Saturday, April 18, 2026
To be bossy, one must learn how to torture. Make it tough, but not so tough that the victim gives up and walks away. Torture plays to the victim’s perceived need. They’re already fragile – don’t break them down too much. Keep them in the sweet spot of “needing.” Tease them with what they want, but make them pay as high a price as you can.
Eventually, however, the victim breaks down. The bossy don’t want that, so they always look for new victims. Bossiness is control addiction, but that control always slips.
Bossy people act like “The Boss.” But a true boss, as in the phrase, “like a boss,” is one who trusts. You see, a true boss is nothing but an innocent, naked child who prioritizes play and generosity, not urgency or demand. He doesn’t try to control. He leads by example.
Everything will be stripped from “the bossy.” The proud fall. I certainly did. Over the years of being “The Boss,” as in a bossy control freak, I grew weary of how hard it was “keeping people.” I wanted to advance in life, but I never understood I needed to drop the “boss act” and find the humble truth buried within.
I am The Boss, but I can’t boss people around. A Real Boss isn’t a “Top Dog” that we often envision. It’s realizing the inner child within you. True nature is tender and soft and always up for a good time. He dribbles and laughs, not knowing the future either. He plays and enjoys like a boss. He doesn’t play the bossy-type.
Being promoted is a prioritization of love and play, tenderness and joy. Love advances the needle, easily knocking down those who act bossy. Real promotion floats endlessly. The bossy bulldoze and fall, hard.
Who’s the Real Boss? Those who act bossy or those who trust, play, love, enjoy, and give frivolously?