About being an arrogant asshole.
I don’t know why girls and boys, but often relations in my life end this way:
I get called an arrogant asshole. This is probably true. But I never took it as an insult.
I take arrogance as a word for pride, and everybody i ever respected was proud. Proud of himself. “Me – we” was I suppose what Ali said, the arrogant dancing bee, the trembling man, one of those who changed things. Proud means, you respect yourself, you want to be with people you respect. I watched “American Gangster” the other day and got a deep understanding for this. Do so if you can’t follow my word.
Anyhow, by beeing proud, by considering yourself somebody individual and special, your time gets precious. You want to spend it with people you love. You live once and this with hope. So why spending it on watching TV, talking about what your neighbours did and why you didn’t move the lawn. So do what you wanna do, but with passion, that was the message so far. And if you wanna get of a relation, don’t wait for the next week. Or if you are up to learn something, do it right now.
I don’t know why this is considered by arrogant. Maybe sometimes it’s reckless. This might be true. This is where love comes in – when what the “me” wants is less important than what the “we” wants. More about it next time, and here again some amazing Lauryn Hill lyrics I rediscovered with a friend – Lauryn if you read this: Make music again.
Now, now how come your talk turn cold
Gained the whole world for the price of your soul
Tryin’ to grab hold of what you can’t control
Now you’re all floss, what a sight to behold
Wisdom is better than silver and gold
I was hopeless now I’m on Hope road
Every man want to act like he’s exempt
When him need to get down on his knees and repent
Can’t slick talk on the day of judgement
Your movement’s similar to a serpent
Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent?
Consequence is no coincidence
Hypocrites always want to play innocent
Always want to take it to the full out extent
Always want to make it seem like good intent
Never want to face it when it’s time for punishment
I know that you don’t wanna hear my opinion
But there come many paths and you must choose one
And if you don’t change then the rain soon come
See you might win some but you just lost one
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