Listening to Chris Stapleton…
We all navigate that eternal struggle between “what’s right” —you know, mom’s advice, dad’s wisdom, and Sunday sermons— and “what’s wrong,” that seductive little devil whispering alcohol, wild nights, and bad decisions, disguised as doubt 😜
But hold up! 🤨🥸
My questions to kick off this week with attitude is:What if “what’s right” is just what someone in power wants us to believe?
Who decides what’s holy and what’s sinful?
What do you think, who’s pulling the strings of your moral compass?You know, I’m pure fire! 😎I hope you, my dear readers, don’t forget your bulletproof vests this week, because I’m not promising the bullets —stray or direct— will be few haha
Leave the prejudices, the backpacks of pride, and all that baggage holding you back.. you know none of that will save you!
Strip away the excuses, let your mind run wild, and come ready to move forward fearlessly 😎
Who’s joining this unfiltered rebellious?
Read and get burned!I’m not a fan of chaos, but don’t blame me if, after meeting me, people stop being unleashed gremlins!They accept their own mess while I’m just here, shining amid the disorder, watching them abandon the big screen and start their own circus 🎪🤹♂️One of my philosophies says:I don’t persuade. I present inevitability in an attractive package 😎
Real talk, when people meet me, they don’t leave the same, but it’s not like I’m some guru! It’s so simple —my vibe makes them look in the mirror and start questioning everything they thought they were 😏
Some people strut through every social event in their designer disguise, flaunting the “this is me” label as if the world owes them applause for that worn-out suit and ironed ego 😮💨
Plus! If you want to leave behind that “I’m stuck” party, ditch those victim rags drowning in their own shots of tears…
Forget that cheap peplum flick titled “That’s How I Was Raised” or “How I Overcame My Love Crisis.”
This is not the Colosseum, darling. 😮💨
Gossip sesh:
So, please, grab your popcorn! 🍿
This week, a friend had the audacity to call me at 10 p.m. -yes, 10 PM!- for a “how are you doing?” Interrogating, claiming “it’s been a while since we talked.”
Who told him there was a holy hour for confessions?
Pure smoke and mirrors! In two seconds, his dramatic concert heated up, blasting his “Fck Love” playlist at full volume, vomiting his list of romantic disasters as if his love life were Bryson Tiller’s tracklist.And, hold on, he had the nerve to say he wanted someone to love him like I loved my exes… hahaha oh plss!Listen, my epic love is not your free therapy! 🧐
My thought was like: Friend, I’m not customer service to hear complaints about your insecurities.
I swear, I felt like a bartender, polishing other people’s problems, wiping down the glass of their dramas until it sparkled, so my friend could see his reflection, and that unproductive conversation could take a turn 😮💨🥴Honest as always, I always serve truth cocktails.As a mixology expert, I told him, Buddy, anyone who hasn’t fallen into the mousetrap wasn’t a mouse.
Watch out! Maturing doesn’t strip away your animal side haha 🥴
You just evolve from mouse to bear, but here’s the trick: being big doesn’t mean they won’t try to hunt you!
Life’s traps are still there to bite you… the difference is, they don’t dare to come as close to hunt you anymore. Now the hunter fears being hunted 🤓
I popped that drama like a balloon… my friend thought I’d bring the tissues to cry with him, but this isn’t a lack of empathy, dear. I just don’t coddle —I serve truths on a platter, dishing out just truths like a cold shower.
I don’t rewind cassettes —I plug you into emotional Wi-Fi and download your latest software update…
This is an example of how the devil comes into play -my real Kim itching to hang up, faking a lost internet connection, or, if he tried calling again, switching my phone to airplane mode, or telling him the truth like a good friend haha 🤪
Another day, I was at the ranch, smoking a habano with whiskey, my fave mood with a country playlist, my close friends, and philosophizing about life —that’s my social sweet spot, after riding around all afternoon…
I check my phone (only WhatsApp notifications available), and bam! 💥
A message from an old fave friend, one of those you don’t let yourself forget, even with a bf… the kind who doesn’t have a free pass to your life but you don’t take away their illusion that they might 😜😎
I’ve been so me with him, I don’t get why he keeps trying 😅
His message: “Here thinking of you”…
Spoiler of my thought: “Sweetie, that line’s older than you.” 🙄
I replied, “Aww, thanks,” and he says, “I got this weird urge to hug you and cuddle. Though I know you’re not into that.”
Spoiler of my thought: If he knows, why offer? I don’t like to see people act fake and foolish
And I answered, “You’re into vicious circles -I admit, I like it when the devil makes me think twice. I’m a whiskey served in your fave teacup…
This convo ends like “If I drink beer again, it’s purely for social science or a touch of adrenaline…Just to kill my boredom 🤣
Life of Sin
My favorite rebels! My theory is we’re trapped in the very depths of hell, and our bodies are pure sin, temptation in every curve 👽
Giving in to the devil’s provocations feels so delicious, someone should arrest us all haha
Those who swear they “don’t like it”? Pure posing!
Either they’re terrified to admit they tried it… or how much they loved it 🫦
Who dares confess they took a bite of the apple and don’t regret it? 🍎🙋🏼♀️At least I no longer surrender or run from temptation.I face it head-on and make a decision that fits my priorities at the moment. 😈
There are no heroes or villains, just perspectives.
Remember, cats come when they want, not when you tell them to!
Bye now! 😼
