American Century died. Ending (un)poetically somewhere around 2003. I won’t make the point that this is right when the smoking ban was put in place.. but now you can freely make that connection.
There are a couple coffee spots around me.
One is a hipsters dream; Open ceilings with exposed piping, clean modernesque gold and light faux wood. Like the inside of an Anthropologie store.
Another is close to this but more artsy and provides a great local/physical place for artists to set up shop and sell their work. Real good energy because of this.
The last I’ll mention, and the one this story finds home in is a true bohemian spot with couches, old red leather chairs, ancient posters all over the walls going brown with age, and in the back is a hidden arcade. They also serve alcohol. My go to is an espresso shot with a glass of dark red wine. Gets the mind right. Regardless, today I took whiskey shots before going. Wanted to get wild in there.
My dreams shattered when the scene rolled on in front of me.
The booth across my couch was two men dressed like women in Doc Martins and 2inch heels, open cut jeans, crop topped tees, triple pierced ears and long hair pulled not fully back but partially like some FEmales will do when asked to be a bridesmaid. The kind of hairstyle where half is pulled up around the lower have hanging down loosely. There’s likely a name for this. I don’t know it.
Whatever. Fuck it. Not talking about those dudes anymore. This World needs beauty and I’m cursed enough to sit facing pimple square jawed men pretending to be women.
This started the downfall.
Was in the middle of finishing up my first Patreon post
- Why Is the Baby on Xanax -
which brings about a fun habit you can spend time doing;
get drink at downtown bar, sit on sidewalk/outdoor seating, play a little game called “what drugs are they on” when anybody walks by.
Check it out for longer take on this epidemic of people trauma bonding over ‘anxiety’ ‘depression’ ‘ocd’. Click button below.
Next an adult male walks in carrying this book.
do NOT buy this. Only screenshoted amazon so you can see the whole scene.
Now to keep it 1000000%
When I first saw it I huffed in disgust because I wrongfully assumed it was a book teaching Men the boundaries of Women. How to not make women feel uncomfortable. Knowing “what to say and do so she feels safe”
Now I see it’s actually Boundaries: When To Say Yes, How to Say To Take Control Of Your Life.Almost worst as it’s essentially a self help mental masturbation novel.
Are these people real?
Am I in a simulation?
I mean this not in a dorky scientific way. I genuinely mean, are the sacks of flesh that resemble people, even Human?
I’ve been called judgmental and will be called it again for years to come because truly, I am judgmental. I judge strangers by the same criteria as I judge myself:
Fizzeek, Health, Lively Eyes, Expression, Intelligence, Curiosity, Etc.
You should have your own criteria for how you filter people as well. Virtue signaling masses will say this is wrong. Accept everybody for who they are. Not me. I’m selfish with who I let my 5 senses interact with. Try it! Maybe you save yourself from bad experiences.
Regardless, after seeing him the music changed from Bob Dylan, Slower/Melodic Led Zeppelin and Steely Dan to Doja Cat.
I left. Got in car. Fired up a Heater. Sped away like bat out of hell from that cursed aura.
So to leave you with some ‘lesson’ or ‘point’ of reading this far: Be selfish with your time space and energy. Life’s too short to tolerate things that attack your spirit… make you feel… odd.
And the most important lesson of ALL; I hope you stand with me hand in hand, weapon to weapon, .38 to .38 during this fight to revive America/Your Country/The World back to something worth fighting for. Because if my kids grow up in a place that’s, given the time frame from now to them and our trajectory, 5x worse than this, they’ll be hurting.
What’s something you dislike about society? This is safe space. Tell me below.
Much Love,
Winston
Souled Idea
The Most Intolerable Man To Do It
The Sly Dog Next Door
