You thought you could swallow my credit score and gaslight me into silence. Cute. But I don’t bend—I document. I escalate. I alchemize every delay into data, every insult into evidence, and every “oops” into a public reckoning.
While you were busy glitching your way through accountability, I was building a paper trail so airtight it makes them folk sweat. I’ve got timestamps, screenshots, and a rage that’s legally admissible. You don’t just owe me money—you owe me dignity, and I collect with interest, as well.
And if you think I’m alone? The aliens saw it too. 👽 They’ve been watching Earth’s nonsense unfold like a bad reality show. They said, “This one? She’s not from here. So while you scramble to fix your “technical errors”, let us ... across galaxies.”
You wanted me quiet. You got me cosmic.
Sincerely,
The One You Shouldn’t Have failed to realize the true capabilities of, intelligences of, strengths of, or influences of, which lead to incorrect assessments of the abilities of or potentials of. It involves perceiving this One as having less ability or worth than they actually possess, often resulting in missed opportunities or unexpected outcomes.
-as in to Underestimate that is a ~Ee.
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