I take a lady out for dinner the other day and when she goes to the lady’s room I sit back and look around. I see people who think they’re being watched. They dress in a way that gives the impression they clearly want to give. (Read This: Life is One Big Status Quo)
They’re actors without an audience.
They carry themselves not in a relaxed manner, but in a way that gives me the impression that they think they’re going to be surrounded by paparazzi any minute now.
I see it again this evening as I’m in Costco of all places. People aren’t being themselves, they’re either conforming or trying so hard not to that they just look ridiculous. Of course, me watching them makes their behaviour true.
But is it good? Fuck no.
You’re not on a TV show. You’re not being watched by anyone you should act differently for because there is no one you should act differently for.
Ladies, you’re not on a runway in Paris. Fellas, who knows what the fuck you’re thinking, rolling your sleeves halfway up your arms to show that first part of the tattoo you got to fit an image that won’t get you a job but, in this fucked up society, may actually get you laid.
Watch people. Pay attention to them. Maybe you’re one of them. I know I’ve been one of them at times in my life, consumed with what others think so much so that it effects how I dress and walk and communicate. It’s fucked!
This couldn’t have existed pre reality TV era, it makes no sense, yet when you walk the streets all you see are people who think they’re being watched, they think their ‘big break’ could come any minute and instead of working they put all of their time and money into creating an image that is nowhere near who they actually are.
That babe that will do anything to look perfect all the time, as soon as the doors close in her home is sitting on the pooper and letting them rip. The fella who acts nothing like a fella, without a hair not purposefully out of place, goes home and cries himself to sleep.
Image is nothing. Yet everyone seems to think it’s everything.
We act; we don’t live.
We adjust who we are naturally to somehow fit the mould we think others want.
We’re vain beyond belief and everything we want in life has to do with image, not content of character nor toughness of spirit.
We do this because we can. We live in such a safe society, one where every man isn’t required to go defend the borders of the town nor even defend the borders of his own land if he doesn’t want it. In fact, our governments are trying to take that right away from us and give it completely to the 15-minute response time police, God bless them, but the shotgun under my bed or the bow and arrow above my mantle or the 120 pound Dogo Argentino or the fists God gave me with greet the prick who breaks into my house before the phone can be dialled.
We fret over what we wear because we live in a society without urgency. Death is so far away and bodily harm so unlikely and our freedoms willingly handed over to a government in the name of safety that we could give a fuck about life, about what it means and how to live a flourishing one, that we can worry about what we wear and how we look!
You’re different, please be.
Or at least see this flaw in yourself, looking around to see who’s watching, adjusting how you stand or how you talk or how you walk because you think there are eyes on you.
Eyes on your don’t matter.
You cannot be a slave to another, only to yourself, and by giving others this power you’re willingly enslaving yourself. (Read This: Are You a Slave or a Free Man?)
Be cognoscente of it.
Be aware of who’s in control, you or them?
And for fuck’s sake get away from the TV. Immerse yourself in books, in action, in life, not sitting in front of that time-sucker that, along with social media, has created the weakest generation in our history as humans, suckers on the tit of society who’s sense of entitlement is only outdone by their weakness.
Man up.
You’re not being watched.
Live your life how you want to live it, true to what your soul begs you to pursue, your ambition.
Hustle.
God bless.
About The Author
Chad Howse: Chad’s mission is to get you in the arena, ‘marred by the dust and sweat and blood’, to help you set and achieve audacious goals in the face of fear, and not only build your ideal body, but the life you were meant to live. He’ll give you the kick in the ass needed to help you live a big, ambitious life.
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