From Thought Catalog. My own thoughts interspersed.
Before you status update, Tweet, (Tumblr) or Instagram, pause and say to yourself, “is it entirely necessary that I share this morsel of thought with my entire social network?”and if the answer is not, “yes, I absolutely must,” then step away from the Internet. I don't have Twitter or Instagram, and will never have one in light years to come. My problem with this 140-worded (Is it 140? See I'm not sure.) platform is it decimates your entire thought process to one-liners, which could be the needed germs for a long post. Add to that, the closest of my friends do not have Twitter and we thrive on—still—emails. Tumblr has already made me succumbed to microblogging, which is not altogether vile, but there is a need, on a personal level, to shake that off. Instagram? Never mind.
Know which candidate you’re going to vote for in the upcoming presidential election, and know why. I only get to watch the electoral caucus when tuning in on CNN made possible by my penchant to satisfy my Anderson Cooper craving. Closer to home, I didn't vote last presidential elections. I just think the electorate hasn't arrived to that political maturity yet, easily swooned by earworming political jingles and tired platitudes. So there. For the mid-term elections (please, know that there will be on 2013), I may still waive my right to suffrage.
Enough with the 14-day juice cleanses. If you want to lose a little weight quickly, eat less and exercise like crazy. If you want to lose a lot of weight slowly, do whatever Jennifer Hudson did. Not all are crazy about losing weight. Kaniya-kaniyang weight issues lang yan. But then again, I took the effort in gaining pounds since the end of October, and whaddyaknow, in two months' time, I packed 10 pounds. Sinews here and there. Still skinny, yes, but I'm getting there.
If you really like the person you’re hooking up with and would like them to be your boyfriend/ girlfriend, find a way to tell them, and hope for the best. If you don’t and wouldn’t, stop. To repeat (or rather elucidate) my previous post, I don't have to force myself into committing to someone. I'm a terrible lover because I'm so engrossed with existentialist thoughts (Kierkegaard, thank you!) that I find the pursuit of living my lifetime task. I lift everything to the Man Upstairs, but then again, like a broken record, I'll keep repeating: "I still don't need someone." I'm still young. I still have too much elbowroom to validate my existence. In the meantime, my mantra will be on a loop so as to batter my brain—and the brain is the most convincing tool ever been endowed to man, not the dick. Mind you.
Find a way to save approximately 300 dollars and spend it on a flight to see a friend or family member who lives far away. It's going to be the other way around. I'm just too sure of it.
Please stop liking the Kardashians, all of them. It’s not helping anyone, least of all the Kardashians. Who are Kardashians? (Enter satire.)
Spend less than or equal to the money you earn each month. Back then, I had spending problem. Terrible spending problem because my father is a good provider. But when the reality of life crept in—that it's hard to support thyself—in a way, my wants took a backseat. I actually have this page in my notebook called "Heart's Desire." There goes all the things I have to save up for. And it's fun striking through the list. A pint of vanilla ice cream. It's been a trudge to learning that personal poverty will make you strive more and do more.
Wear clothes that fit you, especially to work. All my clothes nicely fit, some are well wee bit fitting though.
Call someone on the phone at least once a week, and speak to him or her for at least ten minutes. This one's nice.
Start preparing now to get over the fact that Facebook is probably going to change again in six months. You’re not going to deactivate your account. You don’t know how. I do know how, chum. I've deactivated my account once because I thought that there is much too much people in my list. Not that I am hermitic, it's just that, when it gets down to it, I keep my friends real.
Wait 30 seconds before you look up a fact you can’t remember on your phone, and try to remember it using your brain. This is what the olden days were like. Nice one too. Mental jogging, eh? Neurons on treadmill. Suits fine. I usually do this when trying to recall a familiar face.
Replace one terrible reality show you’re currently watching with one wonderful scripted show currently available on television. Swap suggestion: Real Housewives of Anywhere for HBO’s Enlightened. Fashion Runway once appealed to me. But like anything that reached its saturation point, I stopped watching it. The Runway is a fountain of inspiration for creativity, but it does have a dog-eat-dog subtlety in it. So I took TV to a new height and included the paranormal one—My Ghost Stories and Celebrity Ghost Stories—to those that afford me another take on life—I Survived and Troy Dunn the Locator.
Try that food you think you don’t like but have never actually tried, unless it’s brussels sprouts. They really don’t need any more attention. Rest in pieces, okra.
Cut one person out of your life who you truly do not like and add one person who you truly do. Note: not on Facebook, on Earth. The note! This is a bit harsh though.
If you’re still blacking out regularly, you should stop. When my brain goes on an overdrive, I do black out sometimes. Or when Efavirenz takes its toll. Efavirenz claws in your system either as a melancholic, Dear-Diary muse or as a drunken bastard ready to flop into the asphalt. As of writing, Efavirenz is working in my system for almost an hour and a half already. But I can read the signs of life, I have to admit. And it's telling me to inhale and exhale for some time.
Volunteer once over the next 90 days. You’ll feel really good about it, and probably end up volunteering again over the next 275. I'm seriously considering volunteering for an HIV NGO, but I have my Mephistopheles to conquer. Either way, I am a volunteer to another NGO, and yes, it feels good to "dedicate your life to something larger than yourself (because) happiness lies this way, and it beats pleasure hollow." (Annie Dillard, boys and girls.)
Tell someone who you love that you love them on a more regular basis. To their face, not in a text. Ok. Ma? Where art thou? Me woves you. I'll write this down.
Back up your entire online life onto an external hard drive, especially your photos. Many a times my files were totally obliterated. And along with them the photos. Well, I'm camera shy to be honest so I don't have to worry too much about my face splattered all over in jpeg files.
Crap or get off the pot. This applies to whatever thing you’re not doing that you should just sack up and do already. I've been meaning to get back on my track in reading books. I just needed that "Oomph!" Or perhaps the proper book that will make me go on a reading rampage. I remember reading Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men in one sitting. Not to be a braggadocio, sirs, but yes, in one sitting. Sat down, started the book, and got up, finished it. A slim book, but that was a feat for me. And that was me back then.
And in the eternal words of Tom Haverford, “TREAT YO SELF!” I surely will.
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