And that goes for all jobs. White-collar. Blue-collar. Entry level. Professional. And everything in-between.
It’s just that some normies were able to get into white-collar management positions because they were willing to lie, or sleep their way to the top, screwing others over on their way up.
Either that, or the lot of their birth had afforded them the privilege to attend college. For those reasons, they are a little higher up on the societal food chain than others.
But they are still normies for the very simple fact that they are comfortable with playing the hierarchy game while seeking to humiliate those who just want to quietly do their jobs and go home.
A lot of the people with jobs don’t even need the money. They either have a trust fund, or a wealthy spouse. A job to them is nothing more than a chessboard for power. More on that later.
If you are inherently creative, then by default, you are not obsessed with hierarchy, because you spend much of your time in your right brain, and creative energy tends to lean more feminine.
For that reason, you cannot work a normie job. Not for long anyway. Because the opposite of a normie is to be neurodivergent.
If you are creative, then you have neurodivergence by default, and the moment the normies spot that you are different, they will gang up on you and seek to ostracize you, and it won’t be obvious at first because they will appear friendly.
But understand that that is the most important part of the facade. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. By the time you are able to figure out that you don’t belong, it will already be too late, and you won’t be able to fight them so easily.
And in fact, you don’t belong because you are not supposed to. You see, jobs are for normies.
The typical. The average. The talentless.
That’s why they fight to gatekeep their spaces from neurodivergents so ferociously. They figure it’s only fair because they need those spaces to survive, and you don’t.
You can literally get up one day and decide to write a book, or build a website. They can’t! They need those jobs. And for every job that is occupied by a neurodivergent, that’s just one more job they figured could have gone to one of their normie friends or relatives.
Not only that, but most blue-collar jobs are service level positions. We’re talking about; uber, Lyft, UPS drivers, Amazon Prime, warehouse associates, telecom tower technicians, etc.
When neurodivergents create something meaningful and relatable, we need people to help us move it across town right to the doorstep of our paying customers. And that’s where normies come in.
Why would you want to work among normies when they are literally meant to serve us?
Sometimes, a shift in perspective is really all you need to help move things along smoothly. So with that, I close by reiterating my main point.
One of the most sadistic things you can experience is getting into an argument with a narcissist and everybody takes their side. This tends to happen more often than not, and it is particularly frustrating because it makes you feel like you cannot win when dealing with those kinds of people.
Furthermore, it makes the narcissist seem superior to you, and far more popular than you. And with that popularity, they receive the favor of the majority. But why do you think that is? In this article, I will be covering the flying monkey and why they support the narcissist so blindly.
First of all, what is a flying monkey? The term “flying monkey” is a reference to the wicked witch of the west from “The Wizard of Oz” who sent out magical monkeys with wings to do her bidding.
The term is now used within communities that support survivors of narcissistic abuse to describe the henchmen of the narcissist who are all too willing to do the narcissist’s bidding.
Primarily as it relates to stalking, hoovering, enabling, gaslighting and harassment of the former target who has escaped the narcissist’s control. But what kind of person would go out of their way to harass an innocent person who doesn’t want to be bothered? Don’t they have kids, bills and a job to go to?
The answer is that they are weak.
These are weak-willed, mediocre people who are not that smart, not fully right upstairs, satisfied with their lot in life, and are thus easier to control. Those reasons alone are exactly why they are normies.
The first red flag that you are dealing with a normie is that they are loud, fake and satisfied with mediocrity. They also want everybody to be the same. Let’s break it down on an existential level.
First of all, there are many people who were not born because they were loved, planned for, or cared for. They were born out of the simple fact that two jackasses decided to fuck without a condom.
Their parents were stupid, dishonest, and racist. And now they are just as stupid, dishonest, and racist as their parents. Soon they will have children of their own who will more or less turn out the same way, and the vicious cycle continues.
How could you expect those kinds of people to love anyone if their parents never loved them? And how could their parents love them if they never even loved each other, let alone themselves?
Yet from a very early age, the normie knew that it was always hungry, horny and needed money. It also knew that it wasn’t smart enough to sustain life on its own. So what does it do?
It joins other normies at work, or in friend groups, and they all fall in line with a certain pecking order that only they can understand. They appoint a “leader” whose leadership qualities are only apparent from their perspectives, be it a boss, or a popular friend in the group. And that “leader” serves its role while they serve their leader.
They idealize that leader and serve him or her blindly. If that leader wants them to murder an innocent, they will kill that person without question. This is where the danger lies because this is how cults are usually formed.
With that said, not all normies are evil. Most normies are just unawakened, and trying to go about their regular lives. But there is a lot of evil mixed in among the normies and the lines easily become blurred because it’s hard to tell who’s who.
This is where evil comes into play. True evil is silent. It watches. It waits. It befriends. Then it strikes when you least expect it, and in ways you would never consider. It strikes by appearing as normal as any normie, and then taking advantage of the confusion.
Then before you know it, the poor, unsuspecting normies are now part of a friendship gang, or a corporate cult, and the expectation of loyalty makes it hard for them to back out. So they become enablers and go along with evil agendas just for the sake of getting along with everybody.
This is particularly dangerous because these normies are the same kind of people who drank the Kool-aid in the jungles of Jonestown, Guyana in 1978, and history is doomed to repeat itself. Consider yourselves warned!
All normie cults have two scapegoats. One is internal, the other is external. The internal scapegoat is that one friend in the group who everybody low key roasts. And the external one?
He is just the quiet guy who goes to work, minds his business, does his job and goes home without incident, and generally wants nothing to do with them. And everybody HATES him. Why do they hate him?
Because they feel like he is disrespecting their pecking order by not falling in line and worshipping them. Because he has “The Light” and doesn’t want to be exploited for it.
Because they cannot wrap their heads around the notion that he truly doesn’t need anybody, and they want to fix the situation to their preference versus respecting the fact that everybody has a different perspective.
Another reminder of the dangers of group think is that the normie standard is low. They set the bar really low, which makes them low-hanging fruit because of how stupid and easily controllable they all are.
The admission cost to join their group is that you are required to dim your light so that everybody can be the same. And also to eliminate the risk of triggering people’s envy and insecurities. This is exactly why they are fake.
They are so fake, and so stupid, that they fail to realize that it is actually their perspectives that’s grossly skewed.
They’re not for you. You’re not for them. So when you go your own way, and show that you don’t need them, they want to attack you for it.
And because they are all so weak-willed, not only will they stand by as others abuse you, they will literally join in. The “good” one is only quiet, and a spineless follower.
They are also probably thinking, “if I let them roast me, what makes you so special?” Once again, they set the bar really low for themselves, and because they swear their perspectives are correct, they set it low for you, too.
Then the normies celebrate their mediocrity and try to cover up their inherent shame by seeking attention on social media, and going out to nightclubs.
Be ye not deceived. It is all a facade to make themselves seem way cooler than they actually are, and to make you want them because they thrive on your attention.
If you fall for it, then this is how they will trap you. Mind you, these are only normie cults, and not all normies. Smart, creative people DO NOT join cults that target innocent people for no reason.
So what can a light bearer do in this world filled with normies? First of all, what is a light bearer? Join me again next week as I will be discussing it in that article.
Incels are heroes. Yet they ironically don’t seem to get enough respect. Instead, all they tend to receive is shame and mockery at the hands of the very people they protect. In this article, I will explain why that is, and what can be done about it.
First of all, what is an incel? Short for involuntary celibacy, an incel is a man who is unable to get laid, or otherwise date by traditional or conventional means. Society, including women tend to shame and bully incels due to their social ineptitude, as well as their inability to live a normal life.
The stereotype of an incel is a middle-aged, balding, Pakistani janitor, or some pasty White boy who wears a tinfoil hat and lives in his mother’s basement. But those are just stupid, annoying and offensive tropes. Any age or race of man can be an incel.
Now I did start off by saying that incels are heroes. Let me tell you why that is. Sexual gratification is the most important thing to a man. More important than food. Sexual pressure can be compared to sleep pressure, in that the longer you go without it, the more intense it becomes. And when a man is being sexually repressed, his mind will go to some very dark places.
Any man who is burning with rage and sexual frustration can easily choose to rape women. So if a man is an incel, he is choosing to respect a woman’s consent more than he respects his own selfish desires.
That is most commendable, considering that there are men who get laid regularly who still choose to rape women for the sake of power. I am not saying that incels deserve a Purple Heart for doing what they are supposed to be doing anyway. But you also don’t have to mock them for it. Then the same stupid normies who delight in provoking incels end up playing the victim when the incel finally snaps.
Another way that incels cope with loneliness and frustration is to seek the services of a prostitute. Which is a problem because as I had discussed in the last two to three articles, normies do not like sex work. Why do you think that is?
Sex work supports male sexual autonomy and restores male sexual dignity. Not only for incels, but also for the willfully single or the intentional bachelor. Especially men who do not wish to go through the headache of modern dating. Foodie calls are a thing.
Furthermore, no normie would ever give it away for free, nor would she ever sell it so cheap and easy, because they love to leverage it in exchange for POWER and favors.
Normies vastly outnumber the eccentrics and so they define the status quo. The normie status quo often involves hierarchies, pecking orders, and subtle forms of tyranny disguised either as friendship or co-worker camaraderie. They pick their leader by natural selection, often implying, “it’s a normie thing, you wouldn’t understand,” and all the normies just naturally fall in line without question.
They also need a permanent underclass to project their shame and mediocrity upon, often implying, “well at least we’re not like those guys,” or “don’t be that guy.” Anyone who even remotely threatens the status quo will be seen as an enemy whom the normies will seek to destroy any which way they can. How can the normies mock incels if escorts are restoring their dignity?
Was it not the normie wives of 1917 who pressured their normie husbands who were lawyers and congressmen at the time to criminalize prostitution? And did they not leverage their cookie (or the threat of lack) in order to get their husbands to comply?
Normies are the gatekeepers of society. Their job is to please their appointed master by keeping eccentrics whom they have labeled heretics in our so-called places. There are no natural incels. An incel is the end result of societal gatekeeping. He is unique for his time and place, and he is also geo-locked due to poor finances.
So when an incel hires a prostitute, both will be shunned and punished, whether financially, legally, or socially. They HATE the prostitute because they can no longer shame the incel.
Finally, for those women who actually have a mind of their own, and who are not total psychopaths, it’s ok to be nice. Whenever next you see an incel, give him a smile and remember that he put your consent ahead of his needs. You don’t have to thank him, you just have to honor his basic human dignity.
Welcome back to The Buckinchere Transcendence. Today is Sunday, February 2, 2025, my first article for 2025. I hope you all have had a restful and recuperative solstice, as did I. With that in mind, now is the time to get back on your purpose.
2025 is the year to honor your passions, whatever they may be. My personal goal for this year is to continue discussing existential ideas, especially as it pertains to social interactions within society, but with an added feature.
I will also be incorporating a monthly review of novels, short stories and other forms of creativity. The review will be posted on the last Sunday of each month, and I hope you all will thoroughly enjoy it. Now, on to the topic at hand.
Nostalgia is tempting. You leave your childhood hometown behind, along with all of its familiarities, and venture out into the world at large in pursuit of finding your purpose. At first, it’s really rough to get a leg in the door, but after a while, you kind of get the hang of it.
Your secret haters are exposed, you make friends along the way, and in the process of all these happenings, you finally figure out who you really are on an individual level, and you also discover your niche.
You have an awesome job in tech, a cool new ride, a swanky new pad, a hot new girlfriend, and more cash lying around than you thought was ever possible to see during a single lifetime, or so it feels to you based on where you are coming from. Things are going really great for you right now. As we say in Jamaica, “life finally ‘gree wid yuh.”
After many years of hard work and discipline, you finally get a holiday weekend and decide to drive back to your hometown, just to visit your folks and see how everybody is doing.
It’s been so long since you have last seen the folks back home, “I bet they’d be really glad to finally see me again after all this time,” you think to yourself while packing your suitcase. “And I bet they’d be proud to learn of my accomplishments.” Ah yes, nostalgia is tempting, isn’t it?
You load up the car, pack some snacks for the long trip ahead, and drive six hours and three states away from your current city. When you get there, everybody is all smiles at first. Old grudges seem to be forgotten, and everybody seems really happy to see you again.
Of course they are! It’s only the first night. But don’t worry, the honeymoon will be over by morning, and even if old grudges really are forgotten, a new one is brewing under the surface, one that is deeper than you could ever imagine.
You suddenly find yourself constantly at odds with them. You are constantly walking on eggshells, unable to appease them, and they are constantly taunting you with it. You know it’s not really about the way you hold your fork to eat. But what did you do? You’ve only been back for one night after years of absence.
“Was it something I said? Is it because I missed Thanksgiving last year?” You wonder to yourself. Perplexed, you decide to visit some of your old high school buddies, hoping they’d be different, but everybody and their brother is throwing shade your way. You finally decide to visit your ex, and she’s the worst of them all. Nostalgia may be tempting, but isn’t so sweet after all, is it?
You’re puzzled as to why everyone is acting so strange, but it’s only after you return to your new life that you are actually able to view what happened through an objective lens. You have a moment of epiphany when it finally dawns on you that maybe, just maybe, it really is the suit and the car after all.
You can’t believe it! How could they all be so shallow? I mean, after all, it’s just a material possession that you cannot take with you to your grave. Perhaps you didn’t know them as well as you thought you did.
Because if you did, then you would know that the folks back home are nothing more than some lowbrow normies who are just out to defend the status quo of their little community, and they wouldn’t mind sacrificing you in the process if it means that they can cover their tracks.
I know you may be tempted to overthink it, but don’t. There’s nothing that you could have done differently. They are what they are, and you just didn’t know any better, that’s not your fault.
What is your fault is if you know the truth and keep going back and revisiting old situations from your former life that no longer serve you. Be it old towns, old friends, old jobs, or old relationships.
The reason why they were all acting so strange is because they envy you for rising above their measure of your worth, and also for surpassing them. They should have been focusing on their own self-improvement instead of slandering your name all over town, but they didn’t. Your success exposes them by comparison, and that was when they all collectively made up their minds.
You see, they knew that it wouldn’t be too long before you started growing nostalgic, that you started longing for the comforting lies of the past, and that is exactly what they were all banking on.
Unfortunately, you unknowingly fell right for their little trap, and they were able to regain access to you much too easily. They made you come to them of your own free will. How much easier does it get?
With that access, they were able to shame and guilt you for your new life, and your new self. The goal was to make you grow to hate your life, to make you dumb yourself down to a state that is more palatable for their taste, whether or not they were conscious of it, and nine times out of ten, they knew exactly what they were doing.
The advent of social media doesn’t really help matters much, because it creates a world where privacy concerns are consistently diminished.
“But that doesn’t make any sense,” you may be wondering. Oh, but it makes perfect sense. “Well, don’t most families usually chastise the underachiever?” No, that only happens on television, with very few exceptions in real life.
Most families and communities consist of normies who themselves are underachievers. Wouldn’t it make perfect sense for eccentrics to chastise underachievers while normies chastise overachievers?
Your biggest problem is that you didn’t know who you really are. If you knew, you wouldn’t have accepted certain jobs in the past, nor would you remain in certain relationships and friend groups, taking abuse from others.
If you knew who you are, you would easily be able to see how the folks back home really are by contrast, and by default, weaponized nostalgia would have no effect on you.
I get it! For much of your life so far, you genuinely thought you were one of them. They even had you acting and thinking like them. But even then, they knew you were different, they just didn’t want you to know. So they proceeded to gaslight you, then sat back watching as you tried to impress them, knowing that you don’t know the truth about yourself.
They were hoping it would be that way forever. But you unwittingly exposed them for what they are when you continued to evolve regardless, and their fragile egos simply couldn’t handle that.
You gave them the benefit of the doubt, due to your benevolent nature, but they are not the same as you are, they operate from a place of group think. They understand that one of you simply does not fit, and they respect the law of compatibility, to which they actually have a point in that regard.
Those of us who are talented should do the same, find others who are eccentric and like-minded, and stick together. Form an impermeable shield, build a kingdom, and kick anybody out who doesn’t belong there. You were born to stand out.
The more you ascend into your new life, the more you will strip away the hard, protective outer shell, which is your ego, and become more of who you really are. This will happen naturally, and without thought.
The first step ahead is to divest from dereliction. Every time after that when you are reminded of who you used to be, and who you allowed to be around you, sweet nostalgia will turn into an intense urge to purge your guts. Or you might just smile and shake your head, depending on your personality. But no matter what you do, never return to old towns, jobs and relationships.
