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The Noble Art of Not Giving a Fuck

Achieve your dream life by rejecting pressure entirely.

Fear is mostly learned.

Low self-esteem is learned.

The experience of sin is learned.

Fear, expectations, obligations, shame, negativity, the notion of sin, anxiety, nervousness, shyness, cynicism…, plague most of us, and none of these are real, these are just emotions, these are things that we have allowed others to teach us.

A lot of our negative character traits are things we have learned through life; arrogance, addictions, alcoholism, brutality, complacency, criminality, dependency, envy, greed, intolerance, jealousy, lying, paranoia, promiscuity, timidity, vindictiveness…..  We are not born with these character defects, we had to learn them, and they are not real, even though they feel very real.

Life is too short to spend in negativity.  So I have made a conscious effort not to be where I don’t want to be.  ~  Hugh Dillon.

Our thoughts, feelings, emotions, feel incredibly real.  My own thoughts, feelings, and emotions were very real to me, and they ruled my life.

I could become very paranoid, jealous, and angry about my partner’s past ~ and that is insane.  The past cannot hurt me, and there’s nothing I can do about it anyway.

We should not be a product of our negative thinking.  We are not our thoughts, feelings, emotions, preconceptions, and assumptions.  If we wish it we have free will.

Other things bothered me a lot; cyclists, bad drivers, charities, environmentalists, the medical profession, people in uniform, politicians, the stupid and the lazy people in this world…..  I spent a lot of my time being annoyed, frustrated, and bad-tempered.

What I needed was a new way of looking at the world, a new way of dealing with all the bad stuff that was ruling and ruining my life.

What I decided was that, deep down, I didn’t actually care about any of this stuff, in exactly the same way that I don’t care one jot for the idea of Catastrophic Anthropogenic Climate Change, (man-made global warming).  What I decided was all this stuff that had been bothering me, all the people and organisations that had been bothering me, could just Fuck Off.

I no longer give all this pernicious negativity permission to affect my life.

Now I can tell the World to; ‘Fuck Off and Have a Nice Day.  Don’t Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out, and Please Don’t Keep In Touch.’

It’s a very empowering attitude.  Obviously I don’t often actually say that out aloud, but just thinking it generates a very liberating feeling.

Try it.  If something or someone upsets you, mentally tell yourself that you don’t give a fuck.  If negative thoughts, feelings, emotions are plaguing you, then mentally tell yourself that you don’t give a fuck.

If some insane attitude or weird preconceptions of your own are ruining your life, just tell yourself that you don’t give a fuck, that you don’t even want to know.

Some say that we should be caring and compassionate, that we should give until it hurts.  And, that we should accept the pain of the world and everyone in it.  All I know is that I don’t give a fuck.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

don’t let other people control your life

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Press To Impress ~ 12 Inch Black Vinyl

THERE ARE VERY FEW WAYS TO IMPRESS A VERY SOPHISTICATED WOMAN ~ TWELVE INCHES OF SHINY BLACK VINYL IS ONE

RevlonI don’t often spend my free time wandering around shopping malls, browsing, not wanting to buy anything in particular, not needing anything in particular.  To be honest the only thing on my wish list is a classic V12 E-Type Jaguar convertible in Dark British Racing Green, and I’m not holding my breath.  However, after browsing the smoking-hot and heavily made-up assistants prowling around the better cosmetics outlets, I went into a store I thought had closed.  HMV, the record store, also known as His Master’s Voice, the place that still sells music and movies on physical media.  And there, right there among the Blu-ray discs and overpriced DVD’s was a nugget.  Right there in front of me was a veritable Gem of the first water.  A Real Man is unable to resist something like that.

nipper-the-dog-hmvAs well as thinking HMV had gone out of business, I also thought that nobody was making proper records anymore.  Well, as it turns out they are.  I bought myself a brand-new copy of Rumours.  The seminal Fleetwood Mac album from 1977 on shiny black vinyl inside a decent sized sleeve, with the classic photograph of artist and dancer / muse in supplication on the front cover.  Rumours is the 14th best selling album of all time, over 10 million copies had been sold by the end of 1978, and I didn’t have a copy, not on black vinyl I didn’t.

The tracks on this fabulous album are;

  1. RumoursSecond Hand News
  2. Dreams
  3. Never Going Back Again
  4. Don’t Stop
  5. Go Your Own Way
  6. Songbird
  7. The Chain
  8. You Make Loving Fun
  9. I Don’t Want To Know
  10. Oh Daddy
  11. Gold Dust Woman

All of these tracks are massively commercial, and all of them have hearts of tortured dreams and unresolved jealousy.  I know a good girl, I don’t know if she has heard Oh Daddy, perhaps she should.

So, given that I also have this album on compact disk and as downloaded digital files on various little boxes.  Why another copy, on a fragile and unwieldy one-foot diameter piece of black vinyl, where the sound is generated by a process that is over two centuries old?  Because it’s better is why.

The sound on a ‘proper’ record isn’t digitised, remastered, re-edited, or made up of miniscule chunks of ones and zeros.  The sound you get from a proper record is analogue.  Analogue is something the younger generation know nothing about.  Analogue is full-fat, high protein, carbohydrate free, flash-grilled, 36 ounce, rib-eye steak to digital’s yeast protein burger.  A Long-Playing 33 1/3 record, when played on a hugely expensive, hugely huge, hugely hot, power-hungry, high-fidelity system that has glowing valves and trailing wires to the massive speakers in the corner of the room, sounds ‘better’ than actually being there.

High fidelity analogue recorded music sounds heart-rending, emotionally good and real.  Women are very auditory creatures.  This album, played on a decent system, will make strong girls cry and even bring a lump to the throat of a very manly man.  The driving bass of The Chain, which has the best guitar break of all time, the classic lyrics of Dreams, and the slow sad Oh Daddy story of unrequited love will melt the stoniest lady’s loins.

Irina-Shayk -Oscar-2014Face it guys, there’s not much a man can do that will actually impress a hot date.  She has seen it all before, heard every line before, she’s been wooed by taller, better looking, richer, fitter guys than you.  A hot date will have been inside more expensive restaurants than you’ve had cooked meals.  She will have been driven there in cooler cars than yours by guys wearing Armani who can afford to buy her Chanel.  If she has gone back to their place, it will have been bigger, cooler and better decorated than your garret.  That guy’s bed-linen will be of the highest thread-count pure linen, cotton, silk or satin.  He may even have better booze than yours.  But, unless he is, actually, Mister James Bond, he will not have a decent record player.

Just putting a record on the deck, all of that shiny black vinyl reflecting the lights, has all of the simple elegance of a traditional Japanese Tea Ceremony.  And, after the record goes around and around, the music goes up a sensual tone-arm, into a big and softly glowing amplifier, and then the music comes out all over your room.  She will go silent, and just a little bit misty-eyed.

You have her at the first vocals of Second Hand News, and if you don’t have her at that, then you don’t want her.  Trust me on this.  If she doesn’t melt, then throw her back, no matter how hot she is.

In that case, why do so few men have high-fidelity record-players in their lonely garret?

HalleBerryAt the end of the achingly beautiful track Songbird, you will discover why so few men have high-fidelity record-players these days.  That’s the end of that side, the music stops, and perhaps all you get is the rhythmic shush ~ shush ~ shush as the needle tries not to track over the label in the middle of all that shiny black vinyl.  A man has to leave his hot date, where ever they are and whatever they are doing, to turn over the damn record.  Which can be inconvenient and break the mood a little.  In addition, the things you need to play the things on are normally hugely huge and eat power like a hungry horse eating small carrots.   You have to find some way to hide all the fat wires, the records themselves take up a lot of space, are expensive, fragile and these days difficult to get hold of.

In short, real records, on real high-fidelity record players, are just the sort of thing to impress a hot, sophisticated and worldly wise woman.  A good hi-fi is as expensive, impractical, stylish, rare, inconvenient and uncomfortable as a pair of Christian Louboutin with 5 inch heels.  And we all think they are very sexy.  The big downside is, just like Christian Louboutin, Musical Fidelity is Expensive.

The solution for the end of the recording’s lonely shush ~ shush ~ shush?  I have a remote for my amplifier and record deck.  The digitised music is already set up on a computer.  Without moving I can switch from hot foreground music to soft smooth jazz in the background.  No worries.

A partial extract from the forthcoming book; Urban Survival Skills for Men

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