All of the below - Courtesy, the Middle Finger Project.
Have you ever been told you’re being irrational?
Gnarl. Growl. Roar. Pout. Stomp. Pound fists. On Table. Pound Head. Against Wall.
You take a deep breath. Inside your head, your brain is frantically yelling, “Ignore! Ignore! Ignore!” with flashing red lights and screechy alarms sirening, a la Spaceballs abandon ship scene. (Best movie ever, by the way.)
It hurts when they tell you that your dreams are irrational.
As a matter of fact, it hurts so much that it makes you want to unleash your inner Donkey Kong and start heaving gigantic barrels all over the place. As a matter of fact, it hurts SO much that after you heave a few good barrels, you’ll be tempted to go dead lift some oversized rocks to get your mind off things. As a matter of fact, it hurts SO, SO much, that after you do all of that, you’ll probably be even more angry, because not only is your ego wounded, but now your toe is, too, because you know you definitely dropped that rock right on your foot.
Yet, no matter how angry you get, you still bite your tongue. You wish they’d bite theirs.
You remind yourself that they’re probably just looking out for you. They care about you. They don’t want to see you make a mistake. Or, fill-in-the-blank with the plethora of reasons you can use to try and validate their less-than-supportive remarks, so you can keep sane & and carry on.
And that’s effective for, oh….approximately 4.7 seconds.
But then suddenly it hits you.
Oh, god.
What if they’re …… right?
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For more excruciating insight from Ashley Ambirge, visit http://www.themiddlefingerproject.org/being-logical-vs-being-rational-and-why-the-difference-matters/
Monday, November 1, 2010
How were you born?
This, an amazing perspective and gets you glued. That's what I call transformation. To being.
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