25/100: Rant

Day 25: This is a chance for you to let go. What is one product or thing that you hate with a passion, and why do you hate it? Do you feel more confident writing now that you have a particular target in mind? Length: 500 Words

I know, I know...I've abandoned this for a while.  Instead of making it to 100 days of anything, I dropped off at 25.  I literally couldn't even make it a quarter of the way there. Honestly, it's not realistic these days as life tends to get in the way more often than it used to.  That's not a bad thing, because life is fairly grand right now, but can also get a bit draining when you have an urge to create and your schedule doesn't always seem to want to allow it.  So here, we've arrived at the rant: 500 words of something I hate.  Which, in all honesty, was a reasonable place to halt me in my tracks, because I don't really hate anything. Though, I will proceed to describe something that has recently gotten under my skin to the point of extreme frustration.


"You Can't Do That."

What? Go fuck yourself. Seriously. Go down to the river, find a nice little quiet spot, somewhere romantic and tranquil, a peaceful place, then bend yourself over, stick a dildo up your ass, or any other hole you're able to find down there, and fuck yourself. Make it violent. Don't hold back. Do it until you bleed, then continue to fuck yourself until chaffing sounds like a pleasant sensation.  Afterwards, proceed to jump in the river and drown yourself. That way, I never have to hear your bullshit negativity again.

I can't do that? I can't do, what? Go back to school? Move my happy ass to Amsterdam? Hike to the summit of Kilimanjaro?  Fuck you. It's my life and I can do whatever the hell I want.

I know...aggressive. I get it. However, I've worked too hard in my life and taken too many risks and chances to know that I can do whatever I put my mind to. I'm a dreamer, I'll admit, but I tend to follow through on my dreams, at least the ones that really matter. Those dreams have gotten me this far, and I have to say, I'm pretty damn happy with the results. Life has never been easy for me. Things come my way because at some point, I decided I was going to accomplish something wild and unprecedented among my friends and peers. Some of those friends told me I was crazy, that I would fail. And in some ways, I did. I failed at first, but kept picking myself back up until I found my way. That's life, and my life has made me a better person for it.

Recently, I've been thinking about the career I've begun to build and what's really important to me. Currently, I work in an agency that build digital experiences. My role here deals significantly with the connections people are making with technology and how they behave and interact with technological growth. Psychology and understanding those behaviors are a huge part of my job, and in many instances, a part of my role that I have to guess at. It's actually fairly fascinating to explore people's relationships with technology and use those insights to build experiences with psychological markers in mind. This has led me to consider the option of returning back to school, specifically for a Masters or even a Doctorate in Psychology with a focus on innovational impacts.  And recently, I was told by someone close to me that I couldn't do this, that it was unrealistic. Never-mind that it could open the door to a world of new opportunities. Fascinating ones, at that.

Don't tell me I can't do something. Don't tell me I'm incapable or that it's unrealistic, because I will work even harder to make it happen. I will prove you wrong. I will carve my own path. Either support me, or stay out of my way. I have no room for negativity in this life. Not anymore. End rant.