Alright geese… my last post got deleted faster than a corporate employee who asked, “Wait… what exactly do you DO all day?” So here’s the reboot — unfiltered. This is the only place online where everyone instinctively swipes right on each other. Not romantically — more like, “Ah yes, another high-functioning disaster trying to escape the wage cage. Respect.” And yeah: geese that fly together… fly further. Which is impressive considering half of us can’t even fly in a straight line mentally. For context: I’m deathly allergic to paychecks-for-servitude. Sweats. Hives. Seeing visions. I hear the word “mandatory meeting” and my soul tries to escape my body. It’s genuinely easier to make 100K a month serving people than 100K a year obeying people who write emails like Shakespearean threats. I believe wealth is YOUR God-given right — as loas it comes from helping people win, not from being someone’s domesticated productivity penguin. My brain is spectrum + HD-ADHD + 47 open tabs and one of them is screaming. So I built stupid-simple systems to survive… and they ended up outperforming the straight-A cyborgs with their laminated planners and emotional constipation. And no, I’m not a pleaser. But if you pay attention, I give attention. I match energy — I don’t chase it. Think goose, not golden retriever. If there’s broccoli in your teeth, I’m telling you. Not out of cruelty — out of love and a deep commitment to ending unintentional humiliation. 🚨What’s the one flaming dumpster in your business, brain, or life that you’ve been pretending is “totally fine”? The thing you’d never admit at a family dinner, a corporate review, or to your therapist because even they’d go, “Damn.” Drop it. Let’s drag it into the sunlight and fix it like feral geese with tools. I’ll respond to as many as I can — raw, direct, funny, and completely unqualified in all the right ways.