Weird
Yesterday’s post makes a lot of sense to me, but I can see why a lot of people think it’s weird as hell.
That's fine, I like weird.
It’s a bit weird, and I guess more than anything else, it’s a demonstration of unfiltered writing. I’m trying my hardest to be unfiltered in my writing. Just expressing myself and completely removing my mental threshold that filters out “what’s worthy of posting” from “what’s unworthy.”
That might not be a good way to put it. But what I’m getting at is this: most people have too high standards for the things they say or write. And not out of an artistic standpoint, though that’s what they tell themselves. No, it comes from fear.
What I posted yesterday I might have written a few months ago, but back then I probably wouldn’t have posted it.
Who cares if I think it’s weird? I like weird. Maybe someone else likes weird too.
Too many people don’t say what they have to say, because they fear what people might think of them.
I don’t blog for applause. I blog for personal expression. Turns out, quite a few people seem to like my ideas. I appreciate the applause, when it’s there. But the show doesn’t stop if the applause goes away.
I don’t write because I have a need to assert myself, or impose myself on others.
Most of the writing I see out there is covered with a thick layer of slimy ego. It’s all just a desperate attempt to assert ego.
Look at me! I am a unique special butterfly! Look at these new ideas! Aren’t I cool?
Anyway. Whatever. I don’t mind. If I did I would be in a mental institution by now, considering that’s exactly what people do in conversation also.
Another interesting point is that this process of becoming more “unfiltered” is exactly what most men need to do to become more attractive to women.
If you want to date more and hotter women, you can’t talk to women and constantly judge what you have to say before it comes out of your mouth. Guys say that they run out of things to say, but the real problem is that they have a real high standard -- a completely arbitrary, based-on-nothing-except-fear standard -- that deems everything that pops up into their head to be unworthy of expression.
I think of it like this: if it’s in my head, it’s probably there for a reason. If I don’t express it, it will stay there and decay and clog up the pipes. Not expressing myself makes me dumber.
I think expressing yourself and not giving a shit what happens next is one of the Great Big Secrets to happiness. You’ll discover why when you start doing it.
Or, as Krishna put it: “Act, but do not reflect on the fruit of the act.”
Allegedly. I don’t know. Someone else probably made that up. I wasn’t there.