You Be Lying, That's Why They Not Buying
I love Doechii, she reminds me of myself and it feels familiar.
Not the recognizable self that likes the same foods or clothes or music, but the self that I’ve buried because other people just didn’t get it, didn’t like it or just out right couldn’t contain it.
Not the self that you see behind filters or reimagined behind AI images, but the me that has worn the same shirt for 2 days, the me that needs a haircut and color but instead I throw on a hat or a wig or both.
The me that ate crackers for dinner because I was too lazy to go to the store or put gas in my tank, or didn’t have the money.
The me that robs peter to pay paul, john, sam, tom, dick and harry…
The real fucking me!
The list goes on and on and on… but the net will never see that shit… at least thats what I previously vowed… because the real me sells.
Doechii connects to the real me in the house off the wake up and right before bed. Probably even the me that crawls out of a bottle of 1800 (shrugs) with a side swig of 4Loko… with slob marks on my face. The real me can ugly but I have accepted that, now its your time. But most importantly, she connects to the me that has dreams of being a living artist, that wants to write articles, and books, and illustrate, and paint and design, the me that loves fashion, illustration, anime, cartoons, the 90’s, my God, the 90’s. She connects to those areas that are innate to who I really am and would much rather be, me at my corest or cores. But is it her? Or is it just the times we are in. Where honesty is fasho, the best policy.
Through the years I have learned, the second I stopped trying to be this polished, LinkedIn-core, people-pleasing version of myself and just let my real personality take the mic? Everything changed. Like, one day, I was out here overthinking every post, rewording captions like I was crafting a Supreme Court ruling, and the next? I was just… talking. Being loud, messy, insightful, unfiltered—but still that girl. And guess what? People felt that.
It’s like the minute I quit playing the social media Hunger Games—where everybody’s fighting for fake relatability points—and just started showing up as me, flaws and all? Folks actually engaged. They weren’t just scrolling past; they were commenting, DM’ing, sending voice notes like, “Girl, you just read my soul.” And I was like, same, bestie!
Turns out, the magic sauce isn’t in sounding like an AI-generated press release. It’s in showing up like you just FaceTimed your best friend—real, honest, and maybe slightly chaotic but in an endearing way. Because people don’t want perfect. They want real. And the moment I leaned into that? Whew. The support came rolling in like a Beyoncé drop at midnight.
And let’s be clear—2025 feels different. Not in a wow, humanity is evolving kind of way, but in a we are fully careening off a cliff while debating if gravity is even real kind of way. Yes, Donald Trump slithering his way back into the conversation is a big part of it, but let’s not pretend this mess is just his solo act. The lies we’ve been cosigning for years—the delusion of it all—are finally catching up with us. The world isn’t just chaotic. It’s in freefall. And people are desperate for something real. We’ve been lied to for so long we don’t even recognize truth when it slaps us in the face.
Politicians lie. Corporations lie. Influencers lie (and then hit us with the tearful Notes App apology from their Teslas). Even we lie—curating our lives to look effortless, like we’re just thriving off iced matcha and positive vibes when, in reality, we’re one minor inconvenience away from spiraling. We’ve gotten so comfortable with dishonesty that when someone actually tells the truth, people flinch.
Think about it. How many times have we let the lie slide because it was easier? Because it felt safer? We’ve swallowed so much nonsense about the world, each other, ourselves, that reality has become an afterthought—just another trending topic.
And let’s not sugarcoat it. People are dying. Literally—wars, climate disasters, a government that treats basic human rights like a limited-time offer. But also? People are dying inside. We are walking around exhausted, numb, drained from a society that treats our fears, our tragedies, our lives as just another content cycle to be monetized.
We are starving for honesty. Not this Instagram-optimized vulnerability where people cry on camera and slap a sponsorship link at the end. I mean real, raw, uncomfortable truth. The kind that challenges. That holds power accountable.
And the biggest scam they’ve ever sold us? That everything is fine. That the system is working. That if we just keep our heads down, hustle harder, and manifest good vibes, it’ll all work out. That’s the delusion. That’s the gaslight. We are standing in a burning building, and the people in charge are telling us to think positive.
My God. Enough.
2025 is the year the facade cracks. The year we stop performing like everything is okay when it’s not. The year we stop accepting corporate PR statements and politician-approved lip service as progress. The year we quit settling for the lie and start demanding the truth.
Because if we don’t? If we keep nodding along, playing our roles, reposting empty words and calling it activism? The delusion wins. And we simply cannot afford that anymore.
So the next time you post, create, or share? Keep it real. Like, really FUCKING real.
#WWDD
