You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch.
Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.
You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. You personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.
If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.
Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.
Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.
To prove my loyalty to the greatest car manufacturer to ever exist, Audi, that is, I turned down an easy 9. He was just shy of a 10 but he lacked that super defined jaw line I love so much, he had a good jaw line but it wasn’t as strong as I would like it to be. Anyways, so I was just moseying my way over to Lili’s house when I noticed I should fill up at the chevron right near her house. I pulled in and every spot was taken except for one so I pulled around a large truck and a fucking SUBARU took it from me, the eye contact I made with him was powerful. Then I noticed I could back into a different spot so I then proceeded. I got out of my car and overheard this guy sitting on the hood of his car across from me say, “dang this girls cute huh?” So obviously I had to turn around to see if I was the cute girl, like a real human thinks I’m cute?! It can’t be true. Then I realized he was talking about me and I freaked out because he was mad fine himself. I shot him back a half smile to let him know like, hey I’m single, I think you’re single, you’re hot, I’m cute, we should maybe get to talking and exchange contact info blah blah blah marriage. I then started to open my gas tank and looked up and noticed he was driving a MERCEDES. The biggest boner breaker. If it was any other car it would have happened. (Except a piece of shit valued under $5,000, I’m not materialistic!). By the end of my thirsty Audi’s fill up he started small talk and before I responded to anything, I just said “you drive a Mercedes, I’m not interested.” Slammed my door and then sped off. I overheard his friend grunting something along the lines of “ooooh damn that’s cold brotha”
So Audi, my dear dear Audi, I gave up a dime piece to ensure my loyalty to your company, could I get the R8 GT shipped to my house sometime this week? I have the colors I want already picked out. You let me know!