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When you seduce your children with Christmas presents, you are preoccupied with (the prospect of) savoring your own generosity. Somehow the youth are entitled to hold our worth ransom, and we bribe them with gifts of praise; even when they don’t deserve it. Why? Youth is a trance. All kids want to do is grow up and do whatever they want, but that doesn’t exclude infamy. All adults want to do is live through their children. Ha! What a racket. To a young person, experience is their currency (because they NEED experience) and for an adult, they have an appetite for youth (because they want hungry little ears). Kids think they know it all (because they know nothing), and adults think they can reverse time by baiting youth with their knowledge.
I told my daughter there is no Santa. Why? She doesn’t hold my worth ransom. I will no longer preoccupy myself with training my daughter (like a dog) to value her addiction to such undeserving rewards. Presents. This reward is earned not through service, effort, and achievement, but by how young she is. Not good. At least the elderly survived to the end of their life; if nothing else that is an achievement. Where’s grandma’s present? The concept of youth makes no sense. It’s a marketing ploy to place your worth ransom behind an innocence that doesn’t know any better to say “no thank you” (to a reward they didn’t deserve). If entitlement is a trance, who is the magician?
You think you know everything, but you know you know nothing. You think you know enough to be objective, when in reality you know little worth praise. Would you talk to your husband like you would talk to your baby? Who’s a big boy? Who’s a big boy? Are you a big boy? Yes you are…yes you are. No. Why? Entitlement is a trance. For example, women are entitled to accept the appeal of their own vagina because it magically attracts suitors with little to no effort. At the end of the day when women are most pretentious, they can always fall back on the assumption “my vagina has a never-ending appeal (which benefits me).”
Entitlement is a trance. Lust is not pleasant if it’s uninvited. Your vagina (in fact) does not have long-lasting appeal, if I am not under its trance. Pussy is like a magician that bar-tends on the side. By ego making us crave this certain goal of “I want to be grown up and do whatever I want,” it may be upsetting to learn that goal is not an achievement; all you deserve is more experience. Entitlement is rewarding false achievement. There is no Santa. You don’t deserve gifts. If you see the value in false achievement, you admit you know nothing.