Narrator you speak to me and you can never decide, every time I speak to you, you divide. You split up and come at me with another story, the times you’ve contradicted yourself have been soo annying. Everybody is telling me something different, everybody has an issue with me. The life I live is never enough for anyone, they tell me I am not direct enough or cool enough or even myself enough. I find that there is no point at which I find contentment with what you tell me. My mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, mama, cousins, brother Khari, brother Reuel, Shanice, Jenise, Pastor, Chara, Uncle Arnold, Tyro, Ayanna, Cherisse, all of you that try to narrate, I hate you. You fuckers are now teaching me that there is no image or projection that you all use that actually matters. You fuckers learned this shit from you for-fathers, and then tried to teach me that there is something wrong or right with me-FUCK YOU ALL. I have not seen any positive enrgy stem from your alliance, only filtration of who I am. You tell me I am smart, or silly, or braindead, or annoying or I talk too much, or I don’t speak with substance, or I am awesome, or I have unlimited potential, or I am a success, or I need to calm down, or I am a great listener, or I talk too much, or or, fuck all of you whores. The time it took for me to realise that you don’t want me to succeed, I grew so much remourse. I don’t want to spend my time on no bullshit, attracting more shit to my life, just quit it Johan. Pure fucking good vibes, no time to wasteee!
These mother fuckers wasted my whole time, all this time, making me a person that I regret that I allowed myself to become. Through their influence, I have learned how to behave, my faulty brain has learned how to react to people for reasons that they create.
There is only one reason for their actions, they react to their biology. Everyone is a slave to their biology. But not me, I have surpressed my biological responses in exchange for the virtue that comes with mimicing the people that I value. It seems though that I have been valuing the wrong people. I have been valuing people that I do not want to be like. These people seem like they are worthy of leading my example, but they actually simply repeat the same process that I have been doping on their friends, family and valued ones. I therefore cannot expect what they represent to be of any true value, what they represent is a mere shadow of what they believe that they are – which makes me a shadow of a shadow.
All my life I have wanted to be a real version of myself, not necessarily the best version but always one that I can rely on for contentment. [As I am writing this I have uncovered my dependent mind process.] I have wanted to teach myself to follow the example of traits and actions that represent me. Through this I have followed what seems like my virtues, but have ended up using the biases of others to fall short on this desire. OSHO has taught me that truth stems from will rather than this desire I speak of. SO in truth, I have been false my entire life. OSHO has word that I respect, because he is himself, maybe I should not be following his teaching, however, I am more than 38% sure that his reasoning will guide me closer to my own and the pros outweigh the cons.