Responsible Gun Owner

Redpill journal. I’m really stanced like Morpheus here, lol. Like, almost three full months being a full-time freelancer. I have finally accepted the fact that as my own manager, it makes sense that people will continue to tell me that I’m killing it, or say other colloquialisms of the like to me, because part of my job now is making sure I’m wearing eyeshadow or at least chapstick and a smirk whenever I leave my house so people know that I am alive and working. Every photo taken of me and then shared around is both friend-making and work-getting. And I’ve been making some pretty sick new friends even though work feels do-or-die and hustlenomics every day. It is exciting and I chose this because I wanted to be excited. I am having fun. And every day I beat the significant urge to do something permanent and probably ugly to my hair.     If you read my past blog posts since reinvigorating Responsible Gun Owner post-my-last-job, they resemble the stages of grief, in a way. Grievi...