I’ve heard it all before, “I can’t,” “I give up,” “You win,” and my personal favorite, “I won’t even try.” What the hell is wrong with you, you loser?! Didn’t your mother ever teach you that no one likes a quitter? If she hasn’t, then she failed as a mother and deemed you an underachiever who will probably never amount to anything except VIP treatment in a loser’s lounge.
Why should anyone feel sorry for you? You’re doing a damn good job of that, yourself.
**Real talk** If the most faith you have in yourself is the belief that you will never achieve any greater success than counting the fart bubbles you produce in your bathtub, then you might as well pull the plug on that dirty water and go down the drain right along with it.
Where is your commitment to yourself? I’m talking about the [self] commitment of amounting to something greater than what you’re already not. Are you so satisfied with being a nobody whose going nowhere quickly, except home to mommy and daddy, that you’re willing to let your life pass you by? If that’s the most you can offer yourself, then you are consciously giving up a better life here on this crappy planet because you’re too blinded to see the view beyond your mom’s basement apartment window. It’s time to dig your way out that barrel and find out what all the other crabs are getting into when they aren’t being captured on beaches and steamed and sold to the highest paying corporate job fish market.
Sooner or later, you’ll need to stand on top of that express check-out counter, where you usually and most graciously accept your customer’s EBT cards, hold that brown paper bag proudly over your head and say to the masses, “I am greater than minimum wage!” Then quit your job before your boss has security tackle you to the ground and take away your store discount credit. After you’ve polished off the last of that 40oz Old English and buried your sorrows somewhere inside that bloated pot belly of yours, you’ll realize that a change is necessary. And if that final gross belch doesn’t wake you up, perhaps the piercing shriek of your mother’s war cry will when you come home with no paycheck and tell her you’ve been fired for quitting on company’s time. She’ll call you every name in the book from a trifling nobody to a HOMELESS trifling nobody who couldn’t keep a job bagging groceries for people who only come to your check-out lane to feel better about themselves.
The bottom line is you can’t quit something you’re too chicken sh*tted to start. You can have a better life. Dead end jobs are so yesterday. Living at home with your parents is so 80’s. Step into the new millenium. Find out what you’re worth. Get laid a little. Find out what getting laid is worth.
The moral is if you accept defeat before you even get into the game, you’ll always find yourself at the starting point when everyone else has humped their way to victory with a water-based lube. Do you really want to be the only dry virgin waiting at the starting line when everyone else has experienced their climax several times and moved on to the next big thing? If you’re afraid to crawl from beneath that rock and head on over to the boom boom room, then you deserve to be living in a basement. Quitters never win for a damn reason and the only critters who should feel sorry for your ass are the roaches you board as roommates for taking up their space in the dark.
Normally I would end by saying that 90% of any effort is getting started. However in this case, it’ll probably take more effort to finish doing the nothing you started out with while everything else passes you by.
Quote of the week: “Procrastination is suicide on an installment plan.”