Introduction
Sao Paulo is a place full of restaurants and hungry people. But aesthetic anorexia reigns once a person tries
to eat more than how they normally eat. Then the said person rejects eating new food in order to not feel its
intestines and stomach working for a longer time trying to digest the food that's been eaten.
I always found it hard to be friends with people. Everyone I've met until this point was either hostile towards
my personal choices or too bland for me to get a taste from. Meaning, I've spent more than half of my life trying
my luck to be friends with the weirdos I met online, but even them at some point felt way too powerful to be
friends with someone like me, wich it's understandable.
My boss, Francis, used to tell me how cold I was with people and how it would potentially make us lose clients.
He'd always mention how being friendly brought trust to someone's feelings and how you'd be able to sell more if
you smiled or said good morning. But for me, it never made any sense when I thought about it, considering that I
always made sure to leave a store I was shopping on as soon as the seller said "Good Morning! How Are You?" and
in my point of view, this is the best way to tell someone they're being unconvenient and that you don't want to
further engage with any made-up interactions. I mean, don't ask me how I feel if you're not ready to listen.
In one of these conversations with my boss, I tried to show him my point:
Being friendly with someone you barely know means you're trying to take advantage of their feelings.
I've never taken advantage of anyone, but the few times I was too friendly with my clients, those were the times
that this said person would buy things they didn't need to have at the moment, wasting their money on services or
objects they most probably woulnd't use in their lifetime. But because I invaded this person's mind and did a few
sketchy things to make them believe they were home, they fell for my trap and spent money where I was working at.
I felt horrible and, perhaps this is why I've never gotten the chance to be known. Let's put into perspective
that I had almost all the side hustles you can imagine of, except for anything that meant I had to strike convos.
None of these interactions I've ever done had anything to do with physical contact, but the time I tried to be
an influencer, I got the opportunity to discover how dirty, how vile and how insane it was to have people following
you just because you're you. Even worse if you're wearing a mask like 99% of all influencers online.
I was friends with so many people throughout my life and I can guarantee you that all the niche micro-celebrities
you see buying a seat at the fashion runways or anywhere else are in fact, terrible people. They don't have to
be necessarily evil, but there's a little problem on over-exposing yourself in exchange of followers. And there's
a bigger even difference on trying to get a position in the industry you dream on working at by showing your
social media accounts like those hundreds of thousands of people who follow you are your clients who somehow
benefitted from a previous work you've done. It's just delusional and the masses are giving way too much power
to people who are doing the very same exact thing a million other instagram accounts are doing. Even worse if
their "content" is based on displaying someone else's work as it's their own. Like there's not anyone else doing
the same cheap and useless job they're doing with a broken english.
Internet has brought us enough problems that now makes you think people who are below the average are in fact,
better people than you just because they've perhaps done something so great that it got enough likes to push their
content to the front page of your favourite social media. But the truth? Many other empty, dull and dead people
are thinking the very same thing you are. But the difference is that they're somewhat engaged with this type of
content because it makes them forget how much of a loser they've been since childhood. And by loser I mean someone
who wasn't ever capable of overcoming their own stress and fatigue in order to work on something nice for theirselves.
Is it smart to look at these people like they're your saviours? Think about it.
Next Chapter - Fear And Hunger