Some time ago, I was out there, right? Minding my own business when a friend called me up and said, "You know what they're saying about you?"
Me: Me? What?
Friend: They're saying, "Look at Amir. He's unhappy because of his faith."
I was like, what the fuck?
Me: What the fuck?
Friend: Yeah, yeah!
Me: What is my faith, then?
Friend: They're saying you're an atheist.
Man, I'm not an atheist. Atheists don't believe in God. I do. My religion is, for the record, 'Not a devout Muslim'.
But first of all, what business is it for you to talk about my personal beliefs? You wanna try and talk back about Islam, go ahead. Just cause you say anything, doesn't make it true. You wanna talk about atheism, go ahead. I do. I just don't get personal with it, which is my own personal justification.
Years and years ago, I got a similar call. Another friend.
Friend2: You know what they're saying about you?
Me: Huh? Me?
F2: They're saying, "Look at where Amir is now! He's miserable, broke and lonely."
I was pissed off for a full five minutes. Because my ego wanted to tell them how if I'm miserable and lonely, I go to Thailand. That's why I'm broke all the time.
Haven't been to Thailand in a while, cause I need some money. My parents are sick, and I have debts I need to attend to. Thailand can wait. And one of the things I learned, trained myself for, in Thailand, is how to be independent of desire which makes you miserable and lonely.
The gospel of the Whore-Priestesses of Shabda-Oud.
Anyway, apparently, a few years ago, I was used as an example of a failure. Oh, what fools these mortals be.
I believe that if you have a good head screwed on your shoulders, you can do many things. The world is a big place. There are lots of people. Just because you don't like something or someone, does not make everything about that some one or some thing bad.
The ego likes to tell you that your opinion matters. It does, but not in the way that you might think.
Number one, you are not God. Be, and so be it. No. You're just man.
Number two, everyone's got an opinion.
And here's the great secret number three: people might have opinions that differ from yours. Shock! Horror!
Additional point: opinions are neither right nor wrong.
I used to want to fight these idiots. Put me in a ring, and I'll fucking shooting star press your ass.
But no. That's just a waste of time. These fuckers eventually die.
These days, I just jack off to porn. That's more productive.