Wisdom Is Misery
  • Wisdom Is Misery
  • August1st

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    A few people asked why I called “Reina” out last week in this blog. I find this question humorously ironic. It seems people should be asking “Reina” – or at least attempting to ask – why she used another woman’s pictures. However, I will go ahead and answer the question.

    First off I told “Reina” I knew she was fake before the blog above was ever posted. Naturally she told me not to post it. She might deny this conversation took place – and I wouldn’t blame her if she did. Obviously only she and I know the truth.

  • July28th

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    I remember the exact time and place a girl first called me ugly. It was High School summer break. I was at the pool with some friends and let me preface this next sentence with the following clause: I was at the peak of my assholeness.

    A ferociously unattractive woman swam across the pool towards me as I sat in a lounge chair. As she got closer, I could see in her eyes this clearly wasn’t going to end well. I had hoped she would approach one of my less fortunate friends but she walked right up to me and asked my name. I told her. She then asked if I had a girlfriend. I said no. She then asked me for my number. I said no. She then asked me why not and I responded rather nonchalantly, “Because you’re ugly.”

  • May25th

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    I’m a grown ass man. This entitles me to accept me for who I am. I would like for you to do the same, but frankly, I don’t care if you don’t. I am who I am! It took 27 years for me to fully embrace this reality, but I’m finally comfortable with it.

    I’ve never felt more secure with myself and my security is only increasing. I no longer have to consort with friends before making a decision so I can feel comfortable it’s the “correct” decision or the popular decision. I make decisions and I live with the consequences because at the end of the day I’d rather learn from my own wrong decision than learn nothing from doing whatever the rest of the sheep consider the right decision.

  • May23rd

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    The other day I read @WhyMeLawd’s blog, Why I Don’t Dance at the Club. It’s a good and humorous read; I suggest you check it out.

    I don’t dance at the club either but my reasons are far different from the ones presented in aforementioned blog post. You see, I don’t dance at the club because I’m too damn old. This is very demoralizing because back in my younger days I was a dancing machine! You can ask my homeboy @WMSPhotography for confirmation. I use to be all over the club! There wasn’t a dance contest I wasn’t in or a dance-off I would back down from. True story!!!

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