Why just “being you” will never be good enough

6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person

In the link above, I feel I may have found the middle-aged, male version of myself. In this piece for Cracked, comedy/horror writer David Wong, explains why simply “being you” isn’t good enough.

Oh, you’re a nice guy? You’re an honest person? You have an inherent sense of empathy? Well that’s all good and dandy, but no one gives a shit about who you are — they only care about what you do and what you can do for them.

As Wong puts it (and apparently also Jesus): who you are “is the metaphorical dirt from which your fruit grows.” And no one cares about your dirt. Wong argues that our self worth is measured only by the things we produce to satisfy the needs of others — our fruit. If you have no fruit, you have nothing, and to the outside world, you are nothing.

Wong takes the complaint “being good guy isn’t good enough” and utterly destroys it. No one cares how good of a person you are or how pure your heart is or how much you “care.” What are you doing in your life to prove you possess all these self-proclaimed character traits? What are you doing to prove you’re a “good guy” other than sitting on your ass in your crap apartment and not being a nuisance to society? Being a “good guy” should never be enough for anyone. No one should sell themselves so short. Also, a note from me, not Wong: If you actually have to tell yourself you’re a good person, you’re doing it wrong.

Another key point Wong makes is that misery is comfortable and happiness takes effort. You hate yourself because you don’t do anything, but you don’t do anything because you’re scared of rejection, of failure, of putting yourself out there at the risk of being shot down. Doing nothing is easier. Being miserable and cursing at the mirror every morning is easier. This is why you dig for excuses not to change. This is why you criticize the work and accomplishments of others who are clearly happier than you. This is why you suck and need to make a change.

*note: If you lack the attention span to read Wong’s entire article, skip to No. 2 on the second page.

SeaWorld’s Popularity Tanks As ‘Blackfish’ Documentary Makes A Splash

SeaWorld’s Popularity Tanks As ‘Blackfish’ Documentary Makes A Splash

What’s more assured is that, in an era of increasing corporate dominance, a low-budget investigative work can still send shock waves through an established corporation with a once pristine reputation. “SeaWorld used to be the darling of the media,” said Kirby.

“Blackfish” seems to have taken its place.

 

Gabriela Cowperthwaite is one of my heroes. One day I hope to make an Earth shattering documentary like “Blackfish.” 

Happy tears

I have experienced more fear, sadness, stress, confusion and hopelessness in the last week than I have in my entire life. But today, my feelings of hope and joy are surmounting all of that.

Since Dec. 23, my family and I have been dragged along a devastating emotional journey that led to us cherishing every short moment we had with my dad. We didn’t think we had much time. At one point, I didn’t think I’d ever get to speak to him again or even see him open his eyes.

The news that came today changed everything. That one infinitely minute outcome — so minute it hadn’t even been listed as a possibility — was ours. And though my dad still has a long battle against cancer ahead of him, at least now we know he’ll have time to fight it.

In the 11 days my dad has spent in the hospital, I felt like I was hit by a train at least 11 times. Even today’s good news has left me exhausted. The idea of my dad having less than a month to live sunk in so deeply that the opposite seems almost impossible. But I’ll take it.

My dad should be coming home from Moffitt tomorrow or next the day. Not with Hospice, but with hope. The Christmas present I never thought he’d be able to open is still waiting for him under the tree. And I can’t wait to watch him tear the paper off.