Chicken Soup For The Soulless

I have to admit it… I’m totally digging that people have started trying to live up to the “Fuck It Principle.” Mostly, though, I’m glad that I am making progress in living up to FIP. I suppose everyone needs a guiding principle for their life, and FIP is mine. Mostly, my victories thus far have been minor… I’ve re-examined old habits and limitations, worked out the why and the logic I used to establish those habits, and broken out of them when they were limiting my life. Hell, that sounds all sciency and shit… basically, I stopped reasoning my way into not growing as a person.

Examples?

A few weeks ago, I hung out with internet people until the wee hours of the morning… I’d not hung out with people in that way since I was in the military, and even then I only did it under duress. It was… it was fun. Lots of fun. I’ve done late, and I’ve done drunk, but I’ve never done late and drunk with people I sort-of know.

Last week, for the first time in ever, I went out for drinks with people from work. Seems silly, I suppose, but I’ve always had this rule of not mixing work and my “social life.” Why? Some weird notion that mixing work and play would inevitably end with the moon colliding with the Earth, dinosaurs re-establishing dominance, and the Bible becoming literal truth. Really, though, it was loads of fun, and I’ve probably been missing out for years. Applied FIP 101.

Parties. Look… I’m still squirmy about inviting people into my house. I got so used to it being a (pardon the Superman reference) a fortress of solitude that I avoided people coming over. That’s changed… and generally, it’s a good time. Even with minor mishaps, it is still a good time.

That’s all minor, though. I found that while I was doing good on the superficial level, I was still not living up to FIP on the deeper, more fundamental level. What I mean is…

What? No. No, I’m not gay. I just dress gay for Rock Band. Jesus…

Anyway…

What I mean is, the whole school/job/retire/die progression doesn’t work for me. I don’t buy into it, I never have. Somehow, though, I fell into the routine. That’s not what WORKS for me, that’s not who I am, and that is assuredly NOT how I am going to live my life. I am a traveler. I am a mercenary. A job is meant to fuel my adventures, it isn’t way of life. I’d forgotten that.

How embarassing for me.

On the other hand, I’ve remembered now. FIP, FIP, motherfucking FIP. I love you, I hope people adopt you, because you ARE wonderful.

Yeah, yeah. Talk is cheap. Actions speak louder than words, right? I promise you action, as soon as can be arranged.

God, but life is fun when you are true to your nature.

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