I don’t get the Yes people.
I’ve never had a problem quitting things. I take as much pride in what I choose to do as I do with what I chose not to do. The same goes to who I choose not to spend time with, and who and what I decide to say no to.
Through the years this has earned me the reputation of a negative person. As if saying no meant I was choosing to sit in a dark room alone with unhealthy thoughts hating myself.
The thing is, when I say no (e.g., conference calls, parties, socialite events), I also say NO to regret.
I don’t care about missing out, people. Agreeing to everything is unsustainable and unhealthy. What some think of time wasted, I think of tame saved.
I think of all the shit I have to do. Like, literally, have to do. When deadlines are crucial, when someone you love needs you, when you just HAVE to go to the dentist because you’ve been postponing it for two months…
Sometimes saying yes is just the things that must happen. But just as importantly, most times it is not.
Come one, Yes people, stop reading that book halfway through, turn down that okcupid date, stay in if it’s raining, skip the brunch lines and the small talk and stay in bed until noon and celebrate the fringe benefits of NO.
Also, don’t confuse saying yes to being reliable. Some of the most unreliable assholes out there agree to everything and, unsurprisingly, do nothing.
I don’t know why you insist on browsing through my shit. I know you are bored, but you don’t have to infiltrate and harass to be entertained. Besides, isn’t your generation supposed to be all about instant gratification? Why haven’t you moved on? Stick to reddit. There is nothing for you here.
Not a goddam thing.
The Shortness of Life – Seneca on busyness and the art of living wide rather than living long, spectacular read.
Worth a read!
Whenever I see this phrase floating out there I’m like “WHAT A FUCKED UP, TOXIC QUOTE!” If someone’s not good to you, that’s it. Farewell. Adieu. It does not matter how good they want to be to you.
Then I realized (thanks google) that it’s actually the title of a self-help book about ~dreams~ and starting from a place of being a nobody but still aiming to be Michael fucking Jordan, or whatever.
That calmed me down a little.
Every once in a while we suddenly lose someone whose cultural reach is so vast, whose inspirational touch is so expansive, that the collective light we all take for granted to show us the way dims. And it will never shine the same.
You were pure joy, Mr. Williams.
The foundation of adult trust is not ‘You will never hurt me.’ It is ‘I trust myself with whatever you do.’
— David Richo
The older I get, the more I struggle to add substance to the friendships I’ve procured over the years. I’m not sure why, but finding people willing to commit, make plans or simply show genuine interest in what I’m proposing at any given moment has been very challenging lately. It’s like I gradually became uncool and my usual suspects discretely decided I was distant acquaintance material.
Keeping a calendar outside of work is becoming redundant.