Perpetual Adolescence

Something strange to notice these days, is how much time young adults spend trying to remain in their adolescence. A record number of young adults or choosing to remain living at home with their parents, or living with roommates into their thirties. While some of these people have good jobs and contribute at home; not their home, but their parents home, many of them eke out an existence working at a Starbucks or similar coffee shop, or in a music store. They tend to have useless degrees as well, such as sociology, associates level psychology, or the dreaded gender studies. These are expensive courses that put people in terrible that while not preparing them financially to pay that debt back.

These are the people you see protesting all the time. They join groups like Antifa and travel around the country, unwashed and angry. They’ve got the time for it, because they’re not working an actual job. They tend to be very aggressive toward those that promote the STEM fields in school, and try to surround themselves with people much younger than them, more impressionable. 

Psychologist and cultural critic Jordan Peterson calls this a Peter Pan existence. This title makes sense. Peter didn’t want to grow up, and despised anyone who did. Captain Hook was the specter of adulthood, with the crocodile constantly chasing him, ticking, ticking, constantly ticking. A literal form of mortality. Time had already gotten a taste for him, and wanted the remainder.

Isn’t that just how it is though? We spend every day heading toward the end, inevitable and inexorable. We don’t get a choice in it, and yet, among the generation known as millennials, there is an idea that you can remain young until you suddenly wither and die. 

These are people for whom, when they reach their thirties and finally have to open themselves up to reality, things are going to be much harder because of the years they have wasted thinking that they are the ones that know better. These are people who are going to be bitter, angry, frustrated that their reward for trying to change the course of the country will be laboring until their final day.

Those of you who are reading this and have escaped that fate, good for you. Those of you who are reading this, however, and are still paying money into a course that’s only going to teach you how to divide people up into groups, get out before it’s too late. You deserve better, and so do the people around you.

There’s nothing that says personal responsibility better than piloting your life in a direction that’s not going to hurt yourself or those around you.

I’m Not With Kap.

In this post, I make the assumption that you already know what’s going on with Colin Kaepernick.

In recent news, there’s been a bit of drama unfolding over the state of Colin Kaepernick’s unemployment. Apparently, no teams will take him. Word is that coaches fear that he will continue to bring his brand of protesting to their field, and possibly break up their locker room chemistry with his opinions.

They fear that they have a lot to lose by hiring him, while not gaining a very valuable player. He’s kind of a hybrid quarterback, rather than an offensive pocket passer. Imagine that. Offensive off the field instead of on it.

Besides that, no one hears him talk about wanting to work. It is instead other people who want him to work. They want someone famous and black(ish) to kneel during the anthem, and get paid to disrespect this country. They want a figurehead to point to when no one will listen.

This one man circus act is indicative of a larger problem with today’s youth, particularly the college age people I’m seeing these days who are unemployed, or not employable. These people are young, but think that they know everything. They are entitled, while they have contributed little.

It is, at its core, a personal issue. These people feel that they can bring their opinions and their drama and their politics to their place of work, and feel that it should be okay to telegraph their issues to everyone they encounter. Moreover, many of them, never having been properly scolded while growing up, now feel that it is an injustice when they are stymied or stifled. Walk into a Whole Foods wearing a Trump hat, and wait for the employee that feels he can lecture you on politics instead of doing his job. These are the same people that would call it a micro aggression when I said ‘his job’.

I hate to be a bearer of ill will, but I hope that Colin Kaepernick does not find a place within an NFL team. I hope he serves as an example to those who feel that they can use their job as a platform for their various idiosyncrasies. It’s time for professionalism to come back.

Crabs in a Bucket

Society holds itself down while it has a hissy fit over things that don’t matter.

Have you ever heard of the term “Crabs in a bucket”?

It describes the practice of crabbers placing freshly caught crabs on their backs into the bucket, legs in the air. They do this because any crab that attempts to escape the bucket will be held down by the groping appendages of the crabs underneath it. An otherwise successful escape foiled by one’s own peers.

It sounds funny and counter-intuitive. What animal bent on survival could ever be caught in such a trap, that a trapper would think of this as a solution?

I give you, modern man.

Some of you may be reading this asking if I’ve just assumed your gender.

Crab, meet bucket.

Yes, today’s trend of looking for problems where there are none is an example of the crab bucket trap. While you’re so busy taking down your fellow man, others are moving closer and closer to success in their lives.

Have you ever seen what happens when somebody grows up in the ghetto and attempts to move out and make better of his or her life? It’s amazing how quickly that person’s peers develop an attitude toward them. Chris Rock said it best when it comes to a black man trying to make his life better. I don’t think I need to quote it, I’m pretty sure you already know what it says.

Despite it being 2017, people still get this attitude. Look at Bryant Gumbel. He gets called in Uncle Tom by his own “community”, because he doesn’t act the way rap music videos would suggest he should. Let’s go even further. This Group of activists called black lives matter is following the same pattern as the KKK, even going so far as to attempt to segregate black people from white people. Weren’t we as humans supposed to be moving forward, not backward?

It goes even further. In Canada, a person can now be fined for calling somebody by the wrong gender. Now you might think that’s pretty simple. See a woman call her ma’am. See a man, call him Sir. Oh, if only it were that simple. Not only do some men get to identify as women, and women get to identify as man, but the community that has caused this madness continues to add more and more varying degrees of gender to their repertoire. Xir, Xur, Zir, Zer, Zur, the list goes on, and you can be fined for mishandling any of them. By the way, my AutoCorrect went insane on me during all of that.

It’s 2017. We should know better than to allow this childish behavior.

Gender fluidity, gender queerness, or even being trans racial. People are finding too many ways to get offended and is too many ways to whore for attention.

Don’t even get me started on otherkin.

 

Insanity like this is causing progress as a society to grind to a halt, while we coddle the feelings of the worst of us. Selfish, childish people are being given places of authority that they simply do not deserve. When the inmates run the asylum, what are the rest of us to do? People like Lena Dunham, an admitted child molester, are given places of cultural influence, where their mental frailty is wielded against an audience of millions, and the mentally ill among them are emboldened by what they see.

The rest of us are being told to simply look on and embrace this brand of progress. Anyone who tries to better himself(I assumed his gender) must first assimilate, or be trampled under the weight(often literally) of various shades of ally who come to ensure that the new wave of fascism is given its due.

In this new age of identity politics, no one gets by on their merits any more. You need to fit into a prescribed box, and hope that you’ve picked the right(left) one.

Meritocracy needs to make a comeback. Your work should be more valuable in the market than your identity. You are more than just your race or gender.

You can McFeast in Valhalla

This might be a long one. I’m also trying a new format, where I link to the things I’m referencing.

There’s an ever-growing and obnoxious subgroup of people. They walk around looking tired or stressed, and will tell anyone around them that they only slept two hours last night, or that they didn’t even sleep at all. In a group, they compete over who has worked the most hours on the least sleep. I’ve done it before. I once stayed up for six days straight(working a night shift at a prison). By night four, I was pouring an entire 80 Hour Energy(citrus-y heaven in a bottle) into a Mountain Dew twice a night. The flavor alone could wake the dead. I called my Sergeant at 3 AM on night seven, because I had begun hallucinating. I was seeing cat people wandering the pods. I had been the first book in the Tide Lords series, by Jennifer Fallon, and apparently the slave race in that book had embedded itself in my mind.

I digress. I was running on caffeine, yes, but I was also sustained by the knowledge that others knew the sacrifice I was making of my relationship with sleep. Look what I’m doing for my professional life, at the expense of my health. It’s fairly childish, along the lines of twice-as-much-in-the-same-place, uphill-both-ways. It’s kind of jumped the shark, too. More and more, people are complaining about that person. Not only do they not want to be compared to that person by the company, but they don’t want to deal with that person either.

This Wakeful Warrior tends to survive on caffeine and junk food. They run to McDonald’s or the local gas station, or, if they can’t leave the premises, the vending machines will have to suffice. Rarely do you see this person bring a lunch from home. They’re too busy hustling. While their health declines, though, their profits don’t often go up in a commensurate manner. That’s okay. Sleep is for the weak. They’ll McFeast in Valhalla.

Thing is, balance is what’s necessary. Many millionaires will tell you that they did work harder or longer than the average person, but not by much. Their work/life balance was still in order. Listen to the Dave Ramsey Show long enough, and you’ll find that he talks to a lot of millionaires who made it theirs through consistency, rather than destroying their body or mind for it. People making 60K a year as a couple. Ordinary people.

In Bronnie Ware’s Regrets of the Dying, in which she has spent years speaking to those on their deathbed, it is notable that Working Too Much is second only to Living to the Expectations of Others. Oddly enough, the two go hand in hand.

That guy at the office, talking about how little sleep he’s working on, or how many doubles he’s done this week, seems to be fishing for compliments. Or sympathy. He’s trying to outshine everyone else’s expectations of themselves. He’s trying to outrun the company’s expectations of him. If he were only doing it for himself, he wouldn’t talk about it every day. He’ll be lucky if he gives himself time to regret it.

I’m currently experiencing my own state of cognitive dissonance in the wake of my recent job loss. My wife decided to go out and find herself a job that exactly replaces the wages lost from mine, and it’s a cushy one, too. She decided it was high time that I stayed home and got a few books written while I keep the house up. I want to do that, and plan on taking advantage of it, but the role I’ve played for so long and the expectations of those around me are causing me to be irrational about the situation. I need to stay focused on what’s best in the long run, as my writing will likely yield far more than any job I could get.

In the long run.

Here’s hoping I can find some balance.

For now, I’m signing off.

On Motivation

Most people think they know their motivation. Do you?

What motivates you?

Motivation is not just a buzzword. Your motivation is a deeply personal thing that only you truly know. You might not even know what it is, and this lack of knowledge could be what keeps you from reaching your true potential.

These days, in the United States, it seems like most people are motivated by bills, and keeping up with the joneses. There is such a desire to look successful even when you’re not, that people will work miserable jobs, long hours, and have an overall unfulfilling life.

When these people were in elementary school, and the teacher asked what they want to do, how likely is it that one of them said, ” I want to watch my hours burn away in a mailroom, and then working in front of a fryer, while my friendships erode around me”

More likely they said they want to be a firefighter or a police officer or a doctor. More likely their answers were rooted in the desire to do a job they’d enjoy rather than the desire to pay the bills using the job as a vehicle.

Are you doing what you like right now? If not, are you pointed in that direction?

You ought to be. If you hate your job, your free time ought to be spent finding a new one. A more fulfilling one. Maybe even a career. Your free time could be used to make yourself better for the life you want. School, or online coding classes, anything that will help you become the person you want to be.

I’ve found my motivation. My motivation is joy. Over the next few years, you’ll learn more about me, and you’ll see why it took three decades to figure this out, and why it’s such a revelation to me.

Until then, go seek out your motivation.