You know how some people are about America - “Great country but it’s full of Americans”. I think the same logic can be applied to Twitter - “Great platform but it’s full of Twitterers”.
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Stupid is:
Running a 16km race having done absolutely no training.
Idiotic is:
Not learning from stupid and 3 weeks later running a 15km with no training.
Brain Dead is:
Coming Soon.
Naked makes us feel uncomfortable and we are a country that hates feeling uncomfortable. It is why we skulk away whenever anyone whips out the race card and why we scream pornography everytime someone shows a boob, a bum or a well-groomed tarantula.
Twitter, for me, is like Heat Magazine without the pictures.
I haven’t made a single resolution this year. Not one. I think I deserve a huge pat on the back. Instead of setting myself up for inevitable failure I’ve embraced the unknown.
Normally, on the 1st of January, I sit myself down and come up with a few stress-inducing yearly guidelines. I’ve found, after years of repetition, that I initially measure myself and my success against others’ achievement-rulers.
Obviously I have, for the longest time, had absolutely no idea what’s important to me. What do I regard as success? Is it A: buckets of money, B: fame, C: having consistently great hair, D: something more or E: none of the above?
On some level not attempting to stick to stupid, sorry to those who made them, measures of yearly success is liberating.
This year I’m skinny-dipping in the universe and I don’t care who sees me.