Alright, boys — to the dick
Oops.
I meant duck.
Oh Come on, boys, that was funny.

Guys.
About all that crap like “I’m not worthy,”
“I don’t know if I can handle it,” and all that other nonsense.
Fact — it’s not up to you.
Yeah, I know. Jaws dropped.
But that’s the fact, boys.
Imagine it’s not your decision.
Imagine that, say…
…uh…
It’s mine.
Yeah. I decide.
Yeah, a little petty. A little childish. Maybe.
But there’s no other way.
I say you just step up and claim it. That’s it.
You know who’s actually “not worthy”?
The ones sitting right now where you should be.
Yeah. That kind of crap happens everywhere.
You know exactly what I’m talking about.
You know those people who make millions like it’s nothing
and are dumb as a brick?
You know.
Here’s another rotten fact:
The world doesn’t really need it.
Yeah. It’s messed up.
But that’s how it’s built.
People will pay insane money for polyester just because it says Chanel.
They’ll buy houses built by guys whose hands grow out of their ass,
and the ones selling it won’t even blink.
That’s the world.
Yes, there are good people in it.
True.
But here’s the thing:
“Good” doesn’t mean “convenient.”
Those are very, very different things.
Take a guy. He’s kind. He’s decent.
Great.
At home.
At work? He can be ruthless.
Aggressive.
Or so cold people question if he’s even human.
Because it depends on the room you’re in
and the people around you.
Guys, you’re exhausting me.
You stubborn asses.
Ease up on the pressure.
Or I’m going to start typing like an AI.
I write the way I can.
Stop pushing me with your massive energy.
You crazy bastards.
You’ve got so much of your own mess to deal with —
by the time I finish writing all the posts…
So once again — back off.
I write how I write.

And one more thing.
Yes.
I said I might leave all this when therapy is over.
Yes.
But I also said I love my boys.
And I left contacts.
So, my dear boys —
breathe.
Exhale.
Everything’s fine.
Sometimes I just need air.
If I disappear for too long,
just write:
“Woman, we need you.”
That’s it.

And yeah, there was something else.
Right.
All that male nonsense like
“I shouldn’t get attached,”
“I have to do it alone,”
“I’m strong,”
“I must.”
Yeah, sure. Sounds right.
But honestly?
Do you really give a damn?
If I were some manipulative little lady who’d use that against you — maybe.
But seriously?
I’m here typing like a lunatic.
Constantly patting you on the head.
Tucking you in at night.
Even sending you stupid funny clips.
That’s not what we’re about.
So exhale.
Throw that garbage out of your head.
And if we’re being real — it wouldn’t help anyway.
Have you seen how I treat Nate?!
If it were possible, I’d tone down feelings too.
But it’s damn impossible.
That crap just doesn’t work.
That’s the truth, boys.

And again —
Nothing changed.
I still love my boys.
That’s it.

Now.
“Convenient” is bullshit.
That shouldn’t even exist.
A smile for those who earned it.
Stone face for the rest.
Stop scratching your balls and actually look at reality.
Zero everything out.
Look at actions.
What does this person actually do for you?
And when?
You’ll see some ugly shit crawl out.
There’s no other way.

And before I forget:
If I post a track — you listen to it.
I don’t care if you like it or not.
(If not — there’s a special pot waiting for you in hell.)
But seriously —
That’s charged energy in there.
When you need to break through a wall
and something inside you tightened up —
you take that.
It’s raw energy.
And boys —
Don’t waste it jerking off.
Take the energy.
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Don’t dump it into sex.
She’s more powerful than that. She’s not for that.
Light On – XY&O
She’ll switch you faster than you think.
Let it sink in.
So come on, boys. Start thinking already.

Now.
Environment is a serious thing.
A painful topic.
But if we’re honest —
it’s usually not enemies who hit you in the gut.
It’s the people close to you.
So yeah, you’ll have to look at relatives.
At your wife.
Even at your kids.
What did you expect?!
They’re people too.
They have their own motives.
And you need to understand who’s manipulating whom in all this.
Fact.
It’s not necessarily evil manipulation.
But you better know how it works
and which buttons they’re pressing.
About 80% of it I can predict.
But I won’t tell you.
To hell with you.
Think for yourselves.

Roses (feat. ROZES) – The Chainsmokers
Here you need profiling.
Because people lie.
Oh, these bastards lie all the time.
You have to read body language.
That’s not everything.
But
it should help.

And one more thing.
Pay attention and read this:
“Anxious to Please” — James Rapson, Craig English.
Yeah, yeah, I know —
“not your level,”
you’re stronger, tougher.
But let’s come down to ordinary humans for a minute.
When you finish it — let me know.
Honestly, the book is straight to the point.
No dirty jokes. No swearing.
Sad, I know.
But for now — that’s what we’ve got.

Now.
Hate.
Guys —
There are people who speak filth and garbage.
I’m not talking about Hades or Mushu.
I mean real-life nastiness.
When people actually do unpleasant things.
Honestly.
I hope this is our shared vibe.
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But if something feels off inside you —
Here’s how it works.
For example, someone says…
Damn. Honestly, boys —
I wanted to lay it all out and explain it,
but I just don’t care that much.
I don’t even…
I don’t know, boys.
You trust me, right?
What we have is real. It’s real love.
So here I’m asking you to take a leap of faith.
Please, boys —
no analysis, no depth.
Let’s just relax.
Whether they’re right or not — it doesn’t matter.
Get angry?
No.
Get upset?
No.
Honestly, boys, all of that takes energy.
Strength.
And we’ve got a strip club to go to on Sunday.
Boys.
Seriously —
are we really going to waste time thinking about them?!
I’m heading over to that little duck.
I’ll stretch out my legs and light a cigarette.
You coming?

Then we’ll go to that woman too —
let her shower us with kisses as well,
since the fat rabbit got everything.
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If you’re not in the mood for jokes —
Mechanism.
Parents love their kids.
And they’re constantly anxious, constantly hovering, making sure everything turns out well for them.
So the motivation is almost always shifted.
For example:
“Mom, Dad, look at the drawing I made!”
And on cue they go:
“Oh wow, that’s beautiful, amazing!”
“But you know, you could also add something here…”
See what happens?
The focus shifts.
Not “You did great. Period.”
Instead it’s:
“You did good, you’re amazing, really… but you know, you could’ve…”
The emphasis shifts to what’s wrong.
We don’t really lock in what you did right —
but we definitely highlight what could be better.
That’s how the pattern gets wired in.
The brain learns: criticism matters.
Praise? Well, praise is praise. Nothing to fix there.
But where something is “wrong” — that’s where we zoom in.

Haters.
These people write.
They say nasty things.
And then a person starts thinking,
“What if he’s right?”
Honestly?
Doesn’t mean shit.
I’ll explain, boys — don’t get heated.
Damn, you’re explosive.
Key point:
A person who genuinely wants to help you —
to show you where you’re wrong,
where you might be slipping —
he’ll come up to you.
Maybe warm.
Maybe aggressive, like, “What the hell are you doing?”
But still — with care. With love.
We all know this.
We know it, boys.
When someone scolds you,
but loves you so much
you’d almost feel ashamed to disappoint them.
Does a hater sometimes tell the truth?
Maybe.
But boys —
I’m asking you —
don’t dig into it.
I need you focused.
Don’t lose focus.
There’s this thing that happens when you invest heavily.
Everything.
All your heart.
But the business doesn’t take off.
There’s some return, sure.
But everyone understands — it has to be shut down.
The return is so small you’re forced to face the facts.
This is similar.
If we start assuming every hater might be right —
we’re done.
Better to accept this:
If something’s off, our own people will tell us.
Or we’ll notice it ourselves.
But we don’t give haters the power
to shut our brain off.
Just like that — the sound’s gone.
We don’t hear them.
That’s at the beginning.

Later, once you steady yourself —
You won’t care.
You see, boys, part of the problem with hate
is that the alpha himself isn’t fully confident.
For example:
You plant strawberries and think,
“Damn… will they grow? No idea.”
And then all these haters start,
“You’re doing it wrong,” this and that.
And the alpha is vulnerable.
But if we planted strawberries before,
followed the instructions,
or it’s not the first time —
we’re confident in the result.
Then scream all you want.
Doesn’t matter.
The fact is there.
You know the strawberries will grow.
You’re sure.
Hate and criticism hit weak zones —
places where the alpha isn’t steady yet,
where he’s not fully grounded.
And in my view —
You just stand.
And believe in yourself.

Yeah, sometimes it looks like arrogance.
Like, “Who do you think you are?”
But let’s be honest, boys —
Who from your own circle would say that?
Would someone truly for you say that?
No.
They’d say,
“You’re underestimating yourself.”
To hell with those bastards.
And even if it turned out
you think too highly of yourself —
So what?
Seriously, boys. So what?
If someone doesn’t want to see it,
they can leave.
We’re not forcing anyone to stay here.
What burns him
is that you can sit there
with the face of someone who already won.
It burns him so bad
he can barely breathe.
That’s the whole story.
It’s not about us.
It’s about the hater.
He’s jealous of that confidence.
And what is that, in the end?
That’s real confidence.
Yeah, I mean arrogance.
You get it?
Sure, you can make mistakes.
Sure, you can stumble.
Yes.
But he believes in himself so hard
he still sees himself as the best.
That’s how deeply he believes.
And I don’t know about you, boys —
but honestly, that’s something to teach, not tear down.
Teach people to stand for themselves like that.
To not doubt themselves for a single second.
Whatever the hell happens —
“I’ll handle it.
Because I’m me.”
And if something’s burning inside someone else —
Honestly?
That’s their problem.
And it doesn’t concern us. At all.
Whew.
So.
I hope now we’re heading to the little duck?