The Bullshit Diet: Why I Stopped Eating Soft-Serve Reality

[ExploringReality]

I walk through this world like I’m moving through padded walls—everything’s cushioned, rounded off, softened to the point of being grotesque. People are terrified of anything raw, real, or unfiltered. It’s like the whole culture is wrapped in emotional bubble wrap. Every word has to be prefaced, every truth diluted, every opinion neutered with a dozen disclaimers. And if you don’t do that dance, they look at you like you’re dangerous.

 

But I’m not angry because I hate them. I’m angry because I see what they could be. I see strength buried under whining. I see depth hiding behind pronouns and passive-aggressive victim narratives. It’s not even about politics or gender. It’s about the spiritual neutering of a generation that’s been taught to fear their own spine.

 

It’s disgusting—not because it’s evil—but because it’s pitiful. It’s a society addicted to fragility, grooming its own children to be weak, coddled, neurotic little shells. No rites of passage. No confrontation with mortality. No taste of real consequences. Just dopamine, distraction, and emotional vomit being passed off as self-expression.

 

Meanwhile, I’ve bled for my strength. I’ve broken down, sat in the fire of my own shadows, gone to war with the parts of me I wanted to kill. And now, when I show up with clarity and conviction, I’m labeled “too much.” Too intense. Too blunt. Too real.

 

I don’t care. Because I’m not here to be palatable. I’m not here to nod politely while the world drowns in delusion. I’m here to speak like a thunderclap. To shock people awake. And if that makes me the villain in a society of emotional toddlers, so be it.

I’d rather be hated for my fire than praised for my softness.

Edited May 13 by ExploringReality

[Yimpa]

2 minutes ago, ExploringReality said:

I don’t care.

I LOVE IT!

[ExploringReality]

Truth doesn’t care about your feelings.

Truth isn’t polite.

Truth slices through illusion like a hot blade through butter.

You think I don’t feel the weight of it? You think I don’t battle that darkness in myself?

I do — every damn day.

But I’d rather drown in raw, piercing truth than float in the lukewarm swamp of social conditioning, fake wokeness, and spiritual bypassing.

I’m not here to fit in. I’m here to wake the fuck up.

I’m here to embody fire — to speak from the marrow, the void, the place where the masks melt off and all that’s left is presence, pain, power, and love.

No fairy tales. No cuddly bullshit. No spiritual fluff.

Just radical honesty, soul-deep power, and a relentless hunger to know what’s real.