Don’t shit in my mouth and call it chocolate cake.

That’s not just a relationship motto — that’s a life policy. A full-scale worldview. A spiritual boundary. A polite-but-not-that-polite way of saying:

“I see you.

I hear you.

But I’m not stupid.”

Because at this point?

At this age?

After surviving pandemics, elections, 47 types of marketing manipulation, the fine print on every subscription service, and the emotional warfare known as group chats?

My tolerance for bullshit is microscopic.

And this isn’t bitterness.

This is awareness — like my soul finally got high-speed internet.

Because life has been serving all of us a buffet of nonsense for years, and we’ve just… politely nodded and asked for a to-go container. From politicians who lie with confidence, to the news cycle that whiplashes you into emotional vertigo, to advertising that swears kale chips will fix your marriage — we’ve been swallowing things we should’ve spit out decades ago.

The awakening is realizing:

“Oh wait… that isn’t cake.

That’s chaos wearing sprinkles.”

It’s not about one person.

It’s about the whole ecosystem of “trust us” that never deserved our trust to begin with.

It’s the way politics will gaslight you and call it “policy.”

It’s the way religion can inspire your soul or weaponize your fear depending on who’s holding the microphone.

It’s the way the news tells you the world is ending every 24 minutes — right after this commercial break.

It’s the way advertising studies your trauma like a science project and then sells you a candle to fix it.

It’s the way social media screams “authenticity!” while filtered within an inch of its algorithmic life.

It’s the way people treat opinions like facts and facts like inconveniences.

It’s the way we’re expected to smile through all of it like customer service representatives for society.

Meanwhile your intuition is in the background waving a giant red flag like a deranged parking attendant.

Awakening isn’t personal — it’s global.

It’s a full-system reboot.

It’s the moment your brain starts fact-checking everything, including yourself.

Awakening is:

When you start reading the ingredients list on the things you’ve been consuming metaphorically and literally.

When you realize “influencer” doesn’t mean “knows anything.”

When you understand that half the world is run on marketing, ego, tradition, or someone’s unproven theory that became gospel because they said it loudly enough.

When you stop accepting narratives spoon-fed to you.

When you start asking, “But who benefits from me believing this?”

When you catch the world handing you something funky and you go,

“Nope. I’ve tasted truth before. This is not that.”

And the best part?

It becomes kind of funny.

Like watching the world from the eleventh floor and thinking,

Oh bless… they really think we’re buying this?

That’s the humor of awakening — once you see through the performance, everything becomes a cosmic inside joke.

You start laughing at the headlines.

You start side-eyeing the commercials.

You start recognizing patterns in people, institutions, systems.

You start questioning the stories we’ve all inherited without ever reading the fine print.

This isn’t rebellion.

It’s discernment.

It’s wisdom with a wink.

And once you reach this level of clarity?

You don’t feel angry.

You feel… free.

Light.

A little dangerous, in the best way.

Because the world can still try to hand you nonsense dressed up as gourmet truth — but now you hold it up to the light and say:

“Mm-hmm. Cute.

But I’m not swallowing that.”

Awakening isn’t about rejecting life.

It’s about engaging with it differently.

More awake.

More aware.

More amusement, less illusion.

More truth, fewer preservatives.

And once you reach that place?

The world doesn’t get to feed you lies anymore.

You feed yourself clarity.

And suddenly, everything tastes better.