These grapes are making me thirsty

I love these people who talk shit about things they don’t like as some kind of reverse-snobbery bullshit.
“Oh I don’t like guys with big muscles.”
“I don’t like when a girl’s tits are too big.”
Come the fuck on, who do you think you’re kidding?
That’s just a rationalization for why you don’t have the things you secretly want but are too afraid to go get. Your mind can’t face the reality that you’re not good enough as you are and aren’t willing to put in the time to make yourself good enough to go get it.
Actually, it’s even worse than that. Because at the end of the day, things like looks and money don’t even really matter when it comes to getting what you want.
The real sinister thing is that you don’t believe you’re good enough, not that you’re actually not good enough.
And that’s really what’s inspiring these snide comments that discount other people’s advantages over you, whether they be gained through hard work or just lucky genetics.
Why don’t you want the finer things in life? Because you don’t like working?
No, because you haven’t picked a purpose in life that makes work fun and you don’t want to face the fact that you’re just scooting by in life, inch by inch, while you wait for your eventual death.
If you really offered enough value to the human race, then you’d be rewarded with money. And if you did it in a way that resonated with who you are as a person, then it wouldn’t even feel like work.
But do you have that yet? Or are you just chasing a dollar?
If you chase the dollar, you’ll need the escapism to keep you balanced. Even me, I realize that all the time I spend at the beach is just the equivalent of escapism. Was a hard thing for me to acknowledge. But if I was on my purpose, I wouldn’t need that shit.

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