You're not just incorrect, you're also stupid. I mean that sincerely. You're not a very smart person and you never will be. For your entire life, the majority of the people in every room you enter, are smarter than you are. The problem with stupid people is that they are helpless to help themselves, and if they are given the opportunity to make decisions, they will inevitably hurt themselves and the people around them. This is what makes stupid people not just ridiculous, but also dangerous. You are a dangerous stupid person, which is only amplified by your courage to speak. I am afraid there is no cure for stupidity (you're born with it, and a good portion seems genetic).
Here's my best suggestion, as a smart person, to a stupid person, who needs help. Find the help you need from experts. DO NOT TRUST YOURSELF. You are stupid. You will have to rely on those more educated or more understanding of the world. The hardest part for you, will be deciding who is the "expert" or who has the right advice. Luckily, I have a solution for you. Ask other people in the field of expertise, who they feel are worthy of your time and energy. Other people (smarter than you) will be able to tell the differences between intelligence where you cannot. They will be able to perceive the blind spot. For example, if you need advice on buying a home, talk to other people who have purchased home (but this is key) ONLY take advice from people who have a proven track record of success and who they suggest speaking with.
Not all opinions are equally valid. Your opinion is worthless, so to help add value to your actions you need to find opinions that are trusted and held somewhat valid by your smarter colleagues and peers. You will be unable to help yourself otherwise. You simply do not have the mental capacity for the kind of abstract thought required to process the information at higher levels. Please don't feel bad. The majority of the world is in your situation and they can't help it either.
I was sadly laid off from my job a few days ago. My circadian rhythm has been off as a result, so I decided to head down to my local GameStop to mentally reset (and maybe pick up a few Funko Pops & more batteries).
The store looked immaculate (obviously). It even passed what I call 'the white glove test', which is where I put on a single white glove and go around touching things to see if I collect any dust.
After a few minutes of testing, it dawned upon me that the kid working there didn't greet me upon entering, so I strode up to the counter to confront him.
"Everything ok?" I coolly asked, disguising the true rage burning inside of me.
He just sort of nodded, asking if there was anything he could help me with and why I was walking around touching things with gloves on.
"Heh. Just thought I'd pop in to see how my store is doing." I replied. "Looks good. Though, I couldn't help but notice that you failed to greet me when I entered the building, which is a real problem - here at GameStop we greet all of our customers."
Visibly confused, he asked me if I was a corporate employee or something.
"Employee? Not legally. I am however a shareholder, which makes me a part owner and, technically, your boss."
In that moment, he knew that he fucked up; he began to stammer out an apology, but I wasn't having it. This kid just disrespected a shareholder.
"Look, kid," I interrupted, puffing out my chest to look as big and intimidating as I could. "You should be thankful that we've given you the opportunity to work for the most innovative tech giant on the planet. Failing to greet people hurts the customer experience. Hurting the customer experience brings down company profits. My profits. And I'll be dead before a little piss baby like you is gonna fuck with my money. Keep it up, and you won't have to worry about greeting people anymore. Understood?"
I began to leave, all the while he just sort of stared at me, shaking his head and asking what I was talking about.
"Oh, and one more thing," I added, one foot out the door. "I'll be having this Funko Pop on the house." and I grabbed the nearest one and left without paying.
I haven't been back to the store since, but I imagine that the kid now has everything shipshape and has been greeting every customer since. It feels good to help my company!
H-h-h--hhhhh-hh-hhHewwoooo *rubs on your chest* Your chwest is swoft *breaks your spine* Woopsied I dwid a little poopie!!! Let me mwake you fweel bwetter *snaps your cock in half* Wowzaies!!
I’m not gay but I absolutely love seeing a huge, beefy, double-cheeked up muscle daddy get his guts rearranged in 1080p. Twinks, bears, otters, jocks, femboys, leather daddies, all of it gets my cock harder than a diamond-encrusted loaf of week-old baguette. I would pay Shawn Mendes $1,000,000 just to glance at my taint. I want Jason Mamoa to put his entire fist in my ass, up to the elbow.
What started off as an occasional indulgence has become an incurable addiction. I literally spend every waking moment jacking my bedraggled member to the gayest shit I can find. My orgasms cause minor seismic events. I have accounts on over 2,000 porn websites and I pay 5k a month to various NSFW services and creators.
I’m straight though. Anyone else?
Please do not say “lmao.” It is not a very nice “word” { more like a made up word lol sorry } because it is saying the A word which is a curse word. Saying the A word is wrong and does not please the one true and Living God which is our Lord Jesus Christ who shed His precious blood FOR humanity / mankind [ on the cross ] and we very truly need to respect that because, like bro, He died on the cross for humanity / mankind. Amen. 🤠🤠🥺🥺😉😉
