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Friday, December 28, 2012

New Year

2012 was terrible. Probably the worst year of my life. Bad choices, lots of negativity and way too much loss. I lost an integral part of my family, friends, pets, romances and I was negative about everything. Until the latter half of the year, I was a sad sack and could not see the good in anything that was thrown my way, but that started to change a bit and I have remained tough and smiley, for the most part. I am hoping 2013 will bring more positivity in my life, better choices and more happiness! 

This article found on Thought Catalog sums up a lot of my resolutions for this year. A few other additions to my list include :
- Saving money.
- Go back to school.
- Cut out shitty people / be a better friend to the good ones.
- Keep in touch.
- Work even more. 
- Stay away from that "bitter, hawk-nosed Southerner from Yale" (Plath, you so aptly describe so many instances in my life) who eats your soul every time you see him. 



6 New Year’s Resolutions That Are Worth Keeping

DEC. 28, 2012

By RYAN O'CONNELL

Thought Catalog Flickr


1. You can learn how to say no to people. It’s actually quite easy, isn’t it? You’ll probably be surprised it took you this long to figure out but don’t beat yourself up about it. The important thing is that you got to the point where it finally resonated with you. You can start the year off as a doormat, as a “yes” man, and then slowly start to feel your resolve build. When I was younger, I didn’t know how to say to no to anyone ever and as a result, I spent my formative years getting taken advantage of by just about everyone. Then, seemingly overnight, I hit my limit and decided that I’m going to put myself first and cut the fat. My social life is now decidedly more anorexic than it used to be but I don’t mind. Now that I’ve learned how to create boundaries with people, everyone who’s still in my life is meant to be.

2. You can take more risks. Risks are always nice. It’s no fun being stuck in your ways, especially when you’re in your twenties, and still have a lot of insane living left to do. Risks = potentially amazing things happening in your life. No risks = no sex, no joys, lots of stagnant evenings in bed watching Netflix. Being high-maintenance doesn’t get you anywhere besides living a life that’s permanently constipated.

3. Stop being such a curmudgeon. There are cynical assholes born every second so why do you feel the need to add to it? Be kinder to people, don’t burn bridges, be more understanding. Is it just me or were people really behaving like dicks in 2012? I was so tired of the constant insults and outrage and annoyance. Take a chill pill, you freaks. You all have your iPads and your HBO subscriptions and dinner parties. Life cannot be the worst thing ever and if its, let me play a song for you on the world’s smallest violin.

4. Read more. Reading is like brain food and the more you do it, the more enlightened you will become. And no, reading Keep Calm And Carry Ondoesn’t count. Go read something less Soccer Mom Having Deep Thoughts At Her Book Club. (I know I said stop being a curmudgeon but book snobbery is a *thing* and always will be.)

5. Cut out the exes who make your bones ache and your heart hurt. Protect yourself against those who don’t value you as much as they should. Getting treated like shit loses its luster after awhile. People don’t tell you the truth, which is that it can actually feel good for an allotted amount of time, it can feel good to see how low you’ll go to feel recognized by someone, but then it just starts to reveal itself for what it is: you not respecting yourself enough to not get walked on all over.

6. Vow to be honest, vow to be ridiculous, vow to make out with as many people in dark bars as you want, don’t worry about what other people think of you because no one’s worth the decision to live your life on a low volume, stop freaking out about getting a full eight hours of sleep in fact never turn down a night of potential fun for sleep because can sleep give you a blowjob or make you laugh?, paint the picture of what you want your life to look like and do it DO IT DO IT. 2013 IS THE YEAR OF DOING. START NOW. RESOLVE THE SHIT OUT OF THIS.

So ...peace the FUCK out 2012. You sucked. 
XXXO. WHITTY KITTY

This is New Years last year...
here's to hoping it sucks less!

RIP MFS, DP, WG & DUKE

LOL :-) feat. Gucci Mane & Soulja Boy

A lot of things I do, I do with the intention of prohibiting people from speaking to me, ie: the ultimate sensory depravation system a la How I Met Your Mother -- GIANT hood up, EVEN BIGGER sunglasses (MK Olsen style), noise canceling headphones, coffee in one hand, P-Funk in the other ...and then you walk REALLLLLLY fast. That shows that you have someplace to be and can't stop to talk to ANYONE. Or you can avoid the creepy man staring at you on the subway. You do however have to take it off in certain occasions: you sit next to Paul Rudd on the subway, you are ordering something or you go into a store/are shopping-- DONT BE RUDE TO RETAIL EMPLOYEES.

 But sometimes, some of my schemes backfire. For example, I went to go visit my friend who is a bouncer at a bar because he was having a bad night and the plan was I would stay until the end of his work shift and we would make the trek back to our town. I had just finished an extremely long work day and was not in the mood to deal with predators that congregate at any sort of Irish pub, so I embraced the rolled-out-of-bed-to-go-to-a-twelve-hour-work-shift-which-half-of-was-spent-working-in-a-location-that-was-practically-outdoors (but I did consume the most epic sandwich ever from Subway---buffalo chicken, white american, lettuce, tomato, hot sauce, banana peppers ....holy nom) . 

This look includes: smeared eye makeup, no face makeup (me not bronzing the FUCK out of my cheekbones, what the actual f?) , ill fitting jeans, ACDC t - shirt with giant hole in arm pit, sneakers, ripped Hanes hoodie, scarf, and...the kicker-- imagine the highest possible hair do you could ever do, now combine that with Cindy Lou Hoo and you can imagine the intensity of how high this pony tail was. 

So I see my friends, normal. Have a beer, normal. Have one REALLY cool guy start talking to me and we talk about stuff I like: Dali, writing...not normal. Have a dude go up to my friend and try to get him to set us up, not normal. 
And both complimented the fact that I was wearing my hair like that. And that they liked ACDC. Etcetera.

Thank you gentlemen for enabling me to dress like a homeless person and not try. Although I was not in the mood to talk to you, I am pleased that dressing like a slob is socially acceptable and I will never get ready again. 

FREEDOM.
LOL :-)


Monday, December 17, 2012

Have you ever farted in a Christmas tree?

Last winter was a TOTAL and COMPLETE SHIT SHOW. I couldn't even tell you why, but it was one of the more ridiculous times in my life. Here are some examples. Ignore every single heavy Long Island accent. 





This was the best moment of my entire life. He scaled about 15 feet into the tree in the center of our town...the cops were actually coming. 



The beard and the hair did Mexicans. 
Jage bomb, tequila, car bomb. 
Bon Voyage!

The Roommate's Life Alert

A few months ago, someone unbeknownst to me, set up a fancy little Life Alert in my haus for the Roommate. It includes a giant box on my kitchen table and what looks like a Lindsey Lohan house arrest ankle shackle on the Room's wrist. It is necessary to have because I am not home very often and if something does happen, ie: a tumble, a rumble, a fall...the sherry runs out, someone needs to know. 

However, there has never been a serious issue and I don't expect there to be one anytime soon, but this thing does LOVE to have it's false alarms. 

Sometimes I think the kitties jump on the table and press the button and when that does happen, the Rooms is convinced and has vehemently stood by this sentiment numerous times, a voice comes out of the speaker and says "No, no, no, no, get off." For some reason I highly doubt that because every time I   have heard this scary box make ANY noise (I may have fucked up a wire or two during a drink marathon), it says ALERT ALERT ALERT. Also, I don't think whatever automated robot knows that I have two cats. Maybe one, but they don't have all of the knowledge in the world, jeeze. 

But ANYWAY, I get home laaaaate, late, late from work on Saturday night and before even taking off my shoes, I get a phone call from my seester and the conversation goes something like this:

"Whit, what are you doing?"
    "I just walked in the house from work, why?"
"Uh, Roommate's life alert went off, there's an ambulance on the way. Go check on her"
    "Oh this is uh, frightening..."
(It also may have taken some convincing on seesters part to make me actually get the balls to open the door..)

...I go into her room and she's asleep. I say "Roommate, hello!" until she wakes up and jumps out of bed, "OH hi, Whit! I was just resting my legs!"

Well. 
**KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* Here comes the volunteer fireman from down the block. He comes in to see that there is no problem. And then informs me that an ambulance will be outside of my house due to protocol, but he will take care of it (thanks!). 
But I forgot ambulances have lights...thankfully NO sirens this time. 
But since it was Saturday night, the neighbors were awake and saw the lights and I had to deal with the questioning after. 
SO everything ended up being fine and dandy, but since I took an adderol that night and was sufficiently freaked out, I sat outside for about a hour chain smoking  and then attempted to sleep due to I don't know, work at a stupid early hour and no sleep the previous night (I was being an angel), that didn't work out too well. 


BYEEEE.
Ps. HOLIDAY RETAIL S00kS. But this made me <3 da holidaze.

Also, BROTHER AND SEEESTERFACE come home this WEEKEND. 

XXXo.


Tuesday, December 11, 2012

it's will.i.am and WHITNEY, BITCH!!!

There is one month until I turn 21 (haha, I know, I haven't been for like 8 years?) and Christmas is involved in there sometime, so I figured I would compile a list of the things I would like to (but will not be) gifted for these two glorious miserable days:

- 17 bottles of Jameson
- Hot glue gun
- Chip da Ripper to freestyle rap-narrate my life 
- Hot boy covered in tattoos to feed me gummy worms
- Dumplings with Sriracha 
- Andrew W.K. on December 30th
- Accidentally find 9 million DOLLLAs
- Hot boy with tattoo's equally as hot friend to make Jameo and gingers
- Books on books on books
- People magically decide to stop posting naked/ undie pictures on IG
- A popcorn frog
- Hello Kitty Chia Pet
- A reality show based on my yob
- Dance parties
- WINE
- Tatto0o0dles
- Find my iPod charger
- SNAPBACK
-35 pounds to melt off my body
(eating cans of potato bacon soup is TOTALLY HELPING) 
- Travel back to the 80's
- Desire to wake up and function (run)
- A normal sleep schedule ( why do I stay up until 8 AM?)
-Socks

But on the reals, I need socks. They disappear into the abyss.
SNAXSNAXSNAxX.
BYEEEEEEEEE. 

Thank you in advance for doing everything in your power in order to acquire these treats for me and my 17 other personalities. We really appreciate the attention and if you don't give it to us we will TAKE A BUNCH OF PILLS AND IT WILL BE ALL YOUR FAULT. 





name that show. 
I'll like you.
Maybe. 


Monday, December 10, 2012

the roommate's birthday

This post comes a wee bit late, but December 3rd marked the infamous day that was The Roommate's birthday. Of course I didn't wake up until noon, but when I did...she was no where to be found. I later remembered she had a doctor's appointment, which one of her lovely best friends accompanied her to. But also took her out to lunch at the ever so fancy, Chez Olive Garden (I'm trying to make fun, but I am so jealous (ESPECIALLY BECAUSE I WASN'T INVITED), because I love nothing more than their salad and breadsticks, omgomgomg laced with rainbows and happiness...). It made me giggle, because I remembered that this boy I met the week prior and was seeing that night, worked there. Because my mind finds random things such as: this situation, the fact that he worked at Olive Garden in general, and the opportunity that he could have sang to her , probably the most hysterical thing of all time (I'm bored with life), I immediately asked him how work was and how it was SO funny my Roommate went there today, also mentioned it was her birthday, which provoked a response "yo, man, was her name MARGE?! I hadda sing to her alone!" WHICH OBVIOUSLY MADE ME GIGGLE EVEN MORE.
**Side bar: he is also Ed Hardy sweat pants boy**
Blah, blah, so she was out all day, which was great because I was able to walk around and get shit done without being stared at by a zombie. You try to clean the floors and make enchiladas with someone staring at you and shuffling their clogs all day....
I DARE YOU. 

But then as the day went on, it began to feel more and more like it was MY birthday. 1, you already know I had the house to myself. 2. I cleaned the fuck out of it, which makes everyone feel better. 3. I went running and wasn't hungover. 4. Friends of hers brought CHOCOLATES and wine, which of course were shared with me! 5. I went to go watch football (eat wings & irish nachos &drink excessively & hit on some hot dude) ...good times all around. 

One of her neighbor friends (not one of the overbearing ones) came over and was chatting to the Rooms, and when she asked how her day was going, "It is just so terrible because I have no one and I am here alone always..."
I was standing right there, poor little neighbor, so awk to the waaaaard. So I went back to the wine...

The Roommate got shit faced like it was no one's business. I think an entire bottle of red wine (minus my glass or three) and a constant stream of sherry really did her in. 

All in all, I think she has a great time turning three thousand and five. 

xxO0o0o0o. 
BYEz!

I Slept Til 5 PM today...

...but the rest of my life has been going on. Here are some pictures, I spend a lot of my time on my phone & internet...obviously.  


These are pictures of me in my prime. I stand on street corners and drink Guinness & champagne, slutever.

This is also my sexy look. 

 Well, this was Sam Adams, but the other drank still happened. 



My cats are still my emergency contacts.
Look at this little diva bitch...

This bar was fabulous. The bartender was hot. No money was spent & THERE WAS A WALL OF STACHE!!!! 


 I was homeless(ish) for 5 minutes (aka I didn't fee like going home). It did lead to someone inadvertently bringing me lunch in the CUTEST BAG EVER. 




Oh, my friends are FUCKING awesome...and apparently always drinking.



I wish even I knew what that meant....


Nope. No medium. You're being nice. I would rather be closer to the actual shit than my ex boyfriends....

I still hate Christmas...regardless of how cute work is. 


But I would appreciate this as a present from anyone...



XXX0BYYYYEZZZ.


you're from the 70's but i'm a 90's bitch

My friends and mostly co-workers tease me about my constant search for a cute man pet to hang out with, but my immediate boredom & inability to deal with any sort of bullshit for more than five minutes prevent me from dating any of them for more than a few weeks and then instantaneous return to falling in pretend love with every other bartender or drummer I meet.  Because they do the things they are good at: drinking, music and uh, other things and DON'T HAVE TIME TO DO THINGS THEY FAIL AT, like, relationships....perfect match. 

According to Marky Mark, this is my theme song.


But then I try again. Maybe an older man will work this time I say. He has money and knows how to function as a real human being I say. He invites me to a "Burning Man Pink Pussy Cat Party," and I run away. There was also a scary text message involving a radiator and another involving death (in a non-threatening way, I'm being vague on purpose!), so yeah, I ran the FUCK away. I mean, it's not like I actually saw him since we met months ago, so I'm sure his feelings weren't hurt too much. 

Ew, and he was old. Remember that FACTOID!?

Try one more time. Hang out with the cute boy you met at the bar a year ago, it will be fun you think! It was fun the last time and it was this time too! Wow, weird! Meeting a nice boy at a bar! He says nice things and for once you actually think they are nice and don't tell him to choke on his own dick, like most conversations in your world usually end up. But then you run into him a few weeks later after many, many failed attempts to hang out and he ignores you. Your tattoos don't make you cute enough to ignore me, dick!

OR what about the cute boys that invite you and Princess LoLo to come watch the Giants game?! SO adorable. Get good reviews from your trusted pal. But then one shows up wearing ...wait for it...

WHITE ED HARDY SWEAT PANTS.
ED HARDY SWEAT PANTS WITH "ED HARDY" ACROSS THE ASS.

But anyway, yes, I realize I am incapable of putting in any sort of effort into maintaining a normal relationship primarily because I am lazy and self involved and apparently am actually kinda scary (see: "choke on your own dick" comment), but it is reasons like ^all^of^the^above^ that I am the waaaaay I are...I'm just a 90's BITCH and you all bore me. 


HOLD UP. Then you hang the fuck out at a magical bar, where all of the wonderful Jewish boys of NYC with black cards and perfect teeth congregate. That restores your faith in humanity for a few cigarettes. 

Thank you, Kaballah Monster.
XXO.
BIIIIIIIII!



Friday, December 7, 2012

All The Feels

I've been working and doing not much else, so here, some fantastical live music that will restore your faith in humanity and not hate everyone. Unless you're working holiday retail, then just shut up drink your coffee and look forward to the twelve margaritas and inappropriate life choices you will make later. 



The video Spotify created for this song is awesome, here is that too:


And I loathe the holidays, but this is probably the best rendition of any Christmas song ever.
EVER I TELL YOU. 


BYEEEEEEEEEEEEE.


Thursday, November 29, 2012

Tucker Max


This speech by Tucker Max, yes, that Tucker Max was the best thing I have found on the internet in quite a bit of time. Sure, he appears to be a misogynistic douche, but in actuality, he is a genius and the level of confident, ballsy, courageous and realistic that the majority of people are too afraid to be, which is exactly what he explains through this mixture of eloquence and vulgarity. Life kind of sucks and you make of it what you will. We live on autopilot for the most part, except for those who decide to do exactly what they fucking want because they accept the fact that they have to work for it and it is not handed to them. That is one thing I always have an issue with. I sit and wait for something to happen, sometimes feeling bitter that whatever it is, isn't happening. I don't have anyone to help me or direct me for the most part, so why the fuck do I expect anyone to? So I'm taking control of my life, doing what yet, I don't know, but it sure as hell won't be accepting the norm just because it is what I am supposed to do...I guess what I have to do is constantly ask myself -- WWTD?


Originally found on:
>>>>www.tuckermax.me<<<<


What You Need To Know About Life, But Haven’t Been Taught

I gave a speech at Pittsburgh University yesterday (11/26/12). I have no idea if they’ll put the video or audio online, so this text version will have to do for now.
The basic idea of the speech is simple: what can a college student do, right now, to prepare themselves for a world that they are utterly unprepared for?
What You Need To Know About Life, But Haven’t Been Taught
Let me ask you a question: Do you feel ready for your life? Do you feel prepared to face whats coming when you leave here?
I doubt it. And if you think you are, shit, just look around you. How capable do you think the people around you are? I doubt most of the guys in here can even get all their cum in the sock, forget something that requires actual skill.
Seriously though, do you know any of the basic skills that you will need in life–how to negotiate a rent? How to get a job? How to even develop the skills you’ll need at a job? Do you know how to manage your finances? I know you don’t–how many of you have under $100 in your checking account?
You’re all totally fucked!
But I bet you hear this all the time don’t you? You hear it from your parents, you hear from your professors, from administrators, from the press…from everyone. They all tell you how fucked up you are, they all tell you what you need to change about yourself.
Here’s the difference: I’m not going to tell you its your fault. That’s always the implicit accusation, isn’t it? Whenever you hear about the failures of young people, all those breathless New Yorker articles about 27 year olds with masters degrees living at home, the implication is that it’s the kids fault. It could never be the parents, no of course not, they cared so much. Thats what you’re always told, that its your fault, right?
It’s not. Your parents and your educational institutions have completely and utterly failed you. They really have only one job, and that’s to educate you. For what? Fun? No, for life. They need to teach you the things that matter in an honest, truthful way. But they haven’t. They have failed you, and THAT is why you are so fucking unprepared for whats coming.
I know, because they failed me too. I went to a better undergrad, and a better grad school than most of you will, and when I left school at 25, I was still a child. I was utterly unprepared for ANYTHING I would face in life. You read my books, you know all the stupid shit I did in my twenties–you do realize I did ALL of that AFTER college right? Unlike you drunken fuck-ups, I studied and did real well. And yes, you can be brilliant and awesome at the same time, but the point is, I was a complete fuck up after school. I got fired not once, but twice, and one of the times was by my OWN FATHER. I couldn’t function as an adult.
This is fucked up. We did what we were told–I sat where you sat, went to same schools you went too, I know–and what do we have to show for? Debt and unpreparedness. That’s our fault? Fuck that.
You aren’t prepared for life, and its not your fault.
Don’t start crying Matt Damon. This isn’t that sort of speech. I’m not here to bitch at them, because even though they failed us, we still have to clean up the mess. Ultimately, its up to us to solve our problems, even if we didn’t make them.
That’s what the speech is about: I don’t feel prepared for life, so what the fuck do I do now? 
If this were a high school audience, I’d tell all you not to go to college, that for most of you its a waste of time and money, that you can learn everything faster and better elsewhere, and that you should apprentice or start a company instead…but you’re already here. We can’t put that shit back in the horse, can we?
I can’t even teach you all the skills you need to know. You motherfuckers have Google, you can read on your own. What I am going to try to teach you is how to think about your life and your problems, so you can solve them on your own:
1. Get drunk and fuck (take risks)
I’m exaggerating a little, but for effect. You need to push every boundary, try all kinda of new things, and figure out who you are and who you are not. Experiment, go a little wild, thats what college is about, right?
You know that though. In fact, you probably hear that a lot from speakers dont you? You know what makes me laugh though is that those same people then sneer and look down their noses when they see you reading “I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell.” They want to you experiment, but only in ways that they think are “appropriate.”
Fuck that. It’s not an experiment if you already know whats going to happen. And its not a risk if there is no chance of failure. If you really want to get the most out of this period of experimentation in your life, you really need to do things that are slightly unsafe. For example, don’t fuck me without a condom, but definitely fuck me.
Seriously though, why does experimentation and taking risks matter? Because the only way you can figure out the bounds of both the world you live in and yourself as a person is to push yourself into places you have never been, to see and explore and feel. Basically, experimentation helps you to get over fear, and learn to take risks and fail safely. Why does that matter?
Because everything in life worth having requires risk: Money, love, respect–all of it. You want lots of money? You need to take lots of risk. You want great love? You need to be willing to be vulnerable, to let someone in and risk them hurting you. You have to learn how to take risks, you have to learn courage, and you do that by demonstrating to yourself that you can safely try new things, and college is the BEST time in you life to do that, because you can recover from failure so easily and cheaply. This is the time in your life where the consequences of your actions are lowest.
You know why so many people like my books? You think its about the drinking and the fucking and the crazy stories, but its not. You’re all going to have stories like that when you get through your 20s, if you don’t already. You think its about the humor, and that is a big part of it. But the real reason Ive sold millions of books and inpired countless people is because I’ll say and do the things they want to do and say, but don’t feel like they can. You know what that is? Courage.
But courage is not fearlessness. Fearlessness is stupid and dangerous. Courage is the recognition of your fear, and the decision to face it anyway. How do you get courage? Demonstrated performance. I developed courage by experimenting, taking risks, failing, and then trying again and again until I succeeded. Through risk and failure, I found my courage, and that’s how you can do it too.
2. Ask questions (don’t just accept the rules)
Have you learned the fundamental truth of adulthood? We all have to face it at some point in our life, do you even know what it is? Of course not, they don’t teach Socrates at Pitt.
The fundamental truth that every young adult must face is the realization that the rules that everyone follows don’t benefit them. They made by those in power for their benefit, not yours, and they enforce these rules by lying to you about them. Essentially, everything you are told by the institutions that are supposed to be protecting you is bullshit.
Your parents are all in on this. Everything they told you is bullshit. Its not on purpose, they aren’t being mean or doing any of this consciously–really, they are just repeating the lies they were told. It starts with Santa Claus, it extends through the close door buttons on elevators, and it culminates with all the implied life lessons they give you; go to college, get a job, work hard for retirement, be good and then you will get rewarded in heaven. It’s all lies.
You want an example. Let’s start with the easiest one: Santa Claus. Why do parents tell the tale of Santa? Get their kids to behave. They perpetuate a lie to control them (because thats the only way you can control people is to lie to them).
You probably think that’s ridiculous, right, Santa Claus is for kids, and I’m an adult, I don’t believe that. OK, thats fine. Here’s a fun thought experiment: Imagine you are talking to an alien. Now imagine explaining two things to them: Santa Claus, and organized monotheistic religion. Would they be able to tell the difference between what a parent tells a child about Santa Claus…and what organized religion tells you about heaven? Obey your parents or you don’t get presents…obey your church of you don’t go to heaven. Whats that you say, religion is true, but Santa isn’t? Really? So what would you show an alien to prove this?
Exactly. They’re both lies that control you.
You want another, maybe less ideological example? Why do you think drug trials exist? We’re told they are about protecting the public good. Hmm, OK. Well, they don’t have them in Europe. Are the Danes less human than us? No. In America, we have huge and very powerful pharmaceutical companies, and they actually WANT it to be difficult to create new drugs, because it limits competition. If there is only one statin on the market, they can charge WAY more. It keeps the small guy out. How do they justify this? They lie.
The rules are made by those in power for their benefit, not yours. They say its for your own good, but its not. Thats a lie. Thats how they get you to accept shit that is obviously bad for you. The rules are for their benefit.
Here’s another great example: College athletics. Why the focus on amatuerism? If you start pulling on the why thread, and follow it all the way back, you see where it leads: Football makes a ton of money for schools, but only if the players are amateurs. By having college athletics operate under amateurism, it restricts labor costs and the colleges don’t have to pay taxes on the profit. Do you ever hear this? No. Why not? Because the only way they can get people to accept this is to lie to them, to convince them that its about other things, while they make all the money.
I’m not telling you this to be depressing, I don’t mean that we live in a vast orchestrated conspiracy to controls our thoughts. I don’t have a tinfoil hat on. This is a natural evolution of all institutions and bureacracies, it happens everywhere that humans exist in modern societies. Most people who tell these lies don’t even know what they’re doing. They are just repeating what they were told, because they never asked why.
I’m telling you to start asking why so that you have a way to understand which rules are bullshit, so that you being controlled by them and take control of your own life. Its not foolproof, but if instead of blinding accepting what a parent or a school or a professor tells you, asking forces them to explain. If the explanation makes sense, great, then accept it. A lot of rules are great–the rule against drunk driving for instance. I’m all for it. But a lot don’t make sense, like the rule that you have to work for a company when you graduate college, or that gay people aren’t allowed to get married. Why not?
Remember this: If someone can’t explain “why”, then they are a pawn in someone elses game. There is always a reason why…the only question is if you know it. Like the poker saying–if you dont know who the sucker at the table is, then the sucker is you. If you don’t know why you’re doing something, then someone else is probably profitting from your effort more than you are.
Be like a child. Remember how you used to do as a child, you’d constantly ask “why” and your parents would labor to answer you and get frustrated and yell at you, so you stopped asking. You know why they yelled at you? Well, you were probably an annoying little shit, but also because they don’t even understand why it is they do the things they do, and your questions make them face that fact, and its too emotionally painful for them to deal with, so they yelled at you.
If you want to be real legit, don’t just ask why–demand proof. Picture or it didnt happen, right! Great example: How many of you want to see proof of my stories? Thats fine, thats legit, I have no issue with that. But let me ask you something in return–Why do you demand proof of my stories, but you dont demand proof of why you have to follow all these rules from your school, or your religion, or your parents, or any of the institutions around you? Just because they are in charge doesn’t mean they know what they are doing or that they have your best interests in mind. Ask why, and see.
3. Don’t go trying to find; learn how to make
Whats the biggest piece of career advice you probably get? Find your passion, right?
That is TOTAL BULLSHIT.
You can’t “find” your passion, that doesn’t make sense. What’s always the follow up question:How do I find my passion? I don’t have any fucking idea, and I’ve never seen anyone explain how to find your passion. Every answer Ive ever seen, when you break it down, its just some goofy mystical bullshit. It’s no different than telling someone to be Frodo, and go on a quest through Middle Earth. Maybe that hot elf queen has it, that’d be pretty nice. I’d fuck the shit out of every elf in those movies. That’d be something to put on my Sexual To Do list–mythical elves.
There is no finding passion, just like there is no finding yourself. You don’t find yourself, you make yourself. You don’t find passion, you make passion.
I mean this very literally:  You decide who you become by what you do. The accumulation of decisions you make about where you focus your time and effort is what determines who you ultimately become. Excellence is not a single act, it is a habit. I dont think most people really understand this.
Let me tell you a story about me–you have read my books, you know who SlingBlade is. He’s the smartest, funniest, most brilliant person I’ve ever met. He has everything it takes to be a star, but yet…I’m the star. Why? Because I decided that I was going to become one, and I worked towards doing it. What did he do? Nothing. Took the easy, safe, normal route. I’m not saying what he did is bad or wrong, not at all. In fact, it was probably the right path for him. What I’m telling you is that me being “Tucker Max” was not destiny. I didn’t go on some quest where we all knew how it was going to end. I had a little talent, a little luck, and a lot of hard work. I made myself into “Tucker Max,” and the only way you can be who you want to be to make yourself into that person.
You want to know how to do this, it’s very easy: Decide who you want to be in the future, then start acting like him or her right now. Do what it is that makes them who they are. Lets use me as an example. Say you want to be me; not precisely me, but something like me–an author who writes funny stories about his life. Then you need to ask yourself–what does Tucker Max do that I don’t do? He writes well, he tells great stories, he’s really funny, and unlike most writers or artists, he runs his own business. OK, well, then figure out how to do those things. Learn how write a well-told story that entertains people. Its hard, as all of you who have tried to write a fratire story know very well. Its especially hard to be funny to people who weren’t there and don’t know you. If you don’t like it, maybe being what I am shouldn’t be your goal–thats not your passion. It can be done, but you have to decide to make it happen, and that takes dedication, hard work, and a willingness to do fun things, and fail at them–and if you love doing it, then you’ve not found your passion, you’ve developed it.
This can apply to anything. You’re passionate about video games? Great, thats a huge business. Learn to program, learn story structure, learn graphic design, etc, and you can do all sorts of cool shit with video games.  Fashion? Food? Gardening? Sex? These are all great places to develop passion through dedication and mastery of a skill.
But you develop passion by developing your skills at what you love. And you use those skills to create value for other people…and thats how you either get a job, or create a new job where one didn’t exist before, and how you do cool things with your life, how you create meaning.
CONCLUSION:
Let me stress, I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know everything. No one does. IF SOMEONE TELLS YOU THEY HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS, THEY ARE TRYING TO SELL YOU SOMETHING.
In fact, I don’t even know if I have ANY answers. I highly doubt there is anything that is always right. I think maybe there are just certain facts that are more right than others at certain times in certain places.
I stand here on stage, a fucking star, telling you this is how it worked in my life: 1. I took risks and learned how to fail so I could develop courage, 2. I constantly questioned why things were the way they were to understand life and didn’t accept bullshit answers, and 3. I worked my ass off to make myself into who I wanted to be.
I’m simply trying to teach you what no one else has: How you can find the answers that make sense for you on your own. College isn’t teaching you this. Your parents aren’t teaching you how to think. They want you to just follow the rules, to do the same things everyone else does, because thats what they did. They don’t know how to think, because they never have. If they did, they’d have taught you, and you’d be prepared for your life, and you wouldn’t need to listen to some asshole tell you this.
Here’s the thing: No ones going to do this for you. No one is going to hold your dick for you while you piss. The world is a cold, hard, uncaring place, and your parents and institutions have failed you. You can make a life, or you can just follow the rules, and become just another zombie. If you want to live a meaningful life, if you want to be the best version of yourself possible, you can. Its not too late, but what happens with your life is up to you.
Thank you.