you get nothing without hard work
hanging out in bars is self-destructive
It was my birthday a couple of days ago ~ another year older and deeper into lockdown. Given the premise that this is a new age for me I’ve decided to give myself a complete makeover. And I mean doing it all for myself because there’s nobody to do it for me ~ and anything someone else does for you never lasts. Any real and beneficial change I want to make has to come from within.
This makeover will be directed at significant improvements of my body, mind, emotions, and spirit. It’s also going to include looking better and having a much nicer, kinder, more effective, and more likable persona.
The truth is that I started this big self-improvement programme just after Christmas when I gave up alcohol. If you drink, smoke, take drugs, gamble, or suffer from any of the other life-destroying addictions, then the first step on any self-improvement / self-development / makeover is to quit your addiction(s). And trust me, if you do drink, smoke, take drugs, (including stuff like Xanax), or gamble ~ then you are addicted. (The list of life-destroying things people can become addicted to is long and inclusive.)
My plan for becoming the very best version of Jack Collier that I can possibly be is very simple;
- stay away from alcohol
- have a good daily exercise routine
- eat and drink healthily, (mine is a Paleo / Mediterranean diet)
- get enough good sleep, retire and rise at the same time every day
- cut out a lot of mindless, time-wasting stuff; TV, internet, social media
- look as good as I can all the time; bathed, shaved, hair, decent clean clothes
- study and learn interesting challenging stuff, from proper books by real writers
It should be easy, given some self-discipline and determination.
none of this crap
who could like that guy?
first of all stop dicking around
Not so long ago I was miserable, irritable, and utterly ineffective. I didn’t ever leave the garret, except to buy booze, I never spoke to anyone, and I didn’t do anything interesting. Every day was the same as the day before. I was sick in body, mind, and spirit. From time to time I had dark suicidal thoughts. Even though my life was a mess, it was a mess with an efficient daily routine behind it. I was very good at doing nothing except wasting the time I had on this earth.
There is nothing so useless as doing efficiently that which should not be done at all. ~ Peter Drucker
There are lots of ways and a myriad of techniques that I could have used to turn my life around, but before everything else I had to have the strong and unshakable desire to change myself and make my life better. No Fairy Godmother was going to appear and make everything all right. I wasn’t suddenly going to find an attractive woman who would give me the magical motivation to improve myself and my life. Nothing good happens in life unless we make it so.
You can start to read lots of books, sign up for lots of expensive courses, and find tons of stuff on the internet that will say; ‘change your life around by following this advice’ ~ and they are all utterly useless unless first you have the willingness and determination to change. Changing your life for the better takes every hour of every day of the rest of your life. Being a better person needs willpower, and if you don’t have any willpower then create an unbreakable routine towards becoming the very best version of yourself you can possibly be. If you can’t do that, then fake it to make it.
First of all I had to decide what I didn’t want. What were the very worst things in my life. What was I doing that was negative and self-destructive? Think about it ~ what are the very worst things in your life? What do you want the least? What is killing you? For me that began with agoraphobia and booze. I had to stop drinking, and I had to get out of the garret, physically, mentally, and emotionally I had to get out of this place.
None of this was easy, but this blog is some small evidence of how far I’ve come since those dark days.
If I can become a better person, then you can too.
you don’t need a gym to exercise effectively
strut your stuff down main street
Another part of my morning routine, learning the ultra cool swaggering walk, aka the Travolta Strut. I have this nailed, lots better than some Zebra.
You can tell by the way I use my walk that I’m a woman’s man.
Stayin’ alive ~ more than only just.
don’t try that walk if you’re a woman
it will make you look like a hooker
elvis is in the building
In my fitness and fun programme I’m teaching myself to shuffle dance. It’s a lot harder than young and fit women make it look. I’m also learning a very cool moon-walk. The Travolta strut I can do better than Travolta.
I believe that my latest flame is a great dancer
Tonight we’re gonna make it happen.
After this lockdown is over.
she may need to lose a few pounds
be grateful for what you have and stop complaining
The world is full of people longing for change; to live somewhere else, to have a better and different relationship, to have a healthier life, or to finally get out of this
fucking lockdown. The grass is always greener on the other side ~ until you get there and you realise it’s pretty much the same as it was where you just left. Longing for and dreaming of the next bigger and better thing, being richer, having a ‘nicer’ partner, having a really cool car ~ well that only makes us discontented, unhappy, and restless.
There are a couple of secrets; #1 is to be grateful for what you have #2 is to make the most of what you have #3 is to protect what you have. OK, that’s three secrets.
If you take a long hard honest look at your life you will probably discover that you don’t actually need much more than you already have. Well, OK, women always need more shoes.
Most of us become discontented, unhappy, and restless when we start to compare ourselves with other people. Your best friend owns a new Jaguar and you’re driving a 10 years old Nissan, and for some perverse reason that makes you unhappy. Be grateful that you don’t have to walk. Make the most of that Nissan; keep it clean, have it regularly serviced, use the right grade of gas. In the meantime your best friend is paying so freaking much for her Jaguar that she uses cheap gas, which will fuck the engine in no time. Your best friend isn’t protecting what she already has. And when the Jaguar’s engine expires she will be walking
That doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t want to improve ourselves, to work harder, to strive to be ‘better’ ~ we should because that’s part of human nature. But don’t compare yourself to anyone else, comparisons are invidious. Life Is Not a Game. There are no winners and losers. We are Born, we Live, and we Die. That’s it.
So live a better life, and being miserable because you can’t move to a 5 bed 4 bathroom home is not living a better life ~ especially as there’s only yourself and your partner to consider. The kids have left home ~ K.I.S.S.
You first of all have a duty to yourself; your physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual health. Work on that instead of worrying about a ‘better’ car, vacation, home…. Of course if you are a woman you do always need more shoes.
it doesn’t like cheap gas
let nature decide on your sex-drive
not doctors and drugs
she should make my temperature rise
In the past when I heard of people who stopped taking their medication for schizophrenia, bi-polar disorder, depression, or some other mental issue….. because the drugs made them feel like they; ‘weren’t themselves anymore’ ~ well I used to think they were being stupid.
For the past few days I’ve been taking a drug called Amlodipine to help lower what was my catastrophically high blood pressure, and it worked dramatically quickly ~ which is good. There have been some immediate side-effects ~ which is not so good. I’ve been drowsy, a bit confused and clumsy, my memory is crap. and I’ve got a constant headache. There’s another side effect; no interest whatsoever in sex, total lack of sex-drive, zero libido, and no chance at all of having an erection. I checked, one of the side effects of Amlodipine is to dramatically reduce the production of the male sex-hormone testosterone.
It feels like a very important part of my personality has been removed ~ I don’t feel like myself anymore. I’m not me. And, not only do I feel weird, I don’t like it one little bit.
You might wonder how I know my sex-drive and lustful desires have disappeared, given that I’ve been in lockdown for months, and not had a date in all that time. The strange thing is I knew, and I know that my masculinity has disappeared along with the testosterone which used to flood my body. I’m not interested in women in any sexual way whatsoever, and strong sexual feelings have been with me since adolescence. Some other aspects of maleness have also gone; like I’ve lost my sense of direction ~ I don’t automatically know where North is anymore. Spacial awareness is out of the window, single-mindedness and black and white thinking has gone, and I’m finding it difficult to focus on one task at a time. I’m depressed, tired all the time, and irritable. Even my voice is changing.
Who knew that testosterone does much more to the male body than creating and increasing sexual desire and performance? (I’ve even checked this out by watching some internet porn, and nothing, zip, nada.)
Some women say that men are merely life-support systems for their penis. And that the way to a man’s heart isn’t food, it’s casual sex. All I know is that it’s horrible when a man’s masculinity vanishes.
a great body, fabulous ass, fantastic pose
what effect is that having?
Seascapes and Serenity Lost is available on Amazon
the end of civilisation as we know it?
Here in England it’s the 300th day of lockdown, quarantine, and self-isolation. The economy has tanked, officially there are 1.9 million unemployed, and about 5.5 million are on unproductive furlough. About half the UK workforce, some 14 million people, are ‘working from home’. You can’t get a non-coronavirus doctor’s appointment for love nor money, some 4.6 million people are waiting for ‘non-emergency’ surgical procedures, 600,000 cervical smears have been cancelled, and our National Health Service is said to be close to meltdown.
I have no faith in any of these numbers, just as I have no faith in the ability of the British Government to act sensibly in the face of the ‘COVID-19 pandemic’.
If you’re interested, I’ve been feeling like crap for weeks.
Mind how you go.
immunisation, the great hope for freedom?
the Ghost of Christmas Present haunts the land
The British Government is tying itself in knots over what to do about their conflicting views on the coronavirus and Christmas. On the one hand are the doom and gloom merchants who would prefer that Christmas was cancelled this year, or moved to midsummer day, or just done away with altogether. Chief of these Scrooges is an unattractive drone called Chris Whitty, who has this witty catchphrase for his idea of a proper Christmas; ‘keep it small, keep it short, keep it local…..’ What a charmless, overpaid wazzock that person is.
People of his ilk have obviously got to Prime Minister Boris Johnson, because his latest soundbite is; ‘Have yourself a merry little Christmas. And this year sadly I do mean little…..’ At least he has promised that he would not be cancelling Christmas. Whereas in the People’s Democratic Government of Wales, anyone having a good time will most likely get arrested.
Actually, it doesn’t matter what anyone in the government says because a hell of a lot of people will just ignore the official ‘advice’ and get on with their own Christmas as best they can.
Unfortunately my Christmas plans have been totally canned, since British Airways stopped me from going to Cancun. I’ll be alone again over the holidays.
I hope nobody gives an order to stop Christmas shooting down Santa
your intellect may be confused, but your emotions never lie
some things are guaranteed to get you into deep shit
Rather a lot has happened this year. Beginning on my birthday the whole of England was condemned to various degrees of house arrest. We are now in Lockdown Day 256, almost nine months that the whole country has been in suspended animation. Probably for no good reason whatsoever the government has spent £394 billion of our money trying to stop a non-existent pandemic of the COVID-19 virus.
Nobody has been allowed to visit with anybody, and heaven forefend that you might want to make out with somebody you don’t live with 24/7. Here in England sex is just about forbidden ~ unless you are a member of the government that is.
We are not allowed to go anywhere, especially we English are not allowed to enter The Peoples Democratic Republic of Wales. Scotland is out of bounds for us Sassenachs too, but who in their right mind want to have anything to do with a country run by the wee ginger krankie? The Scots must be totally confused as they try to convince their heads of things their hearts know is a bunch of lies.
The police here have turned themselves into a cross between the East German Stasi and the Gestapo. Having a dozen of the boys in blue band together to arrest an innocent elderly lady for standing by the Houses of Parliament’s railings must be such fun for them. Mind you, they all acted like craven cowards when confronted with BLM protesters. Of all the crazy police forces in England the North Yorkshire Police have gone the furthest in coronavirus insanity. They are using automated licence plate recognition systems to identify and stop people from tier 3 areas entering their tier 2 Garden of Eden.
Every single politician and government official has shown themselves up for the ignorant buffoons they are. Gavin Williamson, England’s minister for education is the latest idiot, he managed to insult the whole world in a radio interview he gave about our early roll-out of Pfizer’s coronavirus vaccine. BTW, that stuff is mostly untested, and nobody has a
fucking clue about the long-term effects of this jab. You’d have to be crazy to have it. After you Boris.
And Boris Johnson, our ineffectual Prime Minister, has lost the plot. He is so in thrall to his current squeeze Ms Carrie Symonds that his government is set to adopt all of her mad ocean conservation, save the planet, green eco-warrior ideas. For example, all petrol, diesel, and hybrid cars and vans will be totally banned here from 2030. Really? How’s that going to work?
Meanwhile all pubs, clubs, bars, restaurants, are shut, by order.
You couldn’t make it up.
Boris and Carrie
the odd couple