For the first time in my life, I’m actually learning from failure. When I used to fail, the only knowledge I would gain was, “Well… that sucked.”
Not anymore. For the past 3 months, I’ve been scrutinizing why I keep ending up in the same place with the same disappointments.
About 100 days ago, I found a fork in the road. Either I was going to continue to screw up and live the unexamined life, or I was going to start accepting life’s ups and downs, figure out what works for me, what doesn’t, and begin living a happier life.
After quite a bit of introspection, I’ve quieted my mind and will share with you some of the knowledge that I’ve gained. Hopefully with this information, I can save some of you from unproductive hours, days, or possibly years in your one and only life.
With all that said, I know you want me to say, “I love you.” Not here…not now. All I can offer here is a list of things I hate:
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People who say “I could care less,” but couldn’t
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The word “canoodle”
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Acid-washed denim clothing
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A flapping booger that will not release itself to freedom
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Those cards in my magazines
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Energy drinks
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Dudes with hair-gel
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Business/ sales guy jargon
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Upholstered bar stools
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Leather jackets with fringe (see Acid-washed Denim)
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Plastic tent stakes
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Unbleached coffee filters
I would add to your list, a popped collar(s). I do believe it was Kerouac who said, “My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.” bravo Jack, bravo.