Projection, projections, projection

I don’t know, who gives a shit?

Do you?

Really!? Do you? 

What do you give a shit about?

This sounds accusatory when it aims to be rhetorical. What do you really care about? 

And if you can answer this question;  I'm proud of you. 

I actually have no clue what shits I give besides the well-being of beloved ones. Which, actually, takes me primarily out my own ‘interests’. I do have points to elaborate on that argument, especially, when I’m normally the first one to call out people and mention that they should always take care of themselves first. 

I’m so like a flight attendant, that is so bored and swamped of repeating the same instructions over and over again when no-one gives a shit. At the same time, everyone probably believes if any panic circumstance would ever happen they’d know what to do. Not wanting to be a teaser, but this shit-show sounds rather entertaining. 

It is difficult for me to take action regarding the future and “the world’, it is painless when I have a goal, beloved, or a company to represent, or when the interests are outsourced. It’s uncomplicated to generate paths, perspectives, and possibilities for others. I understand common societal trails and I‘m happy to share them with thou that have an interest. Savvy the system is mere, we all can do it if we pay enough attention.

At the same time, we get in the jutting loop. 

It’s so easy to project, and we project, we project, we annoyingly keep projecting.

We look at someone, and instead of glazing, we project

We hear to someone, and instead of listening, we project 

We desire someone, and instead of yearning, we project 

We admire someone, and instead of praising, we project

We envy someone, and instead of begrudging, we project 

We lust someone, and instead of coveting, we project

We project someone, and instead of projecting, we reproject ourselves.

All is easy, somewhat narcissistic, and lull. It’s effortless and sheltered to be all about oneself. 

What is more straightforward and comforting than blaming other people for your own insecurities, defaults, and who knows what?

To conclude with a weird conclusion: To make in this world, you don’t need the smarts, you don’t need the looks, you don’t need the stance, you don’t need the starting capital. You need you, your expectations on spot, and the knowledge that the world is not fair.

You betta run, you betta fight, no-one is doing it for you. So stop projecting, stop over-worrying and make some shit that no-one will care about besides you. Be your finest ruthless self and get what you want.