Is it a sickness?

So don’t you just hate being told what to do?  I do.  It drives me crazy.  I’m really odd about it.  I can’t stand being told what to do.

One example which might seem unusual is that I hate those inspirational quotes which say:

Go out there and make the most of your life!


I take it as an accusation and an instruction and I hate both.  You can’t tell me what to do, mother f.  So don’t even try.  How you you know I’m not already making the most of my life, you presumptuous p**ck.  So f off, and take your inspiration with you.

I don’t like pushiness.  I do not respond well to being pushed.

Another example is that when, say, you are running a race, and people shout encouragement?  I really don’t like that.  They shout: go on!  Keep going!

It drives me insane.  It makes me want to sit down in protest, to spite them.

I think it’s a sickness.  What do you think?  I’m definitely not normal.



I have no prospects.  What does that even mean?  I’ve decided to be cheerful about it.

I had no prospects when I was ten, and it didn’t bother me.  I had a skateboard and a doll house, and some pens and pencils and toy cars, and that was plenty.


So, just kiss and be happy, is what I say.


Go ride your bike, or have a laugh with your friend,

Lillypad leap wps

Or eat some chocolate or some cake,


Or read a book, alone or with a friend,


Just remember to have fun.  Prospects don’t matter if you live in the present.


Make love not money


I’m tired of “money”.  Not that I’m above money, or swimming in it.  No, I’m just tired of everybody acting like the universe revolves around money, the making of and accumulation of, money.


If money is so great, all I really have to do is stop spending it, right.  Then I’d always have it.


I’m tired of seeing “I turned ***-***-* into a business” or “How I learned to make money doing ****”


I don’t like what it does to me.  It makes me ask myself: why didn’t you do that?


And one reasonable answer to this is: because my mind doesn’t constantly try to make money all the time.


It gets right into your psyche, so that it happens when you don’t realise it.  You’re doing something and a voice in your head says: hey, you could market this!  Make a bunch, sell it somewhere, get money!


And you say, yeah, I like money> and then you say, hang on, I don’t have time/resources/funding/opportunities/outlay/time what ever.


Money poisons us.  It makes us greedy, it makes us envious and jealous and selfish and it moves all your priorities (For example: I could make money? Yes, just kill that guy and we’re home free.  OK.)


You don’t want money.  Money is annoying.  There’s never enough of it and it’s no fun.  This world doesn’t need it, you don’t need it.  Don’t go following it off a cliff.  I mean, did you ever play the game of LIFE where you go into different corners of the world and either make money, or family, or have experiences?  And you get to the end of the game and you only got money?  Think about it.  It’s a metaphor for life.  You got to the end, and yeah, you got money, but the pursuit of money devoured your entire existence.  You did not fall in love, or go bungee jumping, or anything.