The nth begining

unknown chic: This is going to sound absolutely insane.
of: Do I know you?
unknown chic: All I ask is that you believe me for the next thirty minutes.
of: I'll take that as a no. What am I supposed to believe?
*she whispers*
*brain freeze*
of: Get the fuck away from me
unknown chic: just thirty minutes.
of: Fuck off! Fuck off right now!
unknown chic: its your path, you architect it, you br...
of: What part of FUCK OFF eludes you?
unknown chic: Please remember i departed on your request.
of: If i ever see you again!! If I so much as notice your distant silhouette in my peripheral vision, you'll be shitting acid for a week

comparison

He dresses better than me, she is smarter than me, I'm cuter than he is, she is better than him.


Can it die?

That urge to compare. Can it be localized in the head and squatted permanently? can it?

No it can't.

IT can only be relegated to valuelessness by systematic ignoring.


So you've grown to equate success with account balance.

You've got a job that gets you there while it disgusts the hell out of your days.

Is it a worthy sacrifice on the alter of success or are you totally screwing up your mental health?

Abeg make i go chop.