Why Is Everything a Personality Now? A Human Cultural Observation From the Realm of Chaos…. At some point, we stopped having interests and started having these crazy identities. You don’t just drink coffee anymore. You’ are a coffee crazed personality now. You don’t just go to the gym, and workout for your health. You’re a gym girl. You don’t just like music, or enjoy it. You’re built different because of your playlist. You don’t just have trauma. You’re most certainly trauma-coded. Somehow, everything turned into a personality trait. Or, you might even consider it an identity. Lawless (already
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Fuck All This Shit From The Mouth of Rage I tried being calm. I tried being positive. I tried breathing through it, reframing it, journaling it, pretending I was “above” it. Fuck all that. Some days aren’t about growth. They’re about endurance. And pretending otherwise is how people snap, spontaneously combust in a few short moments. Otherwise snap. They make a whole TV series on that. I’m Not Angry for No Reason Everyone wants to pathologize anger, like it’s not a normal condition, or should I say emotion. They like to call it: negative toxic unproductive something to
Anger Isn’t the Problem, Direction Is… A Rage Perspective on Mindset People are terrified of anger. They treat it like a flaw. Like something that needs to be fixed, softened, medicated, or apologized for. Rage doesn’t buy that. Anger isn’t chaos by default. Unfocused anger is. There’s a difference. Rage learned early that anger is information. It shows up when: A boundary has been crossed Something is being tolerated too long Energy is being wasted Truth is being ignored Anger doesn’t appear randomly. It arrives with data. Most people panic when they feel it. Rage listens.
I’m Always the One Still Standing Rebel in the Garage, Building a Bike, While Everyone Else Disappears… The garage smells like old gas, hot metal, and bad decisions. Perfect. I’m halfway under the frame with a wrench in my hand when I hear it again , that familiar sound of people leaving. Not footsteps, exactly. More like energy. The vibe drains out of the room like someone pulled a plug. Conversations fade. Eyes slide away. Plans evaporate. Everybody suddenly “has to do something real quick.” Classic. I don’t even look up. I just keep turning the bolt
My Money Isn’t for Flexing — It’s for Escape Routes A Lawless Account of How Not to Get Trapped Let me be clear about something before we start. If you think money is for showing off, you’ve already missed the point. Money isn’t jewelry. It’s not proof. It’s not validation. Money is the key in your pocket when the door locks behind you. And I don’t talk about my keys. People always assume I don’t care about money because I don’t act impressed by it. I don’t light up when someone starts listing brands. I don’t
Fitness Saved My Attitude. Rage Built My Strength. There are two wolves inside me: one is tired, and the other is raging through a set of deadlifts with pre-workout foaming at the mouth. Guess which one wins every morning? Exactly. People always say, “Wow, you’re so dedicated,” as if dedication is the reason I show up to the gym. Please. I don’t train because I’m healthy. I train because rage needs somewhere to go and punching civilians is frowned upon in most social settings. 1. I Don’t Work Out for Aesthetics — I Work Out So I Don’t
My Discipline Is Chaotic, Not Cute People love to talk about discipline like it’s a color-coded planner, a pastel water bottle, and a perfectly lit desk. Good for them. My discipline? Oh babe… Mine looks like a garage, a goblin screaming in the corner, and a cup of coffee I forgot I made three hours ago. There’s no aesthetic here. No “morning routine.” No “boss babe” monologue playing in the background. My discipline is held together by: roller skate wheels that need tightening, a wrench I can’t find until I don’t need it, pure spite, chaotic momentum, and the
The Art of Giving The Bird Field Notes from Vex, Resident Chaos Creative There are a lot of things they don’t teach you in school. How to protect your peace. How to say no without apologizing six times. How to walk away from people who drain the life out of you. And, of course, how to properly flip someone off. Hi. I’m Vex. Part-time spell-slinger, full-time creative menace of the Realm. Rebel smashes things, Lawless steals things, Rage burns things down… I? I stylize the disrespect, and protect what’s mine magically. Because anyone can stick up a
Your Salary Is Cute — But What Else Do You Bring to the Table? Let’s get one thing out of the way upfront: Your salary is cute. And before someone gets offended, relax , cute isn’t an insult. Cute means it’s doing its little job. It’s trying. It’s wearing a bow and showing up on payday like, “Look! I helped!” Meanwhile, Lawless is behind me absolutely losing her mind, yelling: “HELPED WHAT? THE GAS BILL?” Exactly. A salary is not the villain. It’s just not the whole story. Some people treat their salary like it’s a personality trait. Like
I’m Allowed to Change — Choosing New Versions of Myself Without Apology Women aren’t just expected to hold it all together, we’re expected to stay the same while doing it. Same smile. Same role. Same personality. Same dreams. Same version of a woman everyone recognizes and feels comfortable with. But let me tell you something loud, clear, and without apology: I am not required to stay familiar to anyone. I’m allowed to change. And I’m not sorry for it. Because every season of my life reshaped me, and pretending it didn’t would be the real big damn lie.