So there is this show I have been binge-watching on Netflix called bull shit – the game show.
So basically, people are asked questions. Their answers do not have to be true. But they have to know how to own their BSs and make people (the challengers) believe them. The more BSs you have, the more money you get. I mean, it is bullshitting your way in life.
Yoh! This show got me thinking about the BSs that I believe to be true about myself, and the BSs people believe about me. And then the BSs that I do believe about people.
Honestly, the ones I believe about myself sting a lot.
For example, this bullshit about getting happiness from the outside, nobody is responsible for your happiness. People can contribute to it, but you have to decide to be happy for them to make you happy.
I mean, for people to make me feel anything is for me to allow it. Be it sadness, anger, love, or any emotion.
The thing I’m responsible for is how I react to people’s actions toward me. We all are responsible for how we react to BSs people throw at us. We give these BSs the power to make us feel something.
I believe that I am a caring, loving person. I love love. I love being in love. I love books. Coffee. Plants. And all those other things. Am I any of those things though? Do I really love any of those things I say I love?
My goodness, the bss I have believed about people is just insane! I mean, sometimes you see through them but then again, I’m like they might be telling the truth. So I stupidly fall for it! You have no idea how I feel when I realise all of it was nothing but BS!
The thing is people will show you that they are strong, unbothered but deep down these people are insecure, hurting or maybe even broken. But they bs themselves and other people into believing otherwise. (Also, this could be bs. It is up to you to call me out).
You see, people present to you what they want you to see. People will show you they care or don’t, that they are your friends or good people, but they are bssing the shit out of you. None of that shit is true!
I guess that’s life. We are all performers. We perform differently kulingana na mazingira and what we want from people we are ‘bssing’.
Tell you what? There are so many times I have bssed through things that I surprise myself. Mfano, Jane, can you do A and B? I will say yes. But I have zero ideas where to even begin.
There are times that I present a straight face, but I’m screaming inside. Or laugh a lot, but I’m shielding tears from falling or my sadness.
Also, speaking of shields, we all got them. (Read paragraph nine for reference or don’t. I might be bullshiting you. But check for the sake of it). Also, this is a topic for another day.
So you see, bss work. But also, they do not!
And the thing about BSs is that they will catch up with you. Someone somewhere will call you out on your bullshit and you will probably lose them because they know you are full of BS!
But hey, until then, happy bullshitting. You have been doing a good job so far.
Also, how you react to this BS you have just read is entirely up to you!
Jane 🙂
