Youve had a lot of success in getting others to shut up or resort to insults. You’ve had a lot of success in getting around ‘no’s’. You’ve had a long run with how you’ve been acting being acceptable and that is a success even though a failure.
You keep trying to tell me that what I do is wrong, how I do it is wrong, just like so many others. You all drop the same hints, the same tell tales. And, not just wrong, but weak, or lame. But, we all know it’s not wrong, you all hope I succeed, you hate how I make you feel and how you react to it, you know by now that I’m not weak or lame or boring, but cant seem to help yourselves try to disrespect me and my work. Make fun of me repeating myself, being patient and tolerant, seeming to bite the bait, but refuse so much other bait that would actually cause me to ruin myself.
And, not even the dangerous street people could threaten and bully me into giving up on what I know to be true and right. Not even outright threat of death. I don’t get intimidated and I don’t get scared.
Some day down the road it’ll fully click for you and you’ll be disgusted at yourself for all of the disrespect that you’ve dished on me and my work. I already know that you at least, Trixie, know how valuable it actually is. Priceless. No sale value, tough to sell in a world where lies are the only sellable material.
I’m going to toughen your weak asses up or kill you in the process, is what it actually boils down to. If anything is going to kill me or hurt me or kill or hurt my works, I’m going to make it hard as possible for them to actually succeed. They shouldn’t find it easy to do.
And, when I get done with you bitches and break through your god damn Insults and bullshit, you’ll know what it means to actually be strong. Strong enough to not care if you’re seen as weak or not. Let your enemies step to you, get right up close to you, continue seeing the good in them, combat the bad when they take you for a fool, tolerance and patience to a degree, the strength to turn backing down without looking like a bitch into an art form.
An art form you’ve seen repeated and still breaks free of patterns of predictability, which you’ve been copying and mimicking to mixed measures of success and failure. You’ll get to where you want to be with it and it still won’t be what you want or how you want it.
Think I’m foolish to train and teach my enemies? When they come at me, all I have to do is let go of my thoughts and keep my eyes open and wits about me to learn anything new that they’ve come up with.