A person who ends every other sentence with “right?” is a liar.

They stretch out their hand, look for confirmation, and seek subtle nods after each statement.

Example:

“Yeah, I mean, we all need a good 8 hours of sleep… right?” (glance, slight hand gesture)

Disregard everything they’re saying.

They don’t even believe it themselves.

They’re not speaking from clarity or conviction.

They’re speaking from a need to be validated—every few seconds.

You truly believe something,

don't ask if it’s true.

You state it.

You're never ever missing anything. Stop listening and suddenly they'll have nothing to say.

For those who continue to listen, stop pretending like you're benefiting anything or that you are above others with your fake attitude of being "informed".

If you are one of the following: company leader, owner, running an industry, etc...the devil are you even doing with television cable or streaming? Get rid of it and stop destroying the business world with the ongoing time robbing you and your friends are continuously participating in.

(the one where I was offered their underground basement as place to sleep...and to think I grew up with drivers, gardeners, maids, and mansions 🤦‍♀️😭😂) before navigating street homelessness for three days, then finding that shelter and the programs they run (government assistance, etc), and then being transferred here to this shelter 13 days later.

In that shop one day, Jallow and I were working. A group of girls (three girls, early twenties) came in to check out some perfume. One accidentally slipped a bottle of perfume off the table while trying to put it back, and it fell and shattered.

Jallow, being who he is, walked over calmly as the girl who broke it froze, staring him in the eyes, while the other girls looked down at the broken glass. She began looking around, catching my gaze—which held disgust, clearly written across my face.

Then, Jallow told her (he’s West African, from a laid-back, tropical-island-like country), “It’s okay. Are you alright?” Checking on her to ensure she was safe before worrying about the broken glass.

She pounced on his realness.

She paused, as though frozen in time, pointing at him and asking—like it was a rapid-fire emergency—“Where are you from?” Instead of forming an apology.

It was then her trajectory was sealed.

She was a woman who would murder the foundation of anyone’s life and act like it’s breathing air. She is a live-wrecker of lives, selfish to the nucleus, and will die isolated.

That was one of the many reasons for the look of disgust I had on my face as she looked at me earlier—gauging how much of her I could see.

There’s a kind of person who gives—but only what they won’t miss.

They give—but only what they were already planning to discard.

They give—but it’s never out of true generosity. It’s out of convenience.

Today, someone gave me food to try.

But it wasn’t the act of giving that revealed who they were—it was the quality of what was given.

It was a pre-packed meal they’d prepared for someone else.

And when they gave it to me, I noticed something:

Every piece of chicken was the kind that dries out quickly (I’m an exceptional cook, so I know—try my food, and you will only ‘eat to live’ for the rest of your life 😂). Anyway…the chicken was the kind with barely any meat. The kind most people avoid eating first.

And that’s when I knew:

This wasn’t generosity towards whom it was originally intended. This was utility.

They gave what they didn’t care for.

They gave what they could part with easily.

They gave because it cost them nothing emotionally, physically, or financially.

VERDICT:

If this person (who gave) was ever put on the spot to give generously, they wouldn’t.

So many people walk around thinking they’re kind because they give.

But generosity has nothing to do with giving.

It has everything to do with how you give—and what it costs you internally to give it.

Some give to be seen.

Some give to feel superior.

Some give just enough to say they did.

And very few give from their essence.

The first group is easy to find.

The last group is rare.

But when you meet someone who gives from the marrow—they never need to announce it.

You feel it.

This evening, I switched my seat twice on the subway.

First, a girl—maybe early twenties—speaking loudly about her personal affairs like she was recording an audio diary for strangers.

Then, two middle-aged people discussing some recent and irrelevant “college” story as though everyone should know they're "progressing".

I moved because I can't be in that proximity to performers.

These two groups—along with the ones who blast music aloud, scream at everyone to “accept Jesus before you’re destroyed,” and that LinkedIn photo of the two girls to the right of your computer screen now (one on the floor with a laptop, the other pointing at something on a phone trying to look “busy and connected”)—are all infected with the same disease:

Extreme insecurity in who they are.

Same disease.

Different symptoms.

Each of them spends their life trying to prove they have a life.

They don’t.

They have nothing.

And they’re worth even less.

They think that by projecting “importance” (whether alone or with a co-conspirator), they’ll finally feel like they matter.

Or in the case of the music-blasting buffoons—pretending to be “free” while acting like a soon-to-be permanent imbecile—they think all this makes them seen.

It does NOTHING.

You are seen through—by even the liars.

Only difference? They’ll never tell you they see through you.

You are an empty barrel—with an exterior of decaying wood.

You are nothing.

Have nothing.

Hope at nothing.

It’s laughable.

You are a gimmick, a public nuisance, disturbing an atmosphere of already-tense people who hate themselves and their lives because of their own self-inflicted wounds.

Don’t add insult and salt to their injuries.

Have some shame.

Have some mercy on these other imbeciles of the same disease—just on another side of the spectrum.

And while you’re at it?

Go and purchase some integrity.

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Reader, Eating? Stop here. Finish First before continuing.

All these people are the same people who, in old age, start over-explaining every detail of life like it’s a sign of wisdom.

They’ll go to shops just to say things like, “I’m placing a big order on Wednesday… I hope that won’t be a problem,” and then proceed to break down the order they won’t be placing for another three days—talking half in whispers, half out loud, like it’s elite information.

They urinate and defecate on themselves.

They can’t properly clean their bodies.

They have long, painted nails—with feces underneath—because they lack the strength to thoroughly wash their hands.

These are the “sweet old ladies” who serve food and drink.

Free game: Avoid the hands of women with long, fake, or always with dark-painted nails —young or old.

They are a barrier to seeing how unsanitary their nails are because cleanliness requires skill.

Truly wise elderly don’t perform.

They know their strength is limited and won’t waste time entertaining YOUR senseless speech let alone having any of their own.

They speak less—but when they do?

It holds wisdom.

—which is nothing but their way of checking on their audience. Real people get lost in the world of what they're doing without even realizing it. They are the ones so focused that they can't hear you or anything around them.

I don’t care if you’re 95. I’m not here to cry with you.

Today this 95 year old woman kept repeating that she was having a panic attack because she’s losing her hearing, losing her eyesight, doesn’t know what to do with her life. Said it’s like being “half dead.”

She asked me to hold her hand.

I said no.

I gave her her beads and told her to say her rosary.

Then I told her she needs to relax herself internally because she’s fine. She looked at me for a second and said “You’re scaring me.” I told her “Good.”

Call it whatever you want. Panic attack? Anxiety? No. You’re just running away from reality and looking for excuses—trying to use medication as a gauge. Please. Save it.

You want to wreck yourself and think I’m gonna sit there crying with you? I didn’t cause the wreck. I don’t control the atmosphere and most certainly not the beating of my own heart. I’m not your crutch. The Fuck do you think I’m supposed to do?

Forget everything else. Just think about the illogical aspect of this:
You’re the one spiraling. And because of that, I should sit next to you and join in on the spiral?

Where is the logic in that?

These people don’t want support. They want permission to collapse.

They don’t want clarity. They want cosigners for chaos.

They’re not asking for strength. They’re asking for an accomplice in weakness.

Not me.

You want real strength? Then sit with the truth you’ve been dodging for 30, 40, 95 years. But don’t expect me to join in your tantrum.

I’m not handing out tissues. I hand out mirrors.

If you’re not ready for one, walk away.

A person who ends every other sentence with “right?” is a liar.

They stretch out their hand, look for confirmation, and seek subtle nods after each statement.

Example:

“Yeah, I mean, we all need a good 8 hours of sleep… right?” (glance, slight hand gesture)

Disregard everything they’re saying.

They don’t even believe it themselves.

They’re not speaking from clarity or conviction.

They’re speaking from a need to be validated—every few seconds.

You truly believe something,

don't ask if it’s true.

You state it.

If you’re living in NYC now, here’s the deal:

🦍 The Bronx – A five-star jungle loaded with nonsense. Like calling 311 every hour for complaints; live there. No wonder a major zoo's there; they knew where to put it.

💼 Manhattan – High-class snobs using big words to describe empty barrels. Full of asses who think they’re important just because they talk a lot while pretending they’re gatekeeping. Bruh…the atmosphere there is just as polluted as the other four boroughs—chill with your trench coat.

🌫️ Queens – Gloomy like doom. Forget about it.

⛴️ Staten Island – A one-way ticket to becoming a nobody. Ferry all day, nothing all the other times.

🌍 Brooklyn – The better of the five. Has some form of “cultural vibe” with different regions of the world represented through food, etc. Calmer people in general. Chill atmosphere.

Choose your pick.

You say: “Who do you think you are?”

Translation: “I see that you know exactly who you are, and that terrifies me.”

You say: “You think you know everything.”

Translation: “I hate that you understand what I refuse to face.”

You say: “You’re just a kid. What do you know?”

Translation: “I need to believe that wisdom comes from age so I can excuse my own ignorance.”

You say: “You need to be more humble.”

Translation: “Dim yourself down so I can pretend I’m not small.”

You say: “You need to be realistic.”
Translation: “Lower your vision so I don’t have to feel guilty about my own limitations.”

You say: “You need to wait your turn.”

Translation: “I was forced to accept nonsense, so you should too.”

You say: “That’s just how things are.”

Translation: “I gave up long ago, and your refusal to do the same makes me uncomfortable.”

You say: “You’re too intense.”
Translation: “Your clarity exposes my lack of depth.”

You say: “You take things too seriously.”

Translation: “I need to pretend life is a joke because I don’t have the strength to face it.”

You say: “Not everything has to have meaning.”

Translation: “I am scared of meaning because it forces me to question my empty existence.”

You say: “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Translation: “I am older, and I still don’t understand, so I need to convince myself that my ignorance is wisdom.”

You say: “You’re too confident.”

Translation: “I hate that you don’t seek validation like I do.”

You say: “Why do you always have to be right?”

Translation: “I know you are right, and it makes me feel small.”

Fancy-looking peasants.

That’s exactly what they are. Nothing more. Nothing less.

They walk around in their plastic “wealth” costumes, stitched together by debt, illusions, and brand-name slavery.

• Lease their car.

• Mortgage their house.

• Finance their furniture.

• Credit card their groceries.

• Fake a lifestyle.

And then they sit there with noses in the air, talking about:

“People like me work hard!”

Work hard for WHAT?!

For your fancy peasant shack that the BANK owns?

For your Tesla lease that’s about to be repossessed?

For your Amazon cart full of “aspirational purchases” that won’t change your peasant fate? 😭🤣🤣

These are just fancier peasants who got UPGRADED from rags to synthetic fibers.

And I NAILED IT—in the past, they had no choice but to wear their peasant status openly.

So what did they do? Weaponized morality.

“If you’re rich, you must be evil!”

“God will punish you unless you give to the church!”

“How DARE you have wealth while we suffer!” 😭🤣🤣

But now? The illusion of the middle class lets them hide.

They pretend they’re different, but they operate just like their rag-wearing ancestors.

They beg, just through government assistance.

They wait for things to fall into place, just with slightly better furniture.

They resent the rich, just with iPhones in their hands.

And when reality slaps the shit out of them, they’re gonna have their FUCK moment.

When they realize: “Wait… I was NEVER stable. I was NEVER middle class. I was ALWAYS a peasant—just with better marketing.”

That’s when the real panic begins.

And it’s coming.

People move to cities like New York thinking they’re living a dream—restaurants, luxury, excitement, and “making it.”

That’s not how cities work.

Cities Have Always Been for Business, Not Leisure

Unless you’re ultra-wealthy, cities aren’t for extended leisure. If a job application can still cross your mind, daily dining out and convenience spending are not for you.

✔ Cities move fast because they’re built for work.

✔ Cities are expensive because they’re built for profit.

✔ Cities are efficient because they’re built for high-functioning people.

You don’t “move to the city” for vibes. You move to win.

If you’re struggling, it’s not because cities are unfair—it’s because you don’t know how to maneuver them.

The Dumbest Trap: Renting a Room

Thinking about renting a room in NYC? Stop.

Renting a room puts you in a powerless position unless it’s a last resort while actively planning your exit.

Here’s why:

❌ You have no legal rights. The lease isn’t under your name. You can be thrown out at any time. You don’t have time or money for legal battles.

❌ Your life is in someone else’s hands. If your ‘landlord’ (aka random person) changes their mind, you’re out.

❌ You’re constantly at risk. Roommate drama, tampered food, sudden evictions—you are at the mercy of someone else’s instability.

People think this is normal.

They sign up for it like it’s the only option.

It’s not.

How to Move in a City (Without Being an Idiot)

1️⃣ Forget leases. Use Airbnb or short-term rentals.

→ No deposit, no contracts, no risk.

→ Renting a bed in a shared room is often cheaper than renting a room.

2️⃣ Stop trying to “save” money. Make more money.

→ The second you put money in a bank, it’s losing value.

→ If you’re struggling, budgeting isn’t your solution—earning more is.

3️⃣ Minimize everything. Own nothing that slows you down.

→ Everything you need should fit in a backpack + a small storage unit ($50/month max).

→ Flexibility is power. Weight is weakness.

4️⃣ Eat strategically, not impulsively.

→ Cities offer endless food options, but they’re not built for daily dining unless you’re rich.

→ Stick to essentials with occasional wants—not wants every day.

5️⃣ Know why you’re there.

→ If you’re in a city, have a reason beyond “I just want to be here.”

→ Cities accelerate success—or failure. If you don’t have momentum, they will break you.

The Biggest Mistake: Taking ‘Default’ Paths

People fail in cities because they follow defaults:

❌ “Rent a room.”

❌ “Save instead of making more and building.”

❌ “Follow traditional housing/job paths.”

There is no default.

The only things that operate on default are things without free will.

Trees produce oxygen. Your heart beats.

You have choices.

If you’re failing, you’re choosing wrong.

Adjust or suffer. Simple.

You’re a Guest in the City—Act Like One

Unless you’re ultra-wealthy or are already a current resident (meaning you share resources with others (family, friends, etc), you're a guest.

✔ If you wouldn’t buy furniture on vacation, why do it now?

✔ If you wouldn’t sign a lease while visiting, why do it now?

✔ If you wouldn’t trap yourself in a roommate nightmare for a one-week stay, why do it for months?

Move like a guest:

➡ Pay for a fully furnished place. No deposits, no headaches.

➡ Minimize your belongings. Store what you don’t need.

➡ Focus on what you came to do. Work, build, expand—whatever your alignment is.

Don't try to force stability where there shouldn’t be any, or “settle” in places that aren’t designed for you. Shift your mindset.