Complex...

Perched high upon my blogging soapbox I see all of you scurry about aimlessly. I read your stories about broken hearts and dreams. I see the pictures of you that were probably taken sometime during the Reagan administration. But what I see more than anythingelse are your complexes.

Inferiority complexes create paranoias in your mind and so you find pictures of others to berate and make fun of to make yourself feel better. Only you never truly feel better so you keep searching for more pictures and more stories on these ordinary people, that just so happen to be more recoganizble than most, that some call celebrities. The same people that you try to emulate when you go shopping for your new purse, kicks, or weave. It's ugly face shows up when you see that nice pair of shoes from a distance and when you pick them up you look for the SWOOSH. God forbid it be a SWEESH instead. Now you're feeling hesitant. People will look at you funny. You second guess yourself. Just because you like it doesn't mean you should buy it right?

But it's not that simple. Nope complexes are complex. It's your complex that makes you buy that fake Rolex from Sung Woo who does his best Puffy imitation to get you to buy the glass encrusted watch. It's that materialistic complex to appear to be something you aren't or have things that you really can't afford. That fake rolex is what is going to impress that big butt girl you've been wanting to get with for the past month. Yeah you can tell just by looking at her that you're going to have to save up for about a month and take her somewhere special if you ever get the chance. Meanwhile that same young lady is walking around with a fake Gucci purse trying to impress other females that she claims not to care about. It makes you worship the Lexus and do obeisance to the Bentley.

Your complex makes you look at me and say "you're weird". It makes you wonder why when you say that I have that creepy smile on my face. It causes the confusion in your mind when I say "And I'll be that way until Trent Lott graces the cover of JET Magazine". You see I was creating metaphors this morning while you were trying to figure out which card to use to pay for that bitches breakfast. It's why you feel inadequate when you read my blog. You don't want me there but I invade your thoughts like Bush did Iraq and I refuse to leave until you get the point.

Does that anger you? Make you feel funny? It's your complex. Now you're depressed, stressed, wondering how I see you so clearly through your words. Never mind that, you've got to realize your complex is the wall they got your back up against. I know you probably see my complex too and that's cool. It's a superiority complex and I'm working on it. Fortunately for me my complex isn't effected by you and yours. I create trends. I stick to my guns even when they aren't loaded. I am to be admired. I know you'll listen to me because of your complex. It's your complex that's got you afraid of what I'll say next.