'Betrothed to greatness shall I be, forever til eternity..." That's a little something I came up with after having a more than heated upbraid with a friend about a current chart topper. Flo-rida's 'Club Can't Handle Me' has been on repeat on my iPod for a couple of weeks now. The premise of the song is how he arrives at the club and becomes the epitome of party. How he can and will spend as much money, cause the largest ruckus and get the most attention doing whatever it is that he must do to have a good time. While I'm totally fine with this and can obviously relate, my counterpart on the other hand had more than an extreme aversion to such boisterous and ludicrous (not ludacris kids) behavior... Which brings me to the subject of this post, why are we so threatened by the confidence of others?
Do we see something in them that we deeply aspire to have injected into our personality consoles? Do we imagine ourselves being assembled, completely equipped and loaded with all the personality traits and materialistic qualities that we wished we possessed but only come to despise because, oh no, someone else has the pleasure of exuding such things?...
Why do women constantly berate each other and call one another whore and slut because this girl or that girl is getting more attention from the fairer sex because of her ample bossoms and ass-ets.. Should it not bode well for you that you have other ways of getting noticed, or does it bother you THAT much that you wish you were in her shoes? I've always heard that a drunk girl's actions are a sober girl's thoughts...
Or why is it that when men are amongst other men there's always a need to have a cockfight? Does my confidence overshadow you in the worst of ways so much so that you must continuously and hopelessly try to demote me, only failing at each try because, what you forget is that I'm agile, able to roll with each punch and dive from each kick.
To keep it on the simpler side of things, confidence is, and always will be key. If you don't like it... Make sure you change your locks.
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