You like it.
You like to do the same thing over and over and get the same bullshit result while pretending you have absolutely no clue whats going on.
Pretending you’re dumb makes it infinitely easier to repeat your mistakes.
Pretending you’re ‘learning’ makes it easy, too.
- “I gotta gather all the data.”
- “I need more information.”
- “I must make sure it’s verfied information from people who are certified by powerful entities.”
- “I need every book and blog article and youtube video before I take action.”
- “Maybe after five fucking years of research, I’ll finally make a move.”
Sabotage yourself more and you can have a reason to be lazy, shiftless, lost, and dumb.
Feels good, right?
The pressure of having to take action is lifted from your shoulders.
Your mind diestracted by something that LOOKS important, but never will be.
Your friends go along with it…they need bullshit excuses for themselves, too.
They don’t care that your excuses are self-sabotage and the manifestation of your own weakness and fear.
CRABS IN A BUCKET DOING A LITTLE CRAB DANCE IN AN INFINITE CIRCLE OF NOTHING.
Notice it in the world around you.
People talking about “I always wanted to start XYZ business….I always wanted to travel to ABC place…I’ve been ‘struggling’ to get in shape…”
Why do the work when the excuses are sooooo available?
CRAB DANCE ACTIVATE.
I love it.
The more you FAIL…the more space I have to WIN.
Unless you’re a student, you better believe that I’m going to just automatically agree with you.
YOU: “Gee man I dunno…it’s seems really hard to get in shape and I don’t even know where to start.”
ME: “Wow. Yeah man…It seems impossible…It’s so hard to get in shape…I blame it on the fast food industry…It’s not YOUR fault…”
Translation…
YOU: “I really know that in order to get in shape I need to buy products that allow me to do that faster and take actions that allow me to recomposition my body…but it’s going to take a lot of work, and I don’t really want to do that work, plus I’m afraid that I’ll do all this work and the result will never come.”
ME: “I don’t give a shit. I won’t force you to get your fat ass in gear. So keep fucking around with booze, and drugs, and pizza, and cigarettes…I’m doing great. I chose the path of greater resistance and ultimately found my way. I have no real personal beneficial reason to pull you out of your own challenges. I also know you want me to crab dance with you. Fuck that. Not interested.”
Suppressing your anger and converting it into apathy does you no fucking good.
Dial in hard.
Create what you came to create.
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