Reality Check

Most humans who are raised by loving parents, a single loving parent or even a loving grandparent are raised to feel special, unique and that the world revolves around them. But I say to all of these caregivers that you're doing your children an injustice, a disservice and a misinterpretation of life. This is because when they get out in the real world, the world will let them know that they ain't shit.

I know everyone looks in the mirror every morning when they are brushing their teeth and swears that they are something special, that they have a uniqueness in this world because there is no one like them. But on the contrary there is almost seven billion people like your ass in the world. I hate to bust your "I'm special" bubble, but the truth is, if you haven't done anything special that you can say no one else has done, then you're just another rat in the rat race.

The only people you might be special to is your mother, father, sister, brother, grandmother and grandfather. In some situations, you don't even mean shit to them. We grow up in this Matrix like elusion thinking the world revolves around us. This is just a mere, left over, childhood elusion that has been imposed on us by our parents. It probably started when they taught us to take a shit in the toilet and praised us for it. The reality was that they just got tired of changing our shitty diapers. It was nothing special.

Maybe it was when we learned that one plus one was two or when we learned to say mama or dada and we saw such enthusiasm in their eyes. That was nothing special. Everybody in the world knows how to say mommy and daddy. Until you do something special in this world, you're really nothing special at all. If you don't believe me, let me give you this saying "The death of one person is a tragedy. The death of a mass number of people is a statistic."

To all the selfish, self centered, egotistical people out there that think the world revolves around them and that their shit don't stink, and that the sun don't rise until they get up in the morning, here's the reality check: You ain't shit. You ain't never going to be shit and your going to die just like everybody else. They're going to put you in the ground and your relatives will talk about you when they pull out old pictures from a box. So unless you do something special to stand out from the crowd and achieve greatness, you ain't shit to this world. It's a hard pill to swallow but it's a reality check.


Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir (Volume 1) and Ghetto Bastard 2 (Volume 2) by Russell Vann