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The Day I Saw the Other Side

Today at the bank, I saw something that stuck with me more than I expected. A young woman, probably in her late twenties was at her desk attending to customers, calm and professional, despite the noise and impatience that always lingers in places like that.

Then came this older man keeping his face strong like armor, worn out by the world, maybe, but taking it out on whoever’s closest. He barged ahead, clearly not willing to wait his turn like the rest of us. When the service worker politely tried to explain that he’d have to wait like everyone else, he snapped.

He raised his voice, waving his hands, accusing her of incompetence, laziness, even disrespect. All of us in line just stood there, caught between discomfort and disbelief. She didn’t flinch. She stayed calm, her voice steady. She even tried to reason with him, asking him to lower his tone, that she’d get to him soon. But he wasn’t having it. He muttered a few more insults under his breath and stormed out.

For some reason, that moment stayed with me longer than it should have. Maybe because I saw something in her eyes; a flicker of frustration, quickly masked by a professional smile. A tired kind of pain. The kind you don’t scream about, because you can’t.

It reminded me of something personal. A time when I stood behind a counter myself, helping my mum in her shop back in Asaba. We sell sewing materials and accessories, just regular stuff. And just like that bank worker, I’ve been on the receiving end of people’s bad days. Some customers would walk in and talk down to me like I was invisible. Others acted like they owned the place because they were holding the money. I was younger then, still figuring out how to swallow my pride without choking on it. I didn’t realize how heavy those moments could be until I was the one facing them.

Back then, I used to think, “Why are they so angry? What did I do?” But I’ve learned it’s rarely personal. Some people carry storms inside them, and when they meet someone who can’t fight back, they unleash it. And service workers? We're easy targets.

So next time I’m in a hurry, or frustrated, or having a bad day, I’ll remember what it felt like to be behind that counter. And I’ll treat the person on the other side of it with the dignity they deserve.

Today was a quiet reminder that behind every smile at the counter, every "sir" or "ma" uttered with patience, there might be a story of silent endurance. And that endurance, it's not weakness. It's strength.

Because sometimes, all it takes is standing in their shoes maybe just once, to never forget the weight they carry every day.

-- The Sage Kid

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Thinking of dropping a new story soon. You should be seeing the snippet soon enough

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The Fear of Missing Out: Overcoming and Understanding it

The fear of missing out (FOMO) is the anxiety that one might miss important events, experiences, or opportunities that other’s might be having without them.

These days, it seems like a constant emotion in my life, especially now in my adulthood as I’m growing to be more involved socially unlike the way I was when I was younger.

It was certainly a thing it got exposed to a lot as in the university, always hoping not to miss a class in case something important might happen such as a surprise test or free marks in a class.

The thought of not being out there knowing what’s happening alone kills me, this feeling was also present in my friendships as I never wanted to miss out on an important hang out and hot gist I need to hear.

The feeling is also there when I look on social media, seeing people out traveling, partying, out in shows and having fun, making me feel I’m not really living my life to the fullest.

These feelings have hardly ever been good for me, as I get intense anxiety overthinking and overdoing in my life sometimes, especially after watching the 17 year old Lamine Yamal whom I’m older than playing in the Uefa Champions League while I’m laying on my bed watching Youtube videos.

At times, these feelings could trigger my stress eating or compel me to engage in one money scheme I may not be really interested in committing to. Lastly it fosters social comparison, which can make me feel like I’m not enough nor can I ever be.

A way I could learn to stop feeling like this is by not worrying so much about what others are doing and more on what I’m doing, cause what someone else be doing doesn’t really benefit me in any way.

I recognize that it’s not possible to participate in every experience that goes on, if I could it’ll mean I was God, instead I can focus on my own life and try to build it as best as I can. FOMO is a common experience in today’s digital age.

By understanding its causes and effects, and implementing strategies to overcome it, individuals can reduce anxiety and stress, and cultivate a more fulfilling life. By focusing on what truly matters and prioritizing self-care, we can break free from the grip of FOMO and live more intentionally.

--- The Sage Kid

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5 posts!

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Kind of new to using Tumblr though I had this app for months,

I hope my YouTube watching spree can help.

Would've waited til I got the hang of it before I start to post here but no point in waiting to get everything perfectly down.

Let's go 😁

I love a lot of the posts I see here, they inspire me

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I guess it wasn't me 🤧

Was It Me?

Do you ever wonder about me?

in your happy ever dreams

behind those lost in the seems

Does my laughter hurt you while you sleep?

faking that I never meant a thing

while your smile brightens as I bleed

Did you ever care about me?

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🎭 Stage Fright 🎭

Sasha, beautiful as always on her modelling gigs

Everybody hooked on her lips 💋, hips, and beautiful feats

I'm on the many admiring and immortalizing her inside of pics 📸

It takes a lot to be like that… and it's not inside of me

Efe, like me, used to be a regular bum

Before he turned into a fashion icon ✨

Just as regular as me even less admirable

What’s stopping me from having as much influence? I'm able 🤷🏾‍♂️

Marcus and I used to write songs together 🎶

Writing songs we made just for fun and each other

Now he faces different crowds

And I'm a face that no one fucks with 😞

Being low and unknown gave me the hunger to be a star 🌟

Stars in my eyes — I’m tired of staring at stars

With this drive I can steer myself into immortality 🚗

But I fear to be seen... it seems to have no remedy

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The Twisted Path to Bliss: A Sadist's Guide to Happiness 😈

As a sadist, I've often found myself at odds with the conventional pursuit of happiness. While others seek out sunshine, rainbows, and endless positivity 🌈, I find joy in the darker corners of life. But don't get me wrong – I've discovered that happiness can be found in the most unexpected places.

Embracing the Shadows 🌫️

For me, happiness lies in the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline that comes with pushing boundaries 🚀, and the satisfaction of exploring the human psyche's darker recesses. It's about finding beauty in the imperfections, the flaws, and the quirks that make life worth living.

The Art of Finding Delight in Discomfort 😏

One of the key takeaways from my twisted perspective is that happiness isn't always about feeling good; it's about feeling something deeply. Whether it's the sting of a well-placed barb or the thrill of a high-stakes gamble, I've learned to find happiness in the moments that make me feel most alive 🔥.

The Beauty of Imperfection 🎨

In a world that often prioritizes perfection, I've found solace in the imperfections. The cracks, the flaws, and the quirks are what make life worth living.

Conclusion 🤔

Finding happiness as a sadist might not be for everyone, but it's worked for me. By embracing the shadows, exploring the unknown, and finding delight in discomfort, I've discovered a sense of purpose and fulfillment 🙌. So, if you're feeling lost or uncertain, maybe it's time to explore the darker corners of life – you never know what hidden joys you might uncover.

@The_Sage_Kid

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Title: Hole in the Plan

Michael, Sharon and Pere head to school to do overnight reading in school as they’re preparing for their physics exam next tomorrow. With their G.Ps on the line they really have to make sure they ace all their exams this semester and one of the biggest pains for them is physics.

Maybe hopefully they banding up together can solve that for them as they go on to do their first Awoko night. They haven’t really tried it before but they decide to as it’s what most of their peers are going for.

They buy snacks on the way there, stopping at Mama Ejiro’s store where they run into “Michael number 2” as they call him as they have “Michael number 1” in their clique already. “Minister of enjoyment” Michael number 2 hails Pere as he buys enough snacks to last them a full day, “all those much snacks for one night, be like say you wan feed family for there”. Pere laughs and says “na your family I wan feed, go house go read make you no too spy for exam hall”.

Michael number 2 takes the joke conceding and continues to make small talk with Sharon who doesn’t buy so much from the store, telling her to get more snacks,” make she no go faint as she de read”. He then buys a couple of chocolate bars for her to take with her and he takes his leave.

As they arrive in the hall to read, they dive straight into their books extra focused to finish reading every inch of the physics exam as they know they can’t afford to fail for about 18 minutes when they get bored and take a snack break.

Sharon takes out her bag and brings out the food she prepared for herself previously and chows down, putting her chocolate Michael number 2 bought for her. Pere asked her, if she won’t eat and she said no, he then offered to eat as he loves chocolate. He grabs the two but Sharon stops him handing the other one to Michael, who hasn’t talked so much since they arrived in the hall to read.

Michael thinks it’s cute that she remembered to give him even though he didn’t mention it and thanks her, blushing by the tiniest bit.

Pere continues to snack away as well and Sharon gisting and making jokes along the way while Michael continues to attempt reading. Michael lost in his thoughts doesn’t go far in his reading as he’s getting increasingly jealous that Pere’s making Sharon laugh so much and it’s not him.

Michael tries to inject himself into their conversation as they talk about the series airing right now they love so much, trying hard to keep her attention away from Pere. Both of them get increasingly more uncomfortable as time goes by getting more anxious, sweaty and angsty along the way.

Michael feeling hot a bit asks Sharon to take a walk with him to cool off, Pere decides to tag along with them as they stroll together. Michael seeming more agile than usual and more active in their conversation as he and Sharon talk about their favourite movies, Pere feels a bit left out as he doesn’t watch movies so much, just the ones his friends recommend for him.

Pere then decides to steal Sharon’s attention, “Oww Oww Oww” he mumbles a bit and stops holding his leg taking a seat on a statue they walk by. Sharon rushes to check on him trying to massage his leg to make it stop hurting, he directs her to some spot on his calf telling her he got hurt during the last match he played in for their department. She rubs his leg gently, asking if he’s feeling any better periodically. Even after he does she just sits along with him talking more about the match, Michael seeing this grows increasingly more annoyed and fed up with the fact Pere is around ruining the flow of the night he planned for the he and Sharon.

Michael then brings up the idea of them going back to the hall to study, interrupting another one of Pere’s story again almost looking like some kind of banter. Pere shuts down the idea by attempting to stand but fakes more leg pain, Michael sees through this and tells him to stop it and get up so they can go. Pere insults him, complaining that he’s in pain telling him to be more considerate.

“Thunder fire you and your consideration”, Michael claps back with his fuming head attacking Pere more. Pere insults him as well taking to no shade from Michael, they both get increasingly more and more aggressive before Michael punches him starting a fight between them.

They get into a tussle with Pere beating the hell out of Michael backed up against the statue as Pere just keeps on swinging at him knocking him to the ground. Sharon tries to stop Pere from hitting him but Pere’s not hearing it striking her down as well as she gets caught up in the crossfire. Michael with half of his life beaten out of his body, tries to save himself by kicking Pere in the balls to keep him off for a while before he grabs and quite large stone in his hand and hit Pere in the face with it until he ends up killing him.

Michael realizing what he’s done cries and stares at his hands, Sharon goes over to check if he’s okay then sees his lifeless body on the ground. She falls to the ground and starts crying as well, hitting Michael telling him “Look what you’ve done”, Michael replies telling her it was an accident he didn’t mean to, “he wouldn’t stop attacking me” he said.

Back at the school gate is Michael number 2 waiting for Sharon to return wanting to go home because of the chocolate bar he gave her that was gave her that was laced with drugs, that’ll make her restless and anxious. Confused that his plan didn’t work out goes to the hall to find them but they aren’t there.