Many people within modern society have a scarcity mindset without even realizing it. If you were born into mediocrity, likely from having working-class parents, then scarcity was taught to you before you could understand language, and initially you never stood a chance.
As a result, you probably went through life in survival mode, often accepting less than you actually deserve for the sake of survival, and ultimately having nothing worthwhile to show for it. However, that is not to say that you cannot unlearn scarcity, and build the life of your dreams.
Obviously, the first thing to do is to change your environment. Move out of the ghetto. You change your zip code by increasing your income, and you increase your income by improving your skill set.
So with that said, it’s either you go back to school to learn something marketable, or you find a way to monetize a natural gift or talent that you have. With the internet, and the advent of AI, your claim to fame has never been easier throughout all of history.
There is no kind, or easier way for me to say this, but the very second thing you must do is to ditch your loser friends. Definition of losers?
Anybody who is a religious zealot to the extent that they are of no earthly good to the people around them.
Anybody who glorifies the ghetto mentality, or ghetto expressions as an excuse to not do better, and then actually mock those who show up and do the fucking work.
Anybody who glorifies poverty when that’s literally not how nature had intended for us to live.
What part of watching a dying child roast with fever knowing you don’t have enough money to buy medicine for her, or risk starting a fire in the middle of a blizzard because you have no other choice but to use the oven to keep warm seems like a good idea to you?
That right there is real poverty!
The one no one talks about!
A part of ditching your loser friends is to change your zip code. But what is the point of changing your zip code just to go right back to hanging out on the block within the first week of you moving?
That’s literally how you get people who say, “you can take them out the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out of them.” Your upgrade is literally a complete and permanent one. These are the days you used to pray for.
“These streets don’t love you, fam!”
Let the cautionary tale of Nipsey Hustle’s death be an example of why you shouldn’t be that guy.
Finally, change your vernacular. Language has been scientifically proven to re-wire the human brain.
You are how you speak!
That’s why they tell you to speak like how you wish to write. So with that said, here are just a few examples of words that I personally use on a regular basis to put me in a different mental frame.
Job:
The word job is often associated with normies, and literally spells Just Over Broke. Having a job is not poverty, but sacrificing your own dreams to fuel someone else’s is definitely a form of mediocrity. Furthermore, have you ever heard the wealthy say, “I’m going to my job?” No! They say that they’re going to work. But I personally prefer to say, “I’m going to carry out my duties.”
Save:
They tell you that you gotta save if you wanna be rich. “Live below your means,” they say. “Consumption is a sin.” No! Actually, over-consumption is unwise. It’s not even a sin, but it is definitely unwise in the sense that peacocking doesn’t actually grant you any financial leverage. Even so, saving is but one form of leverage, and can be compared to a telegram cable versus Whatsapp. Have you ever heard the wealthy telling their kids to save? Neither have I. Instead, they tell them to invest. Better yet, they teach them how.
Hustler:
Now this next one is for the streets! Instead of saying that you’re a hustler on your grind, why not simply say that you are a businessman negotiating a contract. Doesn’t that sound more respectable?
And don’t even get me started on racial slurs turned into terms of endearments by changing the suffix. No other ethnicity on the planet has taken on an insult as something endearing, except one.
It’s time we cut the bullshit and learn how to command better respect for ourselves if we want the world to respect us.
March 31, 1995, the day the music died. Thirty years later, her murderer is eligible for parole, and is not the least bit remorseful. But what a coincidence that her parole eligibility concurs with the thirtieth anniversary.
It is the end of the month, and time once again for our monthly review here on this site.
Our muse for the month of March is Selena, the Tejana singer whose promising life was tragically cut short in 1995 at the hands of Yolanda Saldivar, her deranged fan club leader turned agent whose obsession with Selena bordered on psychosis, and led her to commit the unthinkable.
Tomorrow is the thirtieth anniversary of the death of Selena, and a fitting time to reflect on what happened, why it happened, and why it is a cautionary tale for those who may be a bit too easily trusting.
Origins:
Selena Quintanilla, known simply by her stage name, Selena, was a Mexican-American singer, the youngest of three children born to Abraham and Marcella Quintanilla on April 16, 1971 in Freeport, Texas.
Her father, Abraham, who is himself a musician, discovered Selena’s musical talent when she was six years of age, and would often allow his children to perform at his restaurant. However, the family relocated to Corpus Christi, Texas in 1981 after falling on hard times.
While there, Abraham promoted Selena Y Los Dinos, a newly formed band that started out by performing on street corners and at weddings before releasing their first album, which was the same name as their band in 1984.
Selena soon became a household name in the “Tejano” genre, and went on to producing several other albums, including; Dulce amor in 1988, Selena in 1989, her debut solo album, and Dreaming of You in 1995, released posthumously.
A match made in hell:
Selena first crossed paths with Yolanda Saldivar after Saldivar attended one of her concerts during the early 1990s. It was not long after that Saldivar started a fan club for Selena with the permission of Selena’s father who was still her manager at the time, and appointed herself as the club’s president.
Saldivar soon relocated from San Antonio to Corpus Christi with the intent of getting closer to Selena, and was soon seen everywhere with her, always by her side. Saldivar eventually became Selena’s agent as well as the manager for her clothing boutique, Selena’s Etc.
By then, Saldivar had become too overly involved in all of Selena’s affairs for someone who Selena barely knew. But it was too late, Selena was already in too deep.
What happened?
On the morning of Friday, March 31, 1995, Selena agreed to meet Saldivar alone at a motel in Texas in order to question her about the possibility that Saldivar was embezzling money from her boutique and fan club.
At some point during the altercation, Selena was shot in the shoulder and rushed to a nearby hospital where she was pronounced dead later that afternoon after several failed attempts to revive her. She was just two weeks shy of her 24th birthday.
Saldivar was finally apprehended by police and the FBI after a nine hour standoff that was eerily similar to the OJ Simpson standoff the year prior. She was subsequently tried in a court of law, found guilty by a jury of her peers, and sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole after thirty years.
The mind of a murderer:
Saldivar had intentionally set out from day one to make Selena her muse whether or not she was willing, and she was granted unearned access into Selena’s life much too easily. Saldivar developed an obsession with the power of Selena’s charisma, and the fact that she was able to attract a large audience from all walks of life.
She envied Selena. She wanted that power all to herself. Otherwise she wanted to go down in history as the one who was solely responsible for erasing the grace and charisma that was Selena from the face of the earth, forever.
Saldivar knew that doing so would make her famous, and she is correct because isn’t she now famous? It is important to note that there are some who want to eat off your name by any means necessary, and they don’t care how they do it. The end justifies the means.
These are very dangerous people because they have made up their minds that they have nothing to lose from destroying the life of their muse. And if they cannot become famous, they will gladly settle for being infamous, even if they have to be infamous behind bars. It’s worth it to them.
What made it possible?
I believe that Selena was a bit naive and too overly trusting of the intentions of a stranger. First of all, she didn’t know this woman from a can of paint. What made her think that she could trust Saldivar enough to grant her unearned access into her life?
Secondly, there are some who believe that her father was too controlling and mistrustful, and I can understand if perhaps Selena wanted to venture out on her own, and develop her own sense of identity.
But at the tender age of 23 years, Selena couldn’t possibly be hip to all the ways of human nature. Her early success and support from her father had afforded her a rather sheltered life that the average 23 year old is not privy to in this world.
Thirdly, trusting people is dangerous in general, but this is especially true if you are who some may call a “chosen one.” In other words, if you are gifted and you know exactly who you are, and you choose to answer the calling that was placed on your life since birth to achieve something exceptional on the world stage.
All normies are fake, stupid and unoriginal, hence why they are normies to begin with. So if you are not a normie, you are therefore eccentric without any effort. You stick out like a sore thumb and human predators can spot you coming ten miles away.
People will make you their muse and create agendas around your life for their own benefit. In short, if you are on stage you are already enough of a target as it is, and human nature is fickle and peculiar, so you must expect the agendas to come, and thus respond by enforcing thorough access control.
Even if Selena did not want to rely too much on her father, she could have asked one of her former band members, or someone with whom she is already familiar to help her run her business and her fan club. But instead, she chose to involve someone whose intentions were not clear to her.
Fourthly, Yolanda told Selena to meet her at a motel, and to come alone, and Selena agreed. She should have reminded Yolanda that she doesn’t give the orders around here, and then ordered Yolanda to meet her on her own terms, with eyewitnesses present. Whenever someone says, “meet me at some random, sleazy motel off the freeway, and come alone,” it’s usually trouble.
Personal Takeaway:
Predators like to heat check their targets before going in for the kill, just to see who they can target, and what they can get away with. When they see that you are famous, talented and boundaryless, that is every predator’s wet dream.
They don’t always get the target they want, sometimes they have to settle for who they can get, otherwise they would go without. You can disarm them by learning all that you can about human nature, and by asserting an impenetrable fortress of steel around you at all times. Don’t be their wet dream, become their worst nightmare.
Possibility of Parole:
Saldivar would have become eligible for parole as of today’s date, March 30. However, the Texas parole board rejected Saldivar’s parole petition a few days ago on March 27.
This is a most welcome move on their part as setting Selena’s murderer free so close to the anniversary of her death would have been an insult to her fans and loved ones, and above all else, her memory. Saldivar will again be eligible for parole in five years, and I hope that good sense prevails once again. She is to remain behind bars until her final breath.
Thirty years later, where might she have been:
Selena would have turned 54 years of age two weeks from now on April 16. I can envision a happy life where she would have been married with kids. By now, her kids would be grown with kids of their own, which would have made Selena a grandmother.
And with numerous album releases throughout the years, her career would likely have catapulted into mainstream success, the likes of which would have only been matched by the success of Beyonce. She might have eventually landed a couple of roles on daytime soaps, plus numerous film and television cameos.
Conclusion:
In closing, let me say that I am not fear mongering in any way, I am simply saying to be careful when dealing with strangers, and remember to keep those boundaries up. I give this true crime cautionary tale on trust and boundaries a four out of five double pepperoni thin crust pizzas.
Thank you all for reading, and I will see you on the next one.