I Don't Give a Fuck About Your 'I Quit Post'

^{I don't give a fuck about your I quit post.
"I'm done and now I'll boast!"
Message heard from coast to coast.
You're just a fucking ghost.
Showed up here; want the most?
Just get in line and earn your dime.
This shit, it will take time.
No such thing as instant fine wine.
Come down from your cloud nine.
I don't give a fuck about your I quit post.}

Those posts are annoying.

^{And then they come back.}

Then, a month later, it's another goddamn I quit post!

I don't know about you folks but I certainly don't spend time on Youtube just to watch the content producers tell me they're going to quit. I don't hang out by the magazines and start flipping pages, looking for that article about the writer who doesn't like their job anymore; as I'm waiting in line to pay for my gloves, duct tape, rope, hatchet, garbage bags, and shovel. I haven't seen the movie where all the actors stop acting mid-scene and start throwing a tantrum!

What, in the actual fuck, are you doing with your life, when all you can do, is bitch about how much you're failing!

Am I being too harsh or are the harsh words and attitude problems in your goddamn I quit post contagious?
^{Fact: That drama stuff rubs off on people. It's a disease that spreads.}

And then those little maggots who gather around to projectile vomit their negative vibes all up under the goddamn I quit post; what's up with them! Leaching on to every I quit post, following the Quitter Band around from town to town as if they're doing the nationwide Entitlement Issues Tour. Sticking to the same script about how the whole world is against them, putting the quitter up on a pedestal, then moving on to the next show.

Some folks just love to hate the place and it's easy to see who because they wear the skirts and carry the pompoms. Tear leaders.

I'm just messing around.

^Relax!

Yeah, sure. I can find reasons to complain just like the next human. I have problems in my life, too. Even though I can be one of the most ridiculous content producer types in all the land some days, behind the scenes I'm still just some dude living a life somewhere; and I prefer to maintain at least some degree of professionalism when it comes to my content.

Professionalism means I won't fly off the handle, blow up on everyone, and quit my self employed job as content producer. I'm doing this because I want to do it and I deal with the shit because the shit comes with the territory. Shit is fertilizer. Shit helps things grow.

I am secretly hiding advice within this post.

^Shh!

I'm only human. When I get to the point my stress can no longer be managed rationally, I go for a long walk. I take a break. I take the time to think about the thoughts that lead to what I'll do next.

There's nothing wrong with taking a break.

Not long ago, I took a long walk away from most of the things that were stressing me out. I left, quietly.

Spent nearly four months in the middle of nowhere. Didn't even have an internet connection or phone service. Distanced myself from most of the people I knew. Didn't want to make everyone else sick.

I gave myself the opportunity to experience a complete disconnection from all of those invisible monsters who were no longer hiding in my closet. Had I not done that, I could have easily lost my mind, naturally.

One major hurdle was starting out 2018 feeling like I had life on track. Was both wealthy mentally and monetarily; was looking forward to accomplishing my goals and enjoying the life I had planned for myself.

By the end of the year, that was gone. The hardest year of my life, mentally. If I could project how I was truly feeling on the inside directly into your mind so you could feel it all at once, you'd fall on your ass and wonder who the hell just punched you.
^{A vintage 1986 Mike Tyson uppercut.}

I know of many more out there who could also land the same shot with such ferocious intensity.
^{I am not alone; but I needed to be alone.}

So I came back, as I planned to do from the start of my journey away. The world is round. Walk far enough and you'll eventually arrive back home. Life comes full circle.

I arrived back home.

^{During a shitstorm.}

Some folks around here, and there; they're getting blown away. Some leave silently, which is wise, because it's always best to do what you think is right, for you. Others are acting like a disease.

A disease I am immune to.

No matter how hard one tries, directly or indirectly; they cannot bring me down. I'm in charge and if I want to feel shitty, or if the whole world wants to act like I don't belong here; it's for me to decide what my next move is. It's up to me to react how I want to react.

As much as I can't stand the disease of negative vibes. As much as I don't like to see people become unhinged, explode, and cover everyone else with their juices of I can't take it anymore...

I realize now, they're just having a bad day, and need to go for a walk.

It's easy to feel strong when exposed to another's weakness. I don't think I can actually gain strength from that though. I think the strength is gained when you see that individual come back after having a meltdown, accepting they're only human and we can only take so much before we snap, and acknowledging the strength it would take to want to go another round after getting knocked the fuck out.

Anyway

^{The Writer/Artist Himself...}

I call this one, Doesn't Forgive. Doesn't Forget.

Have a nice day.

Credits:All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me.
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