Sting was not only the franchise wrestler for WCW, but he was well-loved by EVERYONE. Fellow wrestlers, admin, fans, even the WWF/E had kind words for him (despite Bret Hart having an identical finishing submission hold). But when the nWo got involved and fans and friends alike turned on him, he switched to a more Gothic, black and white look. He spoke less, carried a weapon, and even developed a less technical, more brutal finishing move. The fans were confused, but grew to love him even more. He even tried to turn heel (become a bad guy), but he couldn't shake the love.
He went on to wrestle for a few up-and-coming factions, and even fought at WWE's Wrestlemania. He's retired now, from what I've read. But still, his legacy remains unfuckwithable.
As my 36th birthday comes around, I feel like Sting. Hip-Hop knows who I am, the legends know who I am, battle rappers fear me, producers bite me, ladies gossip... and at first I thought it was to the detriment. It can be, ya know? If I let any of the above go to my head, I'll get lazy. People already think making music is easy. And I'm not lazy. Just meticulous with my energy. But, like Sting, many good friends have turned on me. I'd say who, but I don't give the spotlight to those I hate anymore. I've also had early listeners turn on me when I decided to free my mind at night (aka not write in the studio).
My initial response to all of this is, fuck you all. But I've had time to think, and my heart came back... . I don't like the scrutiny, and it's unnecessary, but it means that you hold me to an INCREDIBLY high standard. I uphold this standard, is my argument. So why the bullshit? Is it because you KNOW I smoke weed/drink liquor? Do you want to share an esoteric joke with me when I'm high/drunk that you couldn't share with me sober? Do I burn your subconscious by not acknowledging your efforts to budge me from my self-erected high pedestal?
Whatever the case may be, I watch it all from the rafters. And I subtly plan my attack on my naysayers, one by one. In this case, everyone, at once, on November 10th, 2023.
You just don't know when and what time.
Just expected "your head to get that dead feeling".
#comma
