Natural authenticity doesn’t match with people who live off performing—lacking a nucleus 🎭
If on the first date/meeting you say, “With me, drop any mask,” or “Skip the pitch. Bring outcomes,” and the person clings to their script, it’s like turning off their auto-tune…
Trust me, that kills the match—there’s no “human” behind the mic, only a character on rotation—the person has no core outside the theater—making excuses just confirms you dined with an ‘ARRI Alexa 35’ validating that you fulfilled your co-star role…
Remember: whoever is incapable of showing vulnerability only speaks from their PR…
Personally, I got tired of the mask, threw it away, stepped off the stage, didn’t even go back to the backstage… not because of audience pressure—they don’t know you but will always evaluate you like a product—but because after co-existing with so much daily superficiality.
Lowkey, going offline fills you more than Instagram charging you for the blue check on your account—literally renting self-esteem in installments 😮💨
Being true to your why isn’t a membership card, it’s a live feed.
If the chemistry dies, it’s not betrayal—it’s just data…
I don’t owe anyone permanence.
It isn’t “be yourself”; it’s “Be loyal to the why behind who you are.”
Anyone can stops running on that fuel, no drama—just the engine light comes on.
You don’t curse the car—you note the data, turn the key, drive on. Next 😉
When you become aware of the theater, you get that someone who’s not happy unless they’ve written the plot for both of you.
That’s not connection. That’s fan-fiction.
My new philosophy:
Authenticity is not a character; it is a living system.
Personally, my life is quite chaotic—I live between planes and hotels—literally passing like a shooting star: brilliant, fleeting, impossible to ignore… and if the planet doesn’t know how to absorb my shine, I simply continue on my orbit.
Impossible to return, even if they try to force the route.
Orbiting to convince is not my style.
The universe is vast—I don’t stop for a celestial body that doesn’t generate enough gravity—I’m not built to be a satellite, no apologies 🤷♀️
Maybe I just need a run with another shooting star 💫
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This week I was talking to a colleague about the quality of deal:
You never can do a good deal with a bad person—trust me.
Personally, I don’t waste my time playing along, even if you have an inheritance that makes you look like a potential lead.
Emotional decisions?
We all made it… the detail is not using it as an excuse to justify your “incompetence.”
Let me summarize three qualities I seek in any kind of match (business or personal bonds):
Enthusiasm + intelligence + integrity
Those are the only currency I trade.
Integrity is the signature—without it the cheque bounces.
Family income is a loaded gun —it can make you look like a big player
while you’re still a small man.
Financial resources ≠ character quality.
Ethics aren’t a menu item you pick when you feel like it— Ethics are forged in the process, and if it doesn’t hold heat, it shatters.
That’s why the third one is indispensable… without this, there are people who might be very malicious ones.
It’s simply my way of measuring human quality under pressure.
I don’t read bank statements. I read pressure.
If your character’s trash, the deal’s dead before it opens.
Pressure always outs the fake integrity.
This reveals this generation’s modern trick: confusing “financial capacity” with “counterparty quality—the difference lies in how the self was formed when life did not require forming one.
Reality doesn’t take Venmo:
– Actual consequences from what you actually do vs “I paid a guy $300k to make my consequences go away”
– The real sweaty inconvenient me vs The curated personal brand version of me that even I almost believe
– Work = repeatedly getting punched in the mouth by reality and learning where the bruises are vs “I’m protecting my peace™ by never posting anything that could get ratio’d”
– Ethics that cost you something when no one’s watching vs Instagram-caption quote
That’s why one of my personal philosophies says:
“Many people cannot fast, and that’s why they negotiate with the menu.”
A colleague once phrased it better than most therapy-speak ever could:
“You pick a partner with exactly the same filter settings you’d use for marriage.”
The real war isn’t fought with swords anymore.
It’s fought inside people’s heads.
The only permission that actually matters is sovereign consciousness.
Whenever I hear “I’m not ready to start my own thing” or “I’m not looking for anything serious right now,”
My brain quietly translates it to:
“I’m actually married to my comfort zone”
or
“I’d rather not risk someone will see me for real and leave me.”
Of course, it doesn’t mean it’s a universal standard.
But the line itself? It’s become weirdly fashionable.
Mature? Ofc, and also independent, self-aware, even sexy in certain group chats 🥱
And the best part: it lets the pattern keep running as long as everyone politely nods along 😮💨
“It’s not gourmet” to keep recycling those exact clichés just to dodge the mirror 😒
As my friend in Lisbon likes to sigh:
“There’s always someone who’ll accept my conditions.”
Yeah… there usually is 🤦🏼♀️
Same energy when told me, dead serious:
“I didn’t fly 18 hours just for sex—I’ve got plenty of girls in different states.”
Ego spoke 🥸
Translation most people don’t need spelled out:
Anyone who feels the need to announce how many options they have is usually advertising that they can’t (or won’t) handle one real person—or survive the first three brutal years of building a business that’s actually theirs.
Me? I just say it plain:
I don’t live to audition for other people’s expectations.
My only non-negotiable is trying to be the least BS version of myself in the rooms I actually walk into.
That choice shrinks the pool.
It costs.
It’s expensive theater, and I never explain myself in front of a dominant person: they think they own the truth.
But I’m not here to play a part someone else wrote in their head.
Which quietly kills the unspoken contract on most first dates and first meetings:
the one where both sides pretend they’re only showing the trailer.
What’s really running the show, nine times out of ten, is fear of being properly seen—someone getting close enough to spot the unretouched bits, the shaky code, the parts still in beta.
People can look extremely competent…
right up until the moment where words and behavior are supposed to line up.
Then poof—gone like a story that aged out of the algorithm in 24hours 😮💨
So my question is: rabbit or duck?
Bye now! 🃏
