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Self development

A lot of stuff is difficult, right?

A lot of stuff makes your sphincter quiver and your pulse harden and your slightly tubby brow moisten when you think about it for too long.

And sometimes, nay often, this fiendishly delicate and difficult stuff is stuff you’d REALLY LIKE TO DO:

  • Stop smoking dope before clocking in at work.
  • Overcome your fear of raccoons to finally work as an urban zoo-keeper.
  • Speak to girls.
  • Speak to boys.
  • Speak your mind.
  • Run the New York marathon dressed in a culturally insensitive (but still quite fun) fancy dress outfit. 
  • Run for governor.
  • Run your own business.

But don’t worry amigo! Here’s the SINGLE cure for making EVERYTHING easier. If you balk at the thought of swimming the Atlantic, or are convinced that speaking French or writing eloquently and without obfuscation are skills that belong to those mysterious “other people”, then this tip will SAVE YOUR LIFE:

The way to make something easier is to DO IT MORE.

Yes – practice. It’s how you get to Carnegie Hall. It’s how you get better at stuff. It’s how you become an expert.

Rather obvious, innit? And, dare I say it, you knew it already.

Brushing your teeth before you go to bed might be a Sysphean task at the moment, but once you’ve done it every night for a week, it will be easier to do it every night for a month, and for a year.

Complaining to the waiter that your truffle and broccoli consommé is tepid is tough if you’re the retiring type. But do it once a week and you’ll be a pro. 

Even dealing with grief becomes easier with practice. Each day you do it, the burden lightens.

So start small, and regular – like baby bowel movements – and watch the change happen.

Or don’t. It’s your call.

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Beating yourself off? QUIT BEATING YOURSELF UP!

Masturbation, my friend, is NOT A CRIME (although non-consensual dissemination of semen most certainly is – avoid that.)

Guilt is self-perpetuating. If you’ve been led to believe that touching yourself or unclean or far too much fun for one person to have, then you’ve been misled.

It’s only dirty if it feels dirty, and it only feels dirty if you think you “shouldn’t” be doing it. But there are no shoulds and shouldn’ts when it comes to feeling yourself up – except perhaps for the where.

Do it whenever you like, but don’t do it in aisle four of the supermarket.

That you are free to frot is religious FACT. After all, if God hadn’t meant for us to touch our genitals, he wouldn’t have put them within such convenient reach.

So remember:

Crimes:

  • Torturing farmyard animals
  • Stealing shit.
  • Cruelty to grandparents
  • Forgetting your wedding anniversary

Not a crime:

  • Having a wank

The benefits of the hand-shandy are manifold. Whether you’re just clearing the tubes or relieving stress, be safe in the knowledge that you’re simultaneously combating prostate cancer, dulling menstrual cramps and getting your glorious rocks off.

Sex with yourself is the single safest flavor of sex, so celebrate strangling the snake and let 2011 begin with a flourish of the wrist.

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1. Spelling

The order of letters doens’t matter. Punctuation doesnt matter. Putting too many letters in a word dooesn’t matter.

Much like the accent you speak with doesn’t matter, neither does the accent you write with. You communicate, you win.

2. How many times you finished school

So you’re Sir Bob Furthwhittle III, BSc, MA(Hons) Cantab., MBA, PhD, OBE.

Whoopee-fucking-do. Seriously.

It’s what you do today, not what you tell us you once did, that counts.

That said, your job title doesn’t count for shit.

3. Size

The size of your house, the size of your pecs, the size of your paycheck, the size of your car and the size of your dick.

Small is not beautiful, big is not better. What’s right for you is right for you.

4. What Other People Think Of You

It’s none of your business

5. The Other Affairs Of Other People

Your neighbours’ religious beliefs? Your kid’s sexuality? Your boss’s dietary regime?

Seriously, keep your nose stuck firmly in your own shit.

We all enjoy as much freedom as is compatible with the freedom of everyone else to do the same. Celebrate that.

6. Whether You Got An Invite

Why are you pissed you weren’t invited?

Why on earth do you want to be invited somewhere the host doesn’t want you? Just because you invited Miranda to your hen’s night doesn’t mean she has to invite you.

The law of reciprocity exists, but you can’t dictate the terms.

Give and you’ll get, just not always when you expect it.

7. The number of things in your list of 20 things

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Dude, start with dessert.

Seriously. DO NOT save the good stuff for later. You’ll be DEAD later.

You spent the last six years cramming for med-school exams, eschewing any semblance of a social life and looking on enviously as your fellow students sank tequila shooters and made out with each other?

There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” you told yourself.

And as you left the exam hall on the final day, a piano fell on your skull, killing you dead.

Or perhaps you’ve promised to stop for air once the first million’s in the bank? You can hike the Appalachian Trail then, eh? Only you can’t, because you got shot in the face by a disgruntled ex-employee.

This isn’t about hedonism, or dietary irresponsibility. Eat your greens, but if it’s a day when you’re going to have pecan pie anyway, eat it first. If you choke on your spinach, at least you’ll do it with a sugar rush and contented dessert-eating grin on your face.

You have a responsibility TO YOURSELF to make sure that your day includes a decent quota of chocolate muffins, dirty sex, brandy, rock-climbing and assorted fun stuff.

You say:

“I’ll just scour the toilet, call the bank manager and sort through the sock drawer, do my accounts, expenses and interminably heinous data-entry tasks. That done, I’ll spend three hours ironing, pressing, washing and crying. Then, and only then, will I reward myself with a cup of Lapsang Souchong and a copy of Hello!”

Reward yourself? What are you? A dog?

Fuck that. Do the fun stuff first. It makes getting through the rest of the day easier.

And if you do choke on an avocado stone or pass out fatally from bleach inhalation, at least your last day on earth wasn’t without strawberry cheesecake.

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