In 2005 i registered the domain name www.amerisocrattica.com.

The purpose of this site was to ask questions—questions meant to reveal that the concept of America was dying within all of us. The original notion of freedom has been jailed by everyone’s separate but unequal ideologies. Before this platform became popular, I had the same idea, but my own personal insecurities and self-doubt outweighed the will to act on it. Like many of my ideas, if I had only jailed my ego and allowed my true will to take over, things would probably be very different today.

If there is only one thing I could teach my son before I’m gone, it’s belief in self—and understanding that the only person you truly need to make happy is yourself. I already see so much of myself in him. His need to make others happy, even when it puts him at a disadvantage, is staggering. He worries about how people perceive him, and because of that, it changes who he really wants to be.

While I wasn’t much of a follower after my teens, my lack of belief in myself denied me my true potential early in life. Ironically, later in life it became my business—literally my job—to teach the philosophical processes of sales and business management. Constant training in belief in self was the foundation of being the best at whatever you choose to do, no matter the area of life. I instilled the C.A.R.E. process in people to the point that it mentally changed who they were, developing not only stronger customer service skills but life skills in general.

Just yesterday, I walked into Xfinity at the mall. While some asshole was being an asshole to a robot Xfinity employee, I mentioned to the associate I was speaking with how glad I was to be out of retail and not have to deal with that shit anymore. I turned around and saw someone I had instilled those beliefs in years ago. I said, “Well, look who it is.” He now works for Xfinity Business doing training or something like that, and he went on to tell the associate that if it weren’t for me—and for bestowing confidence in him—he wouldn’t be where he is today.

That always feels good, and there are plenty of others who have said the same thing. But the real trick was being able to do all of that while still not believing in myself. If you knew me back then—or even now—you wouldn’t believe that I truly lacked the confidence to be the best. And I was the best. There aren’t many hustlers out there better than me, and if you’ve worked next to me, you already know.

But just imagine if I actually had the confidence I portrayed—if I truly let my id take over and did the things I really wanted to do, or became who I wanted to be, instead of lacking the confidence to do so.

I don’t know what this rant was about, but whatever. If you got this far, eat an unconfident dick—while I love you.