#identity collapse

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BITTER PILL: NICE PEOPLE FINISH LAST

Sigh… sorry folks.

I know it’s Sunday.

I know you're curled up in your feelings, holding your pumpkin spice empathy like a security blanket.

But I’m here to ruin your morning with reality.

Because someone has to say it:

Nice people finish last.

And not poetically.

Not tragically.

Just… pathetically.

GO AHEAD. NAME THE “GOOD GUYS” WHO WON.

No seriously. I’ll wait.

How many goody-two-shoes are killing the game right now?

Not “liked.”

Not “respected.”

I mean dominating -- culturally, financially, historically.

Hard to think of some?

Now how many flawed, abrasive, ruthless, or problematic-as-fuck individuals are?

Bet the list scrolls longer than your rent history.

Still turning your nose up like you smelled a fart in an elevator?

Alright. Here's the pill:

💰 EXHIBIT A: ROBERT DOWNEY JR.

Multiple arrests

Drug charges

Found unconscious in a stranger’s home

And yet…

He becomes a multi-billion-dollar Marvel icon.

Iron Man.

America’s loveable recovered asshole.

Not because he was good.

But because he was interesting.

👨‍💻 EXHIBIT B: STEVE JOBS

Widely known as a cold, manipulative control freak

Abandoned his first daughter

Regularly berated employees to the point of tears

And yet…

He’s worshiped like a tech god.

The inventor-king of modern myth.

Why?

Because he built more than he apologized.

💪 EXHIBIT C: RANDY ORTON

Dishonorably discharged from the Marines

Known backstage as arrogant, difficult, aggressive

Rejected as a role model

Still became a wrestling deity.

Main events, belts, legacy sealed.

Because icons aren’t chosen by HR departments.

🎤 EXHIBIT D: CHRIS BROWN

Gave Rihanna a two-piece combo with mashed potato fists

Should have been obliterated

But no.

Women still fight to get humped on stage by him.

Still pay for meet-and-greets with his hands on their ass for the gram.

The guy’s a sex symbol.

Uncomfortable?

Yeah.

Truth usually is.

🚀 EXHIBIT E: ELON MUSK

Chaotic.

Unfiltered.

Father to more children than he can probably name.

Feuds with world leaders and meme pages.

Result?

Richest man on Earth.

Owning companies that redefine physics while tweeting like a Reddit mod in crisis.

🎙️ EXHIBIT F: DAVE CHAPPELLE

Smokes weed.

Tells you to fuck off.

Makes jokes that would cancel five Netflix interns by sunrise.

Still packing arenas.

Still walking off with millions and zero apologies.

Because he tells the truth loud -- not polite.

☠️ EXHIBIT G: PUTIN

Literal warlord.

Allegedly assassinating rivals.

Running a country like a Bond villain's wet dream.

And somehow, still wealthier than Musk by hidden assets alone.

(Note: blood money isn’t listed on Forbes, dummy.)

🇺🇸 EXHIBIT H: DONALD TRUMP

Accusations.

Scandals.

Court cases.

The grab-em-by-the-pussy audio tape.

What did that get him?

Two separate presidencies.

Nonconsecutive.

Historically unprecedented.

Love him or hate him ... doesn’t matter.

He won.

💡 THE BITTER TRUTH IS THIS:

We were lied to.

Told to be “nice.”

Told to “be good.”

Told to “be kind” and “wait your turn.”

But where did it get you?

Broke?

Stressed?

Overqualified and underpaid?

Working for someone who would eat you alive in a job interview?

📉 NICE ISN’T PROFITABLE. SAFE ISN’T SCALABLE.

People don’t follow the inoffensive.

They follow the undeniable.

And undeniable often comes with edge, controversy, mistakes, ego, risk.

You were trained to apologize for existing.

While they were trained to own the room.

You were taught to be liked.

They were taught to win.

🛑 DOES THIS MEAN BE A MONSTER? NO.

It means stop equating "being nice" with moral superiority.

Stop clinging to your perfection complex like it’s gonna pay your rent.

Stop assuming your goodness will protect you.

It won’t.

⚠️ REALITY ISN’T FAIR.

It’s feral.

It’s messy.

And it favors the unapologetically active over the quietly ethical.

So maybe -- just maybe -- it’s time to stop begging the world to like you.

And start demanding it respect you.

🔥 GO BE YOURSELF. MESSY, LOUD, UNLIKABLE IF NEEDED.

Make things.

Say things.

Be bold.

Be hated.

And win anyway.

Because no one ever changed the world by asking for permission.

They did it by breaking the fucking rules — and rebuilding the game in their name.

Read more scrolltrap doctrines and savage literary truth at:

👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

🛡️ Masculine polarity. Reality razors. No moral sedation.

🚪 Warning: This post will be unfollowed by cowards and screenshotted by legends.

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You’re not a failure. You’re a masterpiece still in progress -- being compared to finished counterfeits.

That’s the game now, isn’t it?

Social media is the new sermon on the mount, but the mount’s made of filters, shame, and affiliate links.

🧠 “Wake up at 5AM.” 📈 “Start 12 side hustles.” 🏆 “Men, become high-value.” 🌹 “Ladies, know your worth.”

Meanwhile: Your back hurts. Your rent went up. Your kid’s shoes don’t fit anymore. And some $97 PDF life coach has the gall to say you're falling behind because you’re not running an Etsy empire from your hospital bed.

Let’s talk about these gurus. Let’s talk about the Instagram prophets and TikTok shamans telling young women to “reject weak men” while their own DMs are a graveyard of emotional manipulation. Who sell “masculinity” as domination, while hiding a search history full of humiliation kinks and allegations they pray don’t go public.

Let’s talk about the “divine feminine” coaches who seduce broken women with flowery self-help drivel, then steal their trauma, twist it into hashtags, and leave them broke and lovebombed.

Let’s talk about the male “empathy influencers” who villainize men to gain trust from women, only to sleep with their followers and disappear when the scars come back up.

Not coaches. Not healers. Just pimps in yoga pants.

And don’t even get me started on the “financial experts” screaming that if you don’t have $10k in savings by age 30, you’re a failure of a human being.

Meanwhile, you’re over here:

sharing groceries with your sister

praying the car makes it to payday

wondering if the math on skipping dinner checks out

doing the best you f*cking can while eggs cost more than therapy and therapy ain’t covered.

You are not behind. You are not broken. You are not a failure. You are in a war zone with no map, no inheritance, no safety net, and you still show up.

You make beauty out of nothing. You survive like it’s a sport. You bleed with dignity.

And if that’s not the mark of a masterpiece in progress -- Then burn the museum down.

Reblog if you’re done comparing yourself to content creators selling delusion for clicks. Reblog if you’re a living work of art who just hasn’t finished bleeding yet.

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🧬 DNA DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU, KAREN

Your DNA doesn’t care. Not about your career, your feelings, your skincare routine, or the six hours you wasted scrolling Etsy for “witchy candles.”

Your DNA would survive without you. You’re just the unpaid Uber driver in the infinite city of evolution. A vessel. A sack of nerves. A disposable meat courier for molecules that have been copy-pasting themselves since before oxygen existed.

FACT ONE: YOU ARE THE UBER, NOT THE PASSENGER

You think you’re in charge? No. You are a rideshare app for genetic code. The genes hitch a ride, sometimes crash the car, then eject to the next poor sucker with legs.

You’re not “living your best life.” You’re a walking vehicle registration form for ancient strands of acid trying to beat entropy.

FACT TWO: DNA IS A PSYCHOPATH

DNA doesn’t love you. It doesn’t care if you die in agony, sobbing on a hospital bed, clutching for breath. If it got its code copied into a child, neighbor, or random petri dish, then congratulations-- mission accomplished.

Your funeral? Just DNA’s old phone being recycled.

FACT THREE: YOUR “DIET” IS A LIE

Think you’re a proud plant-based, cruelty-free primate? Cute.

Your canines, your jaw strength, your digestive tract-- they crave the screaming marrow of prey too slow to survive your ancestors’ hunger.

Your DNA remembers bones cracking like drumsticks. It remembers sinew between teeth. It remembers blood on dirt.

Your kale smoothie is cosplay. Your vegan burger is a wig on a corpse.

FACT FOUR: DNA CHEATS WITH EVERYONE

You’re not unique. Your DNA shares over 60% with a banana, 80% with a cow, and 98% with a chimpanzee. Your “soulmate”? Genetically redundant. Your “individuality”? A rounding error on a 4-billion-year-old copy machine.

You are not special. You are just a temporary spelling of the alphabet of life.

FACT FIVE: EVOLUTION DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR COMFORT

Do you enjoy running water? Air conditioning? Avocado toast?

Too bad. Evolution only cared that your ancestors could outrun predators and survive famine long enough to breed. Your body was optimized for starvation, brutality, and fear. That’s why your brain melts in office cubicles. That’s why your heart rots on dating apps. That’s why you panic at 3AM for no reason.

You were not designed for happiness. You were engineered for replication.

FACT SIX: SEX IS A SCAM

Love songs? Weddings? Honeymoons? Lies. Sex is not about connection, intimacy, or poetry.

It’s about DNA writing a sequel. You are the pen. Your kids are the book. And DNA doesn’t care if the story sucks-- as long as there’s another copy on the shelf.

FACT SEVEN: THE BIG PUNCHLINE

Your DNA will outlive you. It will use you up like a disposable vape and pass its code into the next idiot, or maybe just die trying.

And when you rot? When the worms chew your face and the soil forgets your name? DNA will not mourn. It will not miss you. It will not write a Hallmark card.

Because Karen-- your DNA doesn’t give a fuck about you.

CLOSING TRANSMISSION

You’re a skeleton, chauffeuring DNA, carrying microbes, pretending you matter.

But in the cathedral of evolution? You are not the priest. You are the janitor.

So light your candles, update your LinkedIn, and whisper “self-care” into the abyss-- your DNA is already downloading a new driver.

🧠 Read more respect-coded doctrine and emotional architecture at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Masculine polarity. Scrolltrap psychology. Unforgiven words. 🚪 Warning: This one broke relationships. On purpose.

[AUTO-PURGE IN: 11:11:11 -- DNA ALREADY GONE]

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