In the vast spectacle of life, natural selection is imminent. You can choose to be at the top of the pyramid or stand by as it's evolving. You can choose to be an outcast and watch as things are changing or you can choose be apart of a crowd that is moving in the same motions of life, motions that get them to the top.
See what I've learned is, I never had a choice.
Does the person with the title 'The Mafia king's only child' sound like they have much of a choice pertaining to who and what they want to be when they get older? Yeah, I know how that sounds. 'Why the fuck is she complaining about her social class? or being rich? have cars, money, and overall wealth?'.
Yeah I know I hate myself for complaining too, but I just can't seem to help it. While choosing and working towards getting all of that, your happiness fades away. You become so indulged in a rich life style, or maintaining a rich lifestyle that you forget about being happy. You force yourself to do what you've got to do—which ultimately boils down to being numb and using anger to navigate your day to day. No matter how much emotional damage you go through, that's just the way it is.
What makes it worst is, being a female in a world where change is happening but isn't as effective. No matter how much hard work you can put in day to day, you will never come close to the man next to you...
And what if there is no man that stands next to you...well it goes to the man across from you, or behind you, maybe even under you.
Finally, when there is no man around you, what I have learned is in order to be a respected leader and 'role model' you must never crack under pressure, you must assert your authority, and never show your 'emotions' or 'insecurities'.
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"This is what you asked for", I stated. We were in the back of a downtown LA alleyway that seemed super sketchy. I personally never met with buyers myself, but the unusually large amount of CoDA requested peaked my interest.
This guy didn't look super legit. For one his shirt wasn't tucked all the way into his pants, his hair had an excessive amount of gell inside and his face...
He had an untrustworthy type of face. I know, it sounds mean and shallow, people can have faces that give away how untrustworthy they are. It's a real thing! Look it up!
His interest in CoDA only further convinced me of my suspicions. He was in his late forties, CoDA wasn't for his age group, but then again I don't control how people use what they buy and CoDA was just another example of that.
CoDA was a new drug that hit the market. Synthesized and developed by my team and I.
CoDA was my monster while I was its Frankenstein.
Much like the Chemical THC, CoDA was a type of chemical my team was able to break down into oil in order to infuse it into different things.
CoDA was most notoriously consumed through eating it infused into candy and different foods.
The main difference better THC and CoDA is the trips that it takes you on. While on CoDA you are able to control your actions and make extensiv choices as it promotes a calmer more stable psych.
CoDA also isn't as harmful...you can't smoke it and it only stays in your blood stream and urine for up to three hours after your trip.
Everyone wanted their hands on it as it did number after hitting the streets. Whether to make an attempt at replicating or simply enjoying the blissful trip from CODA it was a must have.
He chuckled holding up the tightly packaged cylinder containing the candy. "correct you are...this is what exactly I asked for".
He was staring at me with a smirk plastered ok his face. There is was that untrustworthy ass face. Jesus i'm sorry.
