Let’s get this out the way: I’m going to use up my weekly quota of fucks in this post. It’s one of my favourite words to use. Although not always appropriate, the word fuck holds the greatest power in its four letters than any other word in the english vocabulary and can enforce any statement to the nth degree. There’s no denying that if you’ve the need to make a point, a well placed fuck will get you that much closer to making it. A point certainly gets made below through piece which offers some fucking good advice.
“Believe in your fucking self. Stay up all fucking night. Work outside of your fucking habits. Know when to fucking speak up. Fucking collaborate. Don’t fucking procrastinate. Get over your fucking self. Keep fucking learning. Form follows fucking function. A computer is a Lite-Brite for bad fucking ideas. Find fucking inspiration everywhere. Fucking network. Educate your fucking client. Trust your fucking gut. Ask for fucking help. Make it fucking sustainable. Question fucking everything. Have a fucking concept. Learn to take some fucking criticism. Make me fucking care. Use fucking spell check. Do your fucking research. Sketch some fucking ideas. The problem contains the fucking solution. Think about all the fucking possibilities.”
I won’t take credit for that piece of literacy but I will admit that it certainly made me sit up and reassess my current situation. What am I doing? Am I heading down the right path? Am I on route to achieving my goals? Should I change tact to reach them? Do I really like her? Is she worth the effort? Am I wasting her and my time?
This sort of introspection is needed as a man. It’s far to easy to get swept up in our day-to-day bullshit and often we need to say woah! and step back here for a second.
Give it some thought.
You stay classy,