Codename: JUGGERNAUT
I am the Juggernaut. That’s right. And much like the Marvel’s X-Men nemesis, I keep it moving. I won’t stop, be swayed, detoured, or rerouted.
I’m speaking of course about my drive. my competitive spirit. motivation for life and my livelihood. Listen. you don’t have to be a leader, but you sure as hell don’t have to be a follower either. Ever bought or did something because a friend/peer recommended it without doing your own research/conclusion? you sir or madam are a follower. Classification: sheep. pachyderm. zombie.
The cure:
- Individualism. Discover who you are, what you like, what you stand for. Don’t be so easily dissuaded by cynics pessimists and ne’er do wells. (see last post, lol)
- Goals. Set them. Follow them. Achieve them. That 65′ 3D flatscreen tv with the Bose surround sound isn’t going to magically appear in the man cave is it? Oh wait, you don’t have a man cave because you don’t own a house yet….once again, goals.
- Compete. Nothing gets the prey drive fired up like a little competition. your goal is to run circles around the sheep and devour them all. Wanna know why I drive a 2 seater? No room for sheep, only my chosen. Sheep need to learn to get their own damn ride.
- Educate. As soon as you stop learning, you stop moving. If I tell you something and you don’t know anything about it, you have to believe me don’t you? Sucker. This tactic is always used in politics, but sheep fall prey to this everyday.
I’m gonna sum this up real quick because it’s almost gym time: You can cry broke, recession, economy, baby mama, the government all you want…try. MOVE FORWARD. Every single day. Don’t stop for nothing. I went from a corporate lay-off, to part time, to a full time civil service employee w/police pension in less than 2 years. And that’s not including my side hustle. I’m not lucky. At all. I don’t settle, and I sure as hell don’t stop. For nothing.
I am the Juggernaut.
Ride or Die Chick
This is dedicated to my boy, my executive protection teammate. SEMPER FI! May we always stay on point and full of ammo.
Ladies. where do you stand? where do you draw the line? what’s the limit of your abilities? You want to know what men talk about? “Wrote a song about it, wanna hear it, here it go.” Ok, before I dive deep into this topic let me clarify real quick. The title may move some of you to believe it’s a “thug” related blog. WRONG. Couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“Ride or die chick”…..A quick google search will have you believing that a ride or die chick is a woman that will simply fight with and for her man. um yeah…that’s the little boy’s definition. If your man is “hood”, under 26, wakes up and smokes weed, and/or makes less than 20k LEGALLY, wears skinny jeans and/or sags, I’m referring to him.
For us professionals….a woman who can blend in with the fellas COMFORTABLY, ie; sports, games, etcetera etcetera, attend a debutante ball with the poise of a princess, sit in on a board room meeting and close the deal, knock back shots at happy hour, and go from urban to proper vernacular in the blink of an eye, is a ride or die chick.
She doesn’t have to fight for/with us….although a sub compact 25 or snub nosed 38 in the purse is an added bonus, it’s irrelevant.
A man wants a well versed and well rounded(not literally fat asses) mate. If you persist in keeping to some of the old ways, you’re going to find yourself matronly and alone. and who want’s that? A lot of you in Jacksonville Florida, based on all the stories I’m hearing. Yes, Jacksonville…I just put some of your trifling asses out there. Again. What’s wrong with you hillbillies and hoodrats? Thank God I imported….
All I hear is, my girl, my wife, my significant other, is verbally (sometimes physically) trying to emasculate me. Is this thing on? Ladies wanting a successful relationship “STOP MAKING A PUNK OUT OF YOUR MAN”. The very moment you disrespect his manhood, you have just pushed the emergency eject button on the relationship. Seriously….no MAN (notice the caps) is going to tolerate that bullshit and remain faithful to you. Oh, he’ll still sleep with you{because let’s face it sex IS sex) but he won’t give a damn about you. Nope, he’ll continue looking for that one. His end all be all.
So…continue not catering to your man. Continue your petty games in which you seek to control, steer, and ration. good luck with that. Not all men aren’t mesmerized and entranced by the vajayjay. Correction YOUR vajayjay….there’s some next door.
By the way, to you ladies referencing that Steve Harvey book. Last I checked every single relationship is different. no set rules. no set boundaries. how the fuck can Mr caterpillar mustache’s interpretations help you? His experiences, his relationships….yeah, his advice is a solid match and will fit along perfectly in yours. Not.
My advice? No, not my advice, it’s been around for ages…”What it took to get your mate is what it’s going to take to KEEP your mate”. Switch the game up midstream if you want, and find yourself in a book club with other matron singles who hadn’t felt a man’s crotch since the Clinton administration.
Through playing wit cha’ll.
The Pessimist, the Cynic, and the Ne’er Do Well
Please….shut up already, you leech, you vampire, you succubus. I can feel you draining all of my optimistic soul with your chronic complaining and pessimism. Yes life is a struggle, I get it. Just stop talking about how miserable your life is and DO something about it.
I have my own issues to contend with. I’m making positive strides forward, then you come along with your black cloud of mope and despair overcasting my day. Fortunately, I have one of those pro golf sized “mental umbrellas” to keep me dry from your gale force tirades of drama. Spare me your relationship episodes, you’re not David Duchovny on Californication. I could care less about how your wife emasculates you….wait, what did you call it, “she’s assertive and likes wearing the pants” so instead of watching the playoffs Sunday afternoon, you’re down at the flea market shopping for discounted trinkets and bootleg romantic comedy dvd’s.
The next person to attempt to trample one of my good spirited days with their “cup is almost empty” demeanor, deserves a Rick James to Charlie Murphy open handed slap. Seriously. I’m on a mission. Because your train derailed, you want to plant bombs on my tracks? If life is sooooo bad, give up. Stop trying. Kill yourself. More food for us. Still here? Pussy…or is it that your life isn’t that bad afterall huh?
The next step isn’t so easy. Depressing people travel in packs, infecting others like a virus adding to the collective. You have got to break away from the other crabs if you want to change your mindset. And don’t think they won’t notice. “why’d you stop calling? oh, you too good to hang with us now? Hey I just wrecked my car for the 3rd time can I get a ride? Hey girl, so and so was talking about you. I just wanted to let you know. What’s up man, I just quit my bullshit job. Naw, I ain’t got nothing lined up just yet tho…mind if I hang out for a few days?”
Good luck escaping. If you did manage to escape, your circle is extremely smaller now isn’t it? Google+ won’t be happy (lol if you don’t get that it’s ok, the joke wasn’t for you).
I had an intellectual discussion with a good friend of mine last night until 3am. It’s amazing what conversations stem from Grand Marnier and blue mist hookahs….I digress, where was I? One topic involved goals, aspirations, and the means to reach them. Have you met yours? what prevented you? what’s stopping you now? At what point do you concede? the conclusion obviously, is that the infrastructure of any goal you set forth is planning. Then it hit me like a ton a bricks. 35-40% of the people I knew, didn’t plan for shit. Most of them are already out of my life, the few remaining handful will probably become case studies for this blog in the near future.
It’s 2012 people. time to become extremely independent and get off the teat. Bad things will happen soon. PLAN AHEAD.(damn have I been infected by the cynics?) Time to develop some survivalist skills just in case of some post apocalyptic scenario. I recommend the three H’s. Hunting, Horticulture and Whoring…yes yes I know, I know. It was just fun to say.
Through playing with y’all.
