August 10th, 2018

Good Morning, World ๐Ÿ™‚

You know what’s good for you? Discomfort. Get some.

There are many personality flaws that I can deal with. Seriously.

Do you have a short temper? No problem. Are you sensitive to criticism? We all have our days. How about gluttony? Are you a gluttonous fuck? Out of all the terrible things in the world you could be, being a lover of sandwiches isn’t the worst roll of the dice.

But if you burst into tears the moment you encounter an idea that doesn’t match your world view, just flip the hourglass and start counting the grains now, because you are not an adult, and I can’t deal with you.

Let me give you a hint: The only thing getting in your way of functioning is you.

Not your anxiety disorder, not your weight, not your bowel condition, not your claudicant leg or your PTSD, not the patriarchy, not white privilege, not the government, not your therapist, not your fucking dog. You, mother fucker.

Take some ownership of your life.

Phew, wow. Where did that come from?

Rest assured, dear World, you probably weren’t the catalyst for this rant. I read an astoundingly dumb tweet this morning, so unless you were busy posting about how hard it is to function with mental illness, these remarks are not directed at you. In fact, the person who placed this tweet before my eyes is highly unlikely to read this blog, unless they’re busy keeping tabs on me. Good. I hope you tune in every day. Be sure to hit that like button, while you’re at it, and thank you for the views ๐Ÿ˜‰

But this friend of yore will probably never see this entry. They’re busy pity-mongering on social media about how much their job sucks, how much their life sucks, how much this computer program sucks — GIRL POWER! — how much body shaming sucks, how much everything just sucks sucks sucks and it’s allย so hard.

Well, yes.

And it’s a good thing that everything is so hard, because how the hell are you going to prove yourself if life is easy for you?

You know who I’m not impressed by? Paris Hilton. Kim Kardashian. Any of these orange-smeared pop-culture silicone bots who haven’t ever gotten their hands dirty with a long day of work. People who have had a life of luxury laid out before them, complete with the adoration and attention of countless eyes over every element of their existence.

The odds of you being born with the “good fortune” of having such an identity are astronomically low, but they still exist, and someone has to win that lottery. Well done, fellow homo sapian. You sure spun that wheel of chance.

But if you’re anything like me, you’re an anxious, neurotic, introverted, flawed, self-conscious, shy, second-guessing primate with a crazy family and an even crazier internal world. You have every reason to sit around and play videogames, eat junkfood, and bemoan your mental health issues all over cyberspace, and I imagine we all have a good excuse for such indulgences. We’re all fucked up, every last one of us, and we’re part of a legacy of genetic imperfections and situational hazards that have somehow amalgamated into the conscious, thinking mind-salad that is ourselves.

Welcome to earth, baby.

That is no excuse to shy away from discomfort.

No matter what your starting point is, you won’t get anywhere if you only seek to surround yourself with ideas, activities, and people who make you feel comfortable.

You’ve already charted that corner of the map. You know exactly what’s there, which is why it feels good to go to your little “safe space” of RPGs and takeout Chinese food. Nothing can disagree with you in your little hidey-hole. No one can use words that make you slam your ears closed, or express ideas that go counter to the agreed upon narrative of your group identity, or crack the wrong jokes, or laugh at the wrong jokes.ย God forbid, right?

Seriously, have you ever tried to keep up with you? You have an ever-expanding list of offenses that your peers must not commit, lest they be ostracized with radio silence. Well buddy, I don’t enjoy keeping friends whom I can’t be myself around. I’m not your Sim. You don’t get to choose my personality traits, my opinions, my choice of words, or my taste in humor. You can’t control me, just like you can’t control the world. If even the knowledge that I disagree with the feminist worldview is enough to bring you to tears, how the hell do you expect to handle the hardships of living?

Stop running away from things that make you uncomfortable. Figure out what you’re afraid of, then come up with a plan to conquer that shit. Set goals that challenge you, and smash them.

Get stronger.

Get braver.

Do something different.

But don’t whine on twitter about how hard everything is, because quite frankly, you ate food today. You have an internet connection. You live in the first world with a nice therapist lady to guide you along your path to mental wellness, and if you’re really feeling stressed, you can toke on a bowl of some choice weed from the comfort of your air-conditioned house. You are one of the most well-off people to have ever lived, and you could do so much good for the world if you would stop whining about what’s wrong with everybody else,ย develop some fucking grit, and start taking a more responsible path.

In the spirit of not whining about other people, I’m going to end this rant here.

I’m going to call the student loan people to straighten out my payment plan, even though the thought of making this phone call makes my throat close up with anxiety, because for some reason, talking on the phone is a a nerve-wracking experience. But guess what? Fuck anxiety. Fear doesn’t get a vote. I’m making this phone call even if my hand shakes and my voice cracks. I’m going to make this phone call even if I have to pace back and forth with a stress ball in my hand, doing lunges to dissipate the adrenaline of having to talk to another human being.

What are you running from today?

Let’s not. Put that off until tomorrow, World. Let’s put on our best fake smiles and get shit done. Let’s get uncomfortable.

Except for you, lame person.

You can run away now.

xoxo Liv

 

 

11 thoughts on “August 10th, 2018

  1. I applaud your insight, toughness and wisdom. A refreshing change from a lot of the snowflake claptrap that is out there daily. Keep on keeping on and many blessings along the journey.

  2. Hello, Liv!

    I couldn’t agree with you more! Being a little uncomfortable is what builds character and what lets us grow as a person. If you always take the easy way out, or avoid uncomfortable situations and people, you will end up like that pitiful person tweeting about all the negativity in their life. Because you won’t understand the importance of meeting things head-on. And you’ll never know the feeling of defeating something or someone you thought to be insurmountable. Wow… where did that come from?

    I don’t like to make general assumptions about people, but for the most part I have very little respect for people who have everything handed to them. They more often than not haven’t earned any of it, and they certainly didn’t have anything to do with being born into it! The fact is, most of these people wouldn’t know how to fend for themselves if they had to. And in today’s world, that can happen at any given time

    As for me, I have a temper but I wouldn’t call it short. When something really pisses me off it’s because it has built up over a period of time. And I will let you know! That means, I deal with a person or situation until I feel it’s pointless for me to do so. Then I deal with it once and for all because I don’t have a lot of time to deal with bullshit. Then I let it go.

    Life is hard for all of us today, for so many reasons. So if a person has time to whine about themselves and expect sympathy, they should have used that time to try and better themselves or correct the situations. Nobody wants to hear it, because we all have our own crap to deal with. Grow a pair! Just do it!

    So here we are, Liv, being on the same page!

    I hope you made out OK with your student loans.

    Have a good evening,
    Bill

    1. Thanks Bill! I slayed the student loan dragon for now. It was much less terrible than I thought, thank god. Thank you for the good vibes! It’s been a hell of a week for our exfriends, eh? Haha

  3. Well, I wouldn’t know about mine because they ARE my ex-friends! I have two on FB by the way. One you know about, and the other one happened during the election last year. Every day he would post some political tirade and believe me he’s no political analyst. I’ve known him most of my life, so I would know!

    I’m glad the student loan thing turned out OK. But see, that’s why we should meet things like that head-on. Those kind of situations hardly ever turn out as badly as we thought, and now it’s off your mind. You have enough on your plate as it is. And I’ll never tell you to get a bigger plate!

    Have a great evening,
    Bill .

  4. It’s good to have a rant against entitled idiors every so often. At the gym I overheard two mothers approximate same level of high income. They have their teenagers pocket money. One made the child do daily jobs around the house, lost money if they weren’t done and got it weekly onto ATM card. The other gave their child $1100 + for the whole year in a lump sum on the child ATM card, gone in 24 HOURS AND THEY WERE WHINING ABOUT THAT. The child has no chores to do as they get others to do garden and housework. Guess which one I thought had the better idea. That person also had probably worked hard themselves to earn their money. The other mother didn’t work. Ha for 1st world problems,not.

    1. That’s so spoiled! Jesus o_O That’s what I’m talking about. A little bit of deprivation is a good thing. Some people are so used to their inadequacies being catered to that they have lost any ability to withstand discomfort. Thank you for sharing your thoughts ๐Ÿ™‚

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