“Girls don’t like muscles.”
– An idiot
See you in the gym,
The days keep changing, will you?
“Girls don’t like muscles.”
– An idiot
See you in the gym,
“Have a little fun. Soon enough you’ll be dead and burning in Hell with the rest of your family.”
– George Carlin
I used to punish myself if I couldn’t meet every goal I had set. If I didn’t read enough or make enough money online, I’d deny myself the privilege of going out on a Friday night or doing something fun.
This system worked well for awhile, then it imploded. Instead of working rationally towards my objective I’d fear failure and procrastinate.
I’ve adopted a new work ethic now, one where I do the best I can and see what happens. Unsurprisingly it’s been a hundred times more effective.
If, for reasons out of my own control, I didn’t reach a certain non-essential goal; I don’t beat myself up over it. When Friday night rolls around I’ll be out having fun, not sitting at home desperately trying to reach some quota.
I think this fear of inadequacy is rather common amongst guys who get into lifestyle development and self improvement. They see other people and start comparing themselves to them.
I might not be on the same level as a Colin Wright, but that doesn’t mean I need to punish myself because of it.
However, just because I’m not overworking myself doesn’t mean that I’m being a lazy slug. I still work hard towards my goals, but I have fun doing so. If anything, having the time of my life and enjoying my youth has actually made me more productive. I tackle my “to-do” lists with new zeal and enthusiasm, adding to them and pushing further.
Being alive is the longest activity I’ll ever engage in, there’s no reason for me not to enjoy it.
“Forever young, I want to be forever young.”
It was a bright summer day. Birds were chirping, children were playing in the street, and I was thinking about the end of the world. Or, more specifically, the end of a world.
I was contemplating how much a man losses as he ages.
My current position in life is pretty awesome. I can bulk up in no time if I take weightlifting seriously. Going to party means I’ll be surrounded by attractive girls in their late teens and early twenties. I don’t have a wife or kids, so all my money is my own. Likewise, none of my friends are married so they’re always free to hang out. I can do anything I want whenever I want.
Unfortunately that will change. It will eventually get harder for me to put on muscle. I’ll become too old to attend college parties. Although I never intend on getting married and having a family, most of my friends do. As such, we’ll eventually drift apart as they “man up” and spend their time doing yard work.
While thinking about aging and decline, I started to think more about what it actually means to be a man. I wish I could write about some kind of brilliant observation that I had, but I can’t. During the entire time that I contemplated the true nature of manhood, my ideas and opinions continued to shift. I’d think up fifteen reasons why a guy should dedicate his life to personal ambitions, only to construct an equally valid argument against it.
After several hours of critical thinking, I eventually settled on a basic foundation upon which I consider all masculinity is based: the desire to have done something.
Whether it means raising a family or traveling the world and building a personal empire, all men want to look back from their deathbeds and believe that they’ve made an impact in their world.
“Contrary to popular belief, catabolic is not just a DJing cat”
– Dom Mazzetti
It’s summertime, which means there are going to be approximately nine billion music festivals. It also means that every dude who ever watched an old Zyzz video will have their shirt off while they prance around to Skrillex. Since you can’t beat them you might as well join them.
“Turn your pagers to 1993”
– The Notorious B.I.G.
I recently found an entire box of my old notebooks in my basement. After reading through a few of them, I began to notice how differently my writing style and general interests have changed over time. Looking through my old writings I realized that I had become so far removed from some of the versions of me that it was like reading through a stranger’s thoughts.
The oldest book in the collection was from when I was about nine or so. The writing was atrocious and almost everything written was a blatant rip-off of something else. As I read the “stories” I had written, I could easily identify which summer blockbusters and horror novels I had stolen the plots from.
The second notebook that I read through was from around the time I was thirteen. It still wasn’t very good, but it was an improvement. The highlight of this was a massive hand written rough draft for my version of Red Alert 3 (at the time a third game hadn’t even been announced).
Surprisingly my ideas were actually pretty unique. While I still “borrowed” concepts from other games and movies, most of what I wrote was original. The difference between this notebook and the earlier one were night and day. Although I was by no stretch of the imagination a good writer, I was infinitely better than I had been.
The other two notebooks that I found were from high school. Both were incredibly inconsistent, at one point I wrote a bunch of lousy poetry, but still had some gems. There was a pretty campy story about a toxic fungus inhabiting marijuana buds that caused people to in die gruesome manners. It was like reading a cross between something concocted by Lloyd Kaufman and David Cronenberg. There was also a pretty good half finished detective story set in a retro-futuristic setting.
Reading through my old notebooks also reminded me of something I had long since forgotten. At each stage of my writing, I had believed I’d reached my crescendo. When I was nine I thought I’d become best-selling author of books that were essentially Stephan King knock-offs. At thirteen I imagined myself penning all the flagship titles for a major game developer. At sixteen I thought I was the next Michael Chabon.
Within the next three years I doubt I’ll still be writing Thirty Days To X. As much as I love creating new posts and doing monthly challenges, I’ll eventually outgrow it. And, quite frankly, that thought kind of excites me. I’m looking forward to the future and what I write in it.