just found out my neighbors gorgeous and well trained dog is actually a retired K9 - so he's not coming to say hello every time he sees me and sits down in front of me
he's signaling that i smell like weed.
The Onus of finding another person interesting often falls on the observer not the other way round. A mind's that's developed past base desires often finds something.
I wonder if Nigerians are aware of the classic that "Living in Bondage" is, I mean, I suppose we know...but do we know???
The sheer beauty of finding stories that point to pivotal moments in our culture, which still holds relevance to social-economic issues of current times.
I'm beginning to suspect all horror movies are created with the intention to annoy viewers not horrify... Because why are victims from these movies so stupid and without survival instinct or the will to live?
I have often observed that one of the quiet aversions of people who consider themselves intelligent is money, or more precisely, the pursuit of money in an ethical, untainted way.
There is a reluctance to scheme, a desire to pass through the needleโs eye clean. What follows is an urge to over-intellectualize money: to weigh its meaning, interrogate its purpose, and write long essays about it, even, and especially, when one does not have it.
Now contrast this with the average man on the street, unburdened by such depth. With him, there is no hesitation. Money is pursued plainly, aggressively, sometimes shamelessly. Every advantage, fair or otherwise, is employed until money changes hands. Consequences are secondary; acquisition is the point.
You do not see this man agonize over the philosophy of money. He needs it, and he goes for it.
You could argue that this difference stems from intellect itself; that a lack of reflection produces ruthlessness. Thatโs possible. You could also frame it as a matter of values: the intellectual restrained by conscience, the simpleton unencumbered by it. That may also be true. But I think the explanation cuts deeper.
I think many intelligent people lack a certain edge: the capacity to pursue something relentlessly, even when it dirties the hands. I donโt know whether this is the product of education, social conditioning, or self-image, but I have noticed it, clearly, in myself. This compulsive need to interrogate money, to understand it fully before touching it, even while lacking it.
It is a pattern Iโve seen repeatedly among people like me, and its inverse among those Iโve described.
There is also something quietly convenient about this aversion. Over-intellectualizing money allows you to remain morally intact while materially stagnant.
It offers a language sophisticated enough to justify inaction: not laziness, not fear, but principle. You are not avoiding the pursuit of money; you are thinking about it. You are not unwilling to get your hands dirty; you are simply waiting to understand the soil.
In this way, ethics can become a refuge rather than a compass. A place to stand while watching others move. The irony, of course, is that money rarely rewards philosophical readiness. It responds to motion, not moral symmetry. By the time you have resolved every internal contradiction, someone less burdened has already acted.
I have come to suspect that what I once called restraint was, in part, a fear of appetite; of wanting something too badly and being changed by the wanting. There is a quiet terror, among the intellectually inclined, of becoming obvious, of being seen to desire plainly. We prefer distance. We prefer abstraction. We prefer to want money correctly, even if that correctness keeps it out of reach.
Meanwhile, the man on the street wants without apology. He does not need money to align with his identity before pursuing it. He does not require moral permission slips. He moves first and negotiates meaning later. And while that approach is often crude, sometimes destructive, it is undeniably effective.
That said, whatever the cause, now that Iโve named it, I want it gone. In 2026, I want less contemplation and more pursuit. For helping me see this plainly, I owe @enyinna_ my thanks. Without that clarity, this piece would not exist.
I had a moment, something familiar and striking about the name. I read about Onitsuka Tigers from Phil Knight's "Shoe Dog". We go on to have a riveting conversation about his "Tigers". I don't know what impressed me more, his fancy or the puzzle -like- fashion- find- experience.
Something Interesting today (... yesterday really). Spending time with a friend from out of town; a collector who often relishes his ability to own great fashion pieces in progression, his footwear instantly caught my eye, he mentions they are onitsuka tigers...
@OtitoNosike The greater lesson in this is, nature thrives off of balance. The venom and eerie follow up making up for the "Predator's" lack of size. This plays out in all areas of life if you pay attention.
Netflix's zodiac recommendation is such fun. The creative team really thought, this is great profiling... For context; Virgo's filled with heist shows and movies, with a "Always Hustling" Caption. Ah.