I’m not asking for much. I like beauty and a female to share my mind with. It’s been so long. But these days, they askin’ me about my whip, my job, my debt, and how much game I got. Why not ask me about my soul, my feelings, my dreams, my aspirations. NO SUBSTANCE WHATSOEVER. And it’s a little irking. No—-frustrating. I wanna relate, I wanna share what makes me…well me. And in return you do the same
You can’t be happy with someone else until you’re happy with yourself. This independent feeling of happiness echoes throughout all the advice I’ve ever given. But it’s so damn hard. Especially with all the advertisement that surrounds our lives, connecting loneliness as a flaw. In eastern cultures, independence—-meditation, these alone time moments are highly coveted. Yet, in the west, its like a stamp of don’t go near that person. I’m not looking for love, but companionship from people reaching out to you is always nice. I’m doing a full circle, and I can’t say that I like my alone time. Most of it is just spent wishing for shit to happen. Maybe that’s what I got addicted to strip clubs..It’s like a way for a bunch of lonely people to get together have silent intimacy. Like we all understood the same elephant in the room.