Purple Pills
this is not about drugs
Hand up - I have never seen the Matrix films, so I never fully understood the concept of red vs blue pill. To my understanding red pill is the “harsh reality” and blue pill is “blissful ignorance”.
Recently, I was told by a friend that a lot of my pieces on here were being perceived as red pill energy which according to my “research” beyond a simple Google search (finding content across various social media platforms) is that the modern day interpretation of red pill energy today is toxic masculinity, amongst other things, masked in the appearance of profound stoicism.
Well… fuck that noise, I am cracking both pills open and smoking them in a spliff (this is a joke for those that struggle to read in my tone). Let’s call it blissful reality.
After being told that people think my writing is red pill based, I was baffled. The baffling was of my own doing based on the tenor of my writing. I forget a lot of people reading these pieces cannot pronounce my last name, let alone understand my tone, nor do you know who I am in reality versus these words you merely glean over. I am not going to change my tone, nor will I apologize for your confusion of who I am. I’ll just accept that-that is your perception of someone you do not know. As some modern-day philosophers would say… “that’s baseball”.
We spend a lot of time trying to put people into certain boxes/categories. An example is anytime I tell people I am mixed race and then they try to put me into a white, black, or tan box of their choosing to appease their perception me instead of just letting me exist. That’s how I felt when I was told my writing was being perceived as red pill, like being placed in a box I did not ask to be placed in. Again, that’s baseball.
I will not cater the way I write to a red or blue pill mindset, rather speak in a tone of my choosing based on my experiences in the world around me. Respectfully, a good portion of this is satire / a societal experiment for me to understand what people will read vs not read. You all seem to really love the modern dating posts which I find ironic you nosy bastards. It comes off like you don’t want me to write them, but once I do the views skyrocket.
These pieces are meant to be read, digested, and to move on with your life. Maybe have a new food for thought to chew on for a bit, or conversation topic for the next time you see a friend! Some of you truly read far too deep into these as this is an exercise for me to free my racing thoughts, half of these I forget that I wrote.
No one will ever be everyone’s cup of tea, that’s why we have English and Irish breakfast teas. That may have been a terrible example because those people hate each other but maybe that’s why they were first to mind? I am not trying to make you love or hate what I write here, rather just get you to think about it. I never think of myself as the smartest person in a room, rather the one who has the most to learn about everyone else around them, even in a room with friends and family.
Let’s all take a chill pill. I got a few… they’re purple is that alright?