3 Reasons You Should Never Believe In The Conventions Of A Life Journey

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If you read my blog posts already…then…you know who I am and what I do.

Privy to your knowledge will be the conspicuous fact that my “Articles”…are usually pretty long (I prefer to think them as ramblings)

Time is my enemy…so this attempt to prove the above title heading…is with just 3 salient bullet points…for a change.

Trying new things…spicing things up…I’m calling it…a little…writer…sutra.

Incase you are new to me…then…I can’t stand convention…unless it is critically…clinically backed as science for necessity…e.g…you drive an artic over a leg and it’s going to break…so…don’t let an artic drive over your leg.

I’m good with stuff like that…no issues.

What I don’t tolerate are the conventions set by modern society…when pigeonholing and sub-sectioning us into our different categories…dimensions…and designs.

This is why you can throw the normalities out my friends.

1.

When I went to school…and college…my worst subject was science….hated them all…despised them…Biology…Physics…Chemistry…didn’t put any effort in whatsoever and I had no care in the world.

Now i’m 32 in 19 days…my life is science…and has been for the last 7 or 8 years.

2.

When I went to school I chose Latin as my second language…because…at the time I was smart.

Didn’t want to learn any other language and discovered they had phased latin out of the GCSE exams…but still had to offer it as an option.

This meant for 2 or 3 years I studied it with no possibility of  having to take a test at the end.

Never ever put any effort in…found it ridiculously boring…never bothered…and finished without a flipping scooby doo.

Today…literally…I had to write up notes…as normal…with words like retinaculum…temporalis….pes anserinus…and splenius cervicis…to name a few…as my second language.

3.

I led a little bit of a wild life and worked job to job until I was 24 going on 25.

Always started as the model employee going beyond the call of duty…then…just…lost interest as the mind numbing robotic regime was tried to be forced and implemented on me.

I’d end up sat there going wow…is this me…for the rest of my life…this bullshit?

One day…I stood up…walked out of a job…and said time to follow my heart.

To this day…the people that say I’ve affected or changed their life for the positive betterment…usually also say…they respect me for 99% of the things each and every  single one of those jobs….wanted me to change about the most deepest parts of myself.

The moral of my story is…never aim for the perfect story…there’s no beauty in it.

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