just fucking do it already.

I don't usually like being around other people. I don't usually care

much for interacting with other people. For a long time, I sort of told myself

it was because I happened to be some sort of weirdo misanthrope, but after a

while I realized that I didn't actually hate anyone (in fact at the time I

found myself growing rather fond of a few select people) and that it was more

that the presence of this nagging, unshakable annoyance with the things you

have to keep track of, the things that you have to watch for, the things

that you have to BE when interacting with other human beings, that all of

this was just completely and absolutely tiring.

I hear people say things like, “there are people in this world who

prefer solitude, but there is no one who can withstand it,” as if being around

around other people is some sort of important prerequisite for existing; as if

it's something that you would die without, and this sort of assertion confuses

me greatly. Maybe I'm fucked in the head or something because I feel the

complete opposite. Being around others tires me greatly; having to empathize

with what they happen to be saying at that very moment, having to keep

track of what's socially acceptable, keeping in mind what is the “normal”

response to this arbitrary conversational fragment, what I should be doing

with my hands, my arms, my fucking feet while I am juggling these thoughts,

even what fucking facial expressions are appropriate to wear at this time,

this arbitrary moment, and after all of this repeat. If only god were merciful,

but sadly, there is no jump to coda here.

To be quite honest, it's absolutely baffling to me how other people DON'T find

all of this ridiculously tiring.

Yes, yes, I know it's a part of life. Yeah, yeah, I know I'm speaking

against the sun here. It's not like I'm expecting any of this to change; I

realize this is a part of being human and shit; I need to deal with it. It's

just one of those things in life you are never gonna enjoy but you have to

do anyway. One of those time you have to be a fucking adult, suck it up,

and deal with it.

So I do.

I have a problem I have to deal with.

I have something I have to do in order deal with this particular problem.

I do it.

Ok. Wham Bam, Thank You, Maam.

I mean, it makes sense right? You have a problem, you figure out how

to fix the problem, and you fucking fix it. Simple, right? I've probably

thought about this far more than would be deemed sane, and I've come to

the fairly quotidian conclusion that this simple, succinct method is the

best way to solve problems.

To me, it's obvious as fuck.

But to my surprise, this sort of thinking is fairly unique. I try my best to

keep an open mind about things I don't know shit about, so it is highly

probable that I'm just one weird fuck. Maybe for other people, this kind of

thinking is anything but trivial. Maybe this sort of approach is actually the

alien one; thus I don't want to make any unnecessary judgements.

So instead, I will just do my best to appeal to you:

Please, for the fucking love of god, just do it already.

Go make that beautiful sculpture.

Go paint the next Mona Lisa.

Go out and apply for that fucking job.

Go travel the world.

Go kayaking,

go mountain climbing,

go bobsledding,

go hiking,

go scuba diving,

go backpacking,

go motherfucking sky diving already, jesus.

Go build that fucking car you keep bitching about.

Go on that date with that girl you can't shut up about.

Go program the next open-source operating system.

Go build that monster stereo system,

go find a baby seal and adopt it,

go distill the whiskey of your dreams,

go learn to surf,

go eat a taco for the first time,

go start a clothing line,

go become the world's best light-bulb engineer,

go fucking do the thing you keep talking about doing;

just fucking go.

Maybe it's easier for me because I am some sort of weird fuck-up who

has no idea how to interact with real human beings, but that doesn't change the

fact that you are doing nothing but hurting yourself by sitting there, stagnant,

griping about the things that you “will” do, yet never doing them. So please,

for the love of god, do yourself a favor. Take that thing you keep talking

about and go fucking do it. Please. I promise it won't end up as bad as you

think it will. Yeah, you may fail a few times. Yeah, it may suck. But think of

it this way:

afterwards,

when all is said and done,

when you've given it the old college-go,

that maybe,

just maybe,

you may just happen to discover that,

shit,

it was worth it.