I want to take a moment to give a congratulations. Do you have a lot of money in your bank? Is it from investing? Well hot dog, if I’ll be damned.  You made the right choice. You took the job, you placed the money, you listened to the advisor you paid a lot of money for or you just got lucky per place of employment.  Hot damn. Wait, you’re just good at savings? Living pay check to pay check to cover the bases has never been an issue for you? Well hot damn you thrifty son of a bitch.  You. You you YOU! 💍🕶👑☄

I want to talk about my own investment. At age of 19. It derailed me, for my entire adult life.  The choice I made was cemented and when I got brave enough to leave 7 years later I only found a world expecting me to perform.  A world that wanted to see my tits, and my ass. A world that wanted me to do all the work: initiate the dates, become a maneater.  Flirt, be open, be Ready.  Fuck, I was so nice, so dorky.  The worst kind of positioning.  I was doomed. You have to flaunt it girl.

Previously, at age 19, my investment was for Life.  No duh, this dude I was in love with and I would be buried together.  I had zero doubts at the time. I gave my word. Only I didn’t know our marriage was based on a lie, a superficiality, and I had actually set forth on this quest alone without realizing it initially. But it was to be made clear soon thereafter. And here we are a decade later with no better results. I want to tell you a story of redemption but it doesn’t exist because I can’t be fake and cobble together an accident that comes together based on complacency and Real Men died long ago anyway or are all married or too scared to step up at this point because there’s so few of them to begin with and here we are. I’m there, living it, in the weeds. You who are seemingly insulated, congrats. You are the chosen few.

My bad investment meant I not have a chance to figure things out.  I live in an extended place of oops.  I want to correct this. Badly. But it hasn’t happened yet as I’ve been sadly spending my time with a bunch of dudes who expect me to do their bidding: I take the action, I plan it all. After all they are a rare breed in demand and I’m supposed to show what I’ve got (???).  We barter each other. The Angels above weep.

Who are these fucks who taught us this behavior? Idiots? Clearly, yet we adopt the habits even though we could make our own choices and do better.  Yikes.  Nobody is strong enough to say enough is enough. I would, I would ride the lines with my King if he existed, and not some wimpy Prince waiting on the things to align for him. Collaboration is gone. Control is reign firm.

I’m ready for the revolution,  this is a war worth investing in ❤️