Yo,yo,yo! I want to start this off with a question then we can get to it. If someone were to ask you, who are you, what would your answer be? Do you know who you are? Do you know what you are? You must be able to define who you are for yourself so that no one can ever try and tell you who you are. Write a list of who you believe yourself to be, each one starting with the words “I Am…”
And with that said…Let’s get to work!
Imagine, if you will, that there are two people on a street who live across from each other, a man in one house, and a woman in another. One day, a single puzzle piece is mysteriously left on their doorstep. In this world, physical puzzles do not exist, until now.
On one particular day, the woman opens her door and sees a puzzle piece on the ground. She picks it up, looks at it, and sees an image of a rose on it. She briefly admires the image, sets the piece aside, and carries on with her day. The next day, another piece appears but this time, there is no image. She thinks to herself “What the hell?!” and proceeds to discard the piece. A new puzzle piece appears on her doorstep every day for 30 days, sometimes with an image, sometimes not. After a few days, the woman began to throw the pieces away thinking nothing of them.
(I’m going somewhere with this, stick with me)
Now, this same exact process is happening at the same time across the street where the man lives. On this particular day, the man opens his door and sees a puzzle piece on the ground. He picks it up, looks at it, sees the image of the rose, but instead of being enamored by the image, he is intrigued by its funny shape. He proceeds to analyze the strange ridges and curves on the piece. He then thinks to himself, “This looks as if it is a part of something.” He puts the piece on a desk and continues with his day. The next day, another puzzle piece appears. The man looks at it and attempts to fit the piece with the other from the day before…it fits. In the following days, he repeats this process and at the end of the 30 days, he completed the entire puzzle.
In his excitement, he rushed over to his neighbor’s house to show her his accomplishment. “Look at this! It’s a portrait of a rose garden!” he shouted. “Oh, that’s what that was, it’s beautiful, can I have it?” she asked. The man, in utter disbelief, quickly replied, “No you can’t have it, did you not get the same pieces that I got?” “Yeah, but I threw them away.” she said regretfully. “No! I worked hard on this!” “But..but…but I want it!” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry, but no.” “You’re so selfish!” she shouted and stormed off into her house never to speak to the man again.
As time passed, the man couldn’t help but to think that maybe he was indeed being selfish for not giving her the puzzle. At the same time, he thought, “She was never gonna fuck me anyway.”
The End.
Gentlemen, this is what you call Gaslighting! Gaslighting is when women emotionally manipulate you to make you feel like shit and/or crazy. This is the ultimate missing puzzle piece to our downfall and I say to you NO MORE! When a woman tells you “You’re overreacting” “You’re being insecure” “He’s just a friend” “I’m offended” “You’re being inconsiderate” “You’re over analyzing” …you are being gaslighted sir!
From this day on, we won’t fall for it. When they pull this bullshit on you and your instinct is telling you otherwise…follow your fucking instinct and stand FIRM. You’re not fucking crazy, you’re not fucking trippin’, she’s fucking gaslighting you bruh!
Stay emotionally bulletproof, stay on your purpose, and be great outchea, holla!
(Told you I was going somewhere with it)
WALT FACTUAL
