Good Bye Forever

Well, I guess I'm moving on.  I'm going to stop posting on this blog.  AdSense has disabled my account.  No, I haven't even made a dime nor care anymore.  I've been post since 2014 and no one has ever gave a damn.  Basically, I've been using this as my diary.  No, it never picked up as a best selling whatever.  No, I'm pretty much someone no one would ever give a fuck about.  No, I don't care.  There's not much for me to care about really.  No money, no beautiful women, no beautiful house, no anything really worth mentioning that doesn't suck.  What's the point of me continuing to post knowing that I will never a make a penny?  It's like my life doesn't even matter.  Why do I continue to write if no one is even reading my blog entry? 

Other than being cathartic, blogging has not been very financially rewarding for me.  I could just write my diary entries on a notepad and no one would otherwise care.  Either way, no one cares if it's online or on a piece of paper.  Diaries of no one gives a fuck.  When the coronovirus first hit, there were bodies just piling up in the hospital.  It's as though no one gave a fuck.  Everyone spent their whole lives bitching and complaining, and then one day you end up in the back of some God forsaken freezer truck at the hospital.  Again, you're just another fucking body being piled up.  No one cares.  No one cares.  No one cares kid, go home. 

The war is over.  Within a whole time frame of five plus years, Solomon does not make money blogging.  He does not give enough fucks to make that kind of money from writing.  No, he does not make money entertaining people.  No, he does not have such a natural talent to just dance/talk on stage and command a large audience.  Holy shit, no money.  After all these years, no money.  I made no money appearing on this Blogger.  I made absolutely no fucking money.  Whatever I write or do here is worth virtually nothing.  Kids do not be like me.  I am who I am for whatever reason and this is my personal perspective on life.  I guess there are tons of other people who are like me who never get lucky and just stay in limbo on their free time, doing whatever for very little or no money.  Whatever the fuck this is, it does not pay the bills.  Whatever the fuck I've been doing here, it will not even buy me a cup of coffee at Starbucks.  I am doing something horribly wrong and should fucking stop doing it, because it's just not worth the time and effort. 

To my audience, I'm sorry I won't be blogging here anymore but there's no money coming out of it.  I've create this, whatever it is, out of my share will.  I poured my soul into it.  Just know that what I've written is the truth from my perspective.  Everyone is different but this is just from my perspective alone.  With everything said and done, I bid you farewell.

Goodbye,

Solomon         

What Does Life Look Like When You Are Not a Fail?

What is the point of all of us doing things and working hard if no one else will ever even raise an eyebrow?  I've always have had this feeling of needing an audience or attention in the back of my mind as though I'm suppose to be some kind of entertainer.  No, I don't need drama in my life but for some reason I like the idea of having an audience.  I have this need that wants to be fulfilled but isn't be satisfied for whatever reason due to the extra amount of work that is needed to complete the task.  Without a doubt, not having an audience is much easier to live life.  There is no one to judge you or make constant asshole comments.  None the less, if you want an audience you have to be able to deal with all of the trolls and haters lurking behind every corner.  I get it: Show business is not easy.  Hell, I've been blogging for my whole adult life and I make absolutely zero money.  If I'm going to fucking put in work into something and not even get paid for it, I might as well do whatever.  This is my version of doing whatever; and I'm literally not getting paid.  I've never been getting paid for writing a blog.  I've never been getting paid for uploading shitty videos on YouTube.  Why am I not getting paid for my time?  I'm basically the equivalent of a a fat girl no one wants to date.  Who cares if she has any talent or brains?  No one wants to screw her at night.  She will never be known as sexy or good looking.  She will always be known as the fat girl in the room.  Life just isn't fair.  Likewise, I'm the guy who just isn't good enough or doesn't put enough effort into making money blogging and/or vlogging online.  Have I ever seriously tried?  No, not really.  I've made kiddy projects but that's about it.  No, I've never done it professionally with thousands of dollars of equipment, ads, and people to hire.  None the less, I believe I should be making at least making $5 by now with 10 years @_@ 

Regardless if I'm getting paid or not, I continue to write because that's what I do.  This is how I express myself in a nonviolent way and more loving way.  Unfortunately, I don't pay the bills with doing so.  I may have as well spent my free time mowing lawns or doing some monotonous work no one would give a shit about in a thousand years.  As a result, I'd like to put my time and effort into something that wasn't so worthless.  No one wants to hear someone else bitch and complain when they can perfectly do it without flaw themselves.  As my professor wants told me: "Minimum effort equals minimum wage".  As my blog has been unfolding, it reveals a story a about a man who doesn't give a fuck in the midst of a global pandemic and all other aspects in life before, during, and after.  This is the ultimate blog about not giving a fuck.  No, there isn't much else written here because that's exactly what it's about: Not giving a fuck.

So what does it look like when people do give an actual fuck?  Well, a good sign that someone out there gives an actual fuck about something is when money is involved.  If you're not making money, then the whole thing is a waste of time.  We all share the same 24 hours a day, but life isn't fair.  Some people's time is worth much more than someone else's.  Some individuals are much more valuable than others due to their innate raw talents.  We can all create and express ourselves, but some do it better than others.  Unless you are one of these highly talented people every seems to be after, there's nothing to worry about.  No, you do not need body guards and lawyers protecting your ass.  No, no, and more no.  Holy shit, welcome to a state of being delusional.  If you're not bringing home the bacon, shut up already.

Let it be known: I don't get paid for my content that I share with the world.  I'm on my path to homelessness.  Welcome to the world of no one gives a fuck.

Thank you for stopping by.  May one day someone actually care about you and/or your work that you've personally created.  Peace out.




 
       

Why Does Everyone Care About the Stupid Things in Life?

Have you ever noticed most people around you only care about the little tiniest of details that has very little or no significant impact but only to annoy the hell out of you?  Time after time again, I continue to trigger people with things that don't even matter.  People pay the most attention to me when I'm not giving a fuck or do something stupid.  It's like the naysayer is inside of everyone, ready to jump out and attack the shit out of you for the tinniest of little mistakes.  Has this ever happened to you?  Like no one gives two shits, but when you cause a small accident like a drop of water from your cup or look around the room at a girl EVERYONE goes ape shit?  I guess it must be something in the air in New Jersey.  I must be one of very few people in this world who actively doesn't want to give a fuck, because it doesn't matter.  If you're not contributing to help paying for stuff, I really don't care.  Why do I always look like I'm the asshole?  Some people may even turn on me just so that they can get a reaction out of me just because they know for a fact they can see someone who could care zero shits about them, absolutely zero.  Sorry but not sorry:  No one in my department gives a fuck...that is unless you are helping me in some way, shape, or form.   

You would not believe the amount of Negative Nancys and Debbie Downers I encounter everyday.  I get it, you constantly complain about everyone and everything even though there's nothing externally bothering you.  Don't you get it?  No one else gives a fuck so stop your complaining.  I sure as fuck don't have time for your sorry ass and don't want to be involved with you.

Whatever I say, whatever.  I have better things on my shit list of things to do.  No, I don't have time for anyone being sorry for themselves.  No, I don't have any time for anyone's stupid complaints about nothing.  You being a bag of shit doesn't have anything to do with me, so please don't try to reflect your psychological garbage on me.  I wish the people would be less toxic and more mindful that not everyone needs to hear their abundant, useless asshole comments. 

So why don't most people use their time to be helpful?  Why are there so many negative ass people in this world?  Why do so many people come across as assholes?  Why do people sound like they're arguing all the time?  I know one thing for sure, I can't change anyone else's opinion.  There's only one thing I can really change and that is myself.  I can change my attitude.  I can change my mindset.  I can change what I do in the morning.  I can change who I listen to.  I can change where I'm going.  I can change!  I can change! 

With all the crazy shit going on in the world, people need to be more positive.  Unfortunately, there's always that negative ass person in the room who is going to hate; just make sure it's not you.

I wish everyone the best.  I wish people weren't so hurt and fucked up, so they can stop hating and throwing tantrums at everyone they come across.  I wish everyone can find Jesus and learn how to love one another.  I wish people can find peace within themselves.  I wish people would stop caring so much about attacking each other about stupid shit.  I can't change people, but what I can do is change my attitude. 

Thank you for stopping by.  Thank you for reading my content, because without you I'd be a real nobody.  Until next time!   




     

Be Someone Worth A Damn

Trust me, you don't want to be that guy who doesn't do anything.  You also don't want to be that guy who doesn't mind his own business and is constantly chasing after someone else.  So how do you attract?  You want to be the kind guy that people come to.  We also don't want to be that guy who says he'll do all this amazing stuff but just ends up playing World of Warcraft online in his mom's basement.  Easier said than done right?  It's okay to be a part of the audience but not forever.  At some point, everyone wants to be the star of their own show.  This is just one of many fundamental problems about being human.  You don't want to be a sheeple.  You don't want to be just like everyone else.  Not everyone falls into this category of uniqueness or self actualization but it comes around once a while in every generation.  Who wants to be just like everyone else?  Who wants to be stuck in the matrix?  Of course, not everyone makes it to this point of being their own star.  Hell, I'm continuing to struggle with this mindset everyday.  You have to fight for your right to live or someone else will try to control your ass.  Therefore, we all struggle with our sense of autonomy as well as doing what is right to get through the day and everyone has their own unique perspective.  What is right for one person maybe seen as stupid for someone else.  Finding empathy and understanding for someone else's point of view is probably one of the hardest things a human being can do.  Imagine if you were in that person's shoes.  A lot of times we don't want to because it's just too painful.  No one wants to be sick, old, or hurting but that is why this skill set is needed.  If you are here to help others, you must be able to understand what the other person is going through which is why they are constantly lashing out at everyone.  No, it's not easy.  In fact, it's probably the hardest thing you can do.  Having empathy for those who are suffering, being compassionate, and loving is no easy task.  Please, understand what love is.  Understand what it means to love someone else other than yourself sometimes.  

There's just so much conflicting shit, opinions, and background noise going on all the time that it's so hard to be doing everything.  You really need to turn off your cell phones and throw away your iPad out of the window to get something accomplished.  Again, you can't select EVERYTHING.  You really have to narrow it down to ONE thing.  No, you can't realistically be earning an income from being a fitness expert, cooking chef, real estate guru, financial expert, YouTuber, vlogger/blogger, New York Times Best Seller, drop shipping, coding for Google, and be a graphics designer for Disney.  This may work for one or two individuals out of a million people, but no definitely not me.  Fuck, it's a miracle if I can even write something coherent on this blog once a week.  So what's my thing?  What's my ultimate business model that I would pursue without getting crunched by excessive time restraints?  Again, who am I to say who I am when I'm the very definition of a jack of all trades master of none?  After everything is said and done, it's ultimately up to me to define who I am and how I carry out my day.  Maybe, I really am I bum?  The reason why I never get to do anything outside of the box of mediocracy is perhaps, because well that's who I actually am. Being me and identifying myself as someone who doesn't give a fuck is really just a sad state of affairs.  

I need to go out and go find some answers about myself.  I've been doing this for what seems to be forever.  In fact, this time I'm pretty sure I'll just come back with very similar content, just another blog post about some wandering homeless trying to find himself among thousands of other homeless people trying to make it.  In the end, who the fuck cares unless it's a documentary/story airing on Netflix or to a lesser extent YouTube.  No one will fucking care, so make sure you be worth a damn when you enter the room.

Thank you for stopping by and giving an actual fuck to read my content.  

Peace,  

Solomon     

  

      

What Support Looks Like

Somethings in life just command your attention to work.  Creating work flow is a life skill.  If you want to improve, you really need to change up your environment.  If you seriously want to change, you NEED to change your attitude.  You need to change your shit hole of a living space into something worth a damn.  It's hard to get out of your comfort zone and that's why the best thing you can do is CHANGE YOUR ENVIRONMENT.  You may not be able to control other peoples' negative opinions about you, but you can change your environment.  Be the person you ought to be.  Be the person you imaged as a child growing up.  Be the person you wished your parents were.  For the love of God, don't just be another Negative Nancy, Debby Downer, or Karen.  There are far too many naysayers out there waiting behind every corner just to attack you.  Life creates way too many of them, seriously.  No one really wants to be the King of Mediocracy either, but it just happens.  So how do you be you and not be crushed by all this negativity stemming out from the very core of human existence?  One of the most straight forward and effective ways is just by changing up your environment.  You want to be somewhere that is positive.  If it doesn't exist yet then make it your goal to create it.  Your job is to be you.  The haters and naysayers will still be there after you are long gone but for for right now, your goal is to take care of you.  Only you can change you.  Only you can be the ultimate version of yourself.  Only you can help yourself.  Only you can regain your sovereignty back. 

I would like to help the small fries out there.  I would like to dedicate my time to not only helping out myself but others who lack the discipline and the will to become the greatest versions of themselves.  No, it's not easy helping people.  It's a journey.  It's a hardship.  It takes willpower, determination, grit, ambition, focus, and relentlessness.  Most importantly you just can't care what others think about you.  You just have to ignore everyone else's opinion and just fucking do whatever it is you need to take care of.  If you always listen to everyone else, then sadly you'll end up just becoming their bitch.  There's always going to be that someone telling you what to do whether it's your parents, teachers, boss at work, the fat asshole down the street, etc. but the only person who has full control of you at all times is ultimately you.  You have the ability to not give a fuck and do whatever it is you're going to do.  None the less, not everyone is wired to be a good person.  Some individuals may really think rioting and looting things maybe the answer they are looking for.  Violence is usually not the answer but for many it is. In any event, don't do anything stupid with your new found glory.

Well, that's a warp.  I feel like calling it a day.  I feel like resting now.  I don't feel like being productive right now as I'm just done eating lunch.  My energies comes and goes like a train.  At one end, I'm all pumped and super excited to get stuff done.  The next moment, I'm done with a meal and all of the sudden I feel like being a fat asshole who accomplishes nothing. 

Until next time!  Thank you for reading.           

Connecting with Your Audience or The Lack Of

Welcome to the world of no one gives a fuck.  Yup, this is exactly what happens to you when you somehow decide to be more reactive than proactive.  There are ramifications for deciding to not doing anything.  As the hours of the day go by, you manage to accomplish nothing.  Perhaps you really needed the time for yourself and your family, but as for me: I really needed to find something more productive to do with my time off of work.  Amazon, Ebay, Paypal, the stock market, YouTube, Blogger . . . What is it that I have not tried yet?  Which one of these actually is worth my time?  I am the very definition of Jack of all trades master of none.  What do I bring to the table?  Who the hell cares if they see me?  What is my connection with the world?  Am I really just another fucking tax payer?  Why don't I have any great gifts and surprises to offer the world that is even remotely worth a crap to be watching on television?  No one can answer these questions for you except yourself.  Sometimes, people just get lucky. 

No one else can help you if you are lazy.  You have to work on yourself first.  Maybe that's just what it is.  Because I'm just not properly aligned with my priorities and goals in life, I'm just drifting around, aimlessly trying to climb up a mountain of stairs that doesn't really go up anywhere.  At the end of the day, who the hell cares?  All I really know for sure is that I'd be happy just coming home to a paycheck.  That's exactly the problem:  I am a slut.  I am willing to do anything for money, never really defining what the fuck it is I actually want to do for a living. 

As I've stated before, I'm really just a leprechaun.  With no leadership skills needed, all I'm really into is grabbing things for free, being cheap with my purchases, using the maximum amount of coupons I can get my dirty filthy Jewish hands on, and just sinking my teeth into whatever money I can get my hands on.  Is this the path I really want to go down?  Where is the integrity?  Where are my values?  What direction in life am I going with this?

If I'm not mistaken, the ancient ones want us to focus more on service to others.  Instead of being a greedy ass mother fucker, THEY want us to learn and practice how to genuinely be more compassionate, loving, kind, giving, and be more of service to others.  Yup, easier said than done.  Easier said than done.  Well, I still have a lot to learn. 

Thanks for stopping by and readying.  I find it hard enough to love myself let alone anyone else.  I have a long way to go.  Just love.  Why not?  Just love.yourself for starters. 

Peace

The Daydreamer

Well, I guess this is me just wandering around the mall one day like I don't give a fuck.  Outside of work, who am I?  Who do I want to be?  Who do I want to be perceived as?  Who the hell is this guy?  No one likes a nobody.  No one wants to be that nobody in the story.  No one wants to be the homeless guy.  No want wants to be the invisible person.  Most of the time, I feel like I'm just an extra in the movie.  I don't really have a role nor do I really want one.  I'm pretty much just a wanderer.  I'm intelligent and aware of enough not to be just another sheep, but I'm just not there yet to fully define myself with an exact purpose and/or niche with direction.  Being accustomed to working all day, it's just pleasing for me to just loaf around and be a nobody.  I enjoy doing nothing.  I don't like having to work if I don't have to.  It's great and all to be SOMEBODY, but I really don't want to care sometimes.  Sometimes, I just walk around just for the hell of it.  I don't have to give a damn about what everyone else is doing with their time.  I just want to stroll around and not give a fuck.  I really don't care about being perceived as passive.  I'm not sure why males have to be seen acting overly aggressive and exhausting themselves to compete all the time like an animal.  Unless it's worth it, I'm not going to give crap.  Most of the time what happens is that the cops are called over something dumb, real dumb.  Sometimes, it's just dumb. Oh wow, like you've never seen a girl before?  It just gets dumb and dumber.  I would like to stay out of the drama as much as possible.  If you can pull it off without something dumb happening, great. 

When will I find myself?  Who is this guy?  Who do I want to be?  Who do I want to be for my audience?  What value do I provide to others?  Will anyone even be around when I'm there?  Who the fuck would even remotely care?  What the hell am I good for?  The hardest part is that no one else can answer these questions accept me.  The same goes for you.  Who the hell are any of us?  Who do you really want to be remembered as?  Who the fuck do I really want to be remembered as?  Am I just another "some guy"?  Can I be someone who's actually fucking useful for once?  Is my job just to stand there and look pretty?

And on that day, no one gave a fuck.  Just no one cared that day.  I woke up, did my daily whatever, enjoyed my video games, Netflix, and did whatever.  No teachers, no parents, no anybody was involved, just me.  Thou shall not give a fuck about me.  I lived this day like no one gave a fuck.  I lived, didn't get accosted for anything stupid, and continued with my life.  No fucks were given that day.  Exactly zero fucks were given that day.  Nothing was accomplished.  Nothing was achieved.  It was just pure living like any other passing day on this planet.  Did I REALLY WANT to BE SOMEBODY that day?  Yes, I wanted to be at least millionaire since forever, but unfortunately that would have taken A TON of WORK.  In any event, the next best thing for me was just to wander around, looking for sales and coupons to use, and just NOT CARE.  In reality I didn't want to be a somebody for anybody which was also the laziest thing to do at the time.  Everything else like having tons of money, being on TV, chasing around girls, etc. was just another daydream around the corner.  Trust me, if you're not working hard at something in the present moment then you're probably just daydreaming like me.  Don't be like me.  Don't be daydreaming.  Go make that money, work on your craft, go chase that girl, and go live your life to the fullest.  You still have time.  It's your time to shine.

Well, that's been me in a nutshell: Thou shall not give a fuck.  Sometimes, it's just up to God to ultimately decide whether you'll be born with a certain look, height, talent, IQ, EQ, social skill level, language learning ability, math ability, athleticism, rich/poor family, etc.  Long story short, this is it girl.  This is what you get from me.  This is who I am.  This is who you'd be marrying.  You either take me as I am and appreciate the time we have together; or you'll just end up complaining and bitching.  This is it.  This is it for the both of us.

Thank you for stopping by and reading.  I wish everyone the best.  Until next time!