Treehouse: Unwittingly Walking the Wrong Side of History

You know, growing up in Malibu, there’s this constant pressure to be something you’re not. I see people my age trying to create archetypes of being on the wrong side of history or bragging about it.

Honestly? I just can’t relate. I have zero interest in that. My choices are based on what I genuinely want to do, not some fabricated persona.

It’s funny how many guys are out there trying to be rebellious, lurking behind this curtain of illusion, thinking they’re making a statement. I see them at the beach, flaunting their personas to impress others. But for me? Nah, that’s not my vibe. I’d rather not play a part in a game where the rules are set by people who think they’re cooler than they actually are.

What’s really uncool is creating these archetypes of being on the wrong side of history. It’s like people think they’re being edgy, but they’re just following a script. What’s cooler is being on the right side of history—and not getting caught for the other shit you might be doing.

It’s about making choices that reflect who you truly are, not just what seems trendy or rebellious at the moment.

Being on the right side of history means you’re not just going along with the crowd; you’re carving your own path. I’d rather be someone who quietly makes a difference than someone who gets caught up in the theatrics of faux-rebellion. In the end, I want my actions to reflect who I am, not some version of myself trying to fit in. I’d rather step away from the crowd than get lost in someone else’s illusion.

-On the wrong side of history—until I find my way back