Stress Addicts to the Front
Stress may be the new drug, y’all — for realz!
I ain’t tryna judge none of y’all. I feel mad love for all the peeps that read my shit. But, I’m picking up on a vibe across all these themes. A lot of y’all (and prolly me too), tend to make excuses when it comes to holding on to shit that stresses y’all out. I got a truckload of tools I can use to settle my shit down at a moments notice. But I’mma say, seven times outta ten, I choose not to use ‘em and go down that road to wrack and friggin’ ruin.
I been sharing a lot of the hacks I use, specifically #wagelove, which came from late Detroit activist Charity Hicks, and I had it hammered home via Tawana “Honeycomb the Poet” Petty. I’ve had that shit called Kumbaya, I’ve had mo’ fo’s come right out and tell me they was blocking my shit, and I’ve gotten a lot of “who the fuck is this?” in response to suggesting that we embrace our internal mojo and project the energy of love into the world. Facts: Stop struggling and get spiritual.
Seriously, what’s that about? Does anyone out there really think screaming, cussing, wishing ill, fear, complaining or any other negative approaches to they problems is gonna lead to a solution? Do any of you think that scaring people into change is gonna work? I’m really asking. I can’t for piss do the math that saying louder and louder to people who hate me, “Stop hating me” is gonna make them start loving me.
I’m not trying to be holier than than any other ma’ fuggies out there. I just need somebody to walk me through this shit. I keep hearing how y’all protest politics is working. Based on my observation, ain’t nobody free, we’re still getting slaughtered, the planet in worse jeopardy than ever, and the ones who hold power got that shot more concentrated than ever in ma’ fugging history.
They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. Take a good look at your expectations. Do they fit the description?
Get vocal, y’all. Talk me off the ledge, if you think I’m on one.
