After yesterday’s post, Everything is Better Drunk, I got to thinking about all the things that are vastly improved by a few drinks… and the few things that are not. Here’s what I’ve come up with:
Better: Dancing
Worse: Break dancing
Better: Conversations with strangers
Worse: Conversations with the police
Better: Watching sports
Worse: Playing sports with any level of coordination
Better: Playing sports for fun. Fuck coordination
Better: Wedding receptions
Worse: Wedding vows Continue reading
Worry is a dirty whore. Not worth it.
Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Robot Chicken, and Children’s Hospital are all pretty genius.
It really is better to have loved and lost.
Pleasure and pain go hand in hand – you can’t have one without the other. The people who have suffered the most pain are usually the people who’ve felt the most joy.
Finishing a great book is one of the thoroughly gratifying experiences in life.
Museum trips should be mandatory for everyone.
People only care about endangered species if they’re cute. Continue reading
Some babies are really ugly.
Going to college after high school is not the only or even necessarily the best option.
The best couples are almost always physical matches – a 10 and a 5 just won’t work.
Very few people actually like kids in general. Most of us just like the ones we’re related to, and even then, not always.
No one can make you doubt yourself but you.
Being consistently late is like saying, “My time is more important than yours.” It’s rude, disrespectful, and selfish.
Taking a nice big poo is one of the best simple pleasures in life. Try to deny it. Just try. Continue reading
I believe the quarter-life crisis is a relatively new concept that only really came to prevalence in the last decade or so. And I have to say, I think it is a very, Very good thing.
I like to imagine that quarter life is 25, even though I know that estimate is quite optimistic. But even so, I choose to believe that at the barely-adult age of 23, I still have a few years before my breakdown.
I also like to believe that I may successfully be able to avoid a quarter-life crisis of my own, even as I advocate it as an important moment of epiphany for most others. Allow me to explain:
I am extremely fortunate in that I already know what I want to do with my life, and I’m actively working towards it. I want to be a screenwriter, so I’m working on my personal writing while supporting myself through freelance writing gigs, which I also enjoy. I know that I may never make it as a writer, and if I don’t, I’ll be ok, because I’ll find something else I love and will persue that.
I don’t want my life to be about work, but I do want my life to be useful and beneficial. Work is a reality of most everyone’s life, so I want to make it a welcome, even a joyous reality in my own. An old boss of mine used to say, “How you spend your days is how you’ve spent your life,” and it’s so true. Frighteningly so.
So don’t wait until your life is half over to decide to start living it the way you want. Have your freak out now. Stop wasting time in a job that you’re only at because you think it’s where you ought to be and find the work that fulfills you, the work that is where you want to be.
Should is a very dirty word. Don’t let it hold you down. Do the crazy thing, the impractical thing, even the stupid thing. I quit a job without anything else lined up in the middle of this shit economy. Pretty stupid. But I did it because that job was crushing my soul. And you know what? Now, just over a month later, I’m happily self-employed, have written two new short scripts and a draft of a new feature, and things are looking up.
So stop shoulding all over yourself. Have a quarter-life crisis. Figure out what makes you happy. And do it.
Because, why not?
