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Despite what everyone has been telling me all my life, success is not always
about money, things, or jobs. What everyone has been telling me is not true.
I think that self awareness is more important than any job or amount of money.
For example, in high school I was the average kid. I had short hair, good
grades . . . you know, successful. Wrong, I hated every minute of it. I
didn’t have the thing that I did want. A personality. Sure I looked normal,
because I was too normal. It was sickening to behold. So I started to rebel
against my normalcy. I grew my hair long, wow. I shaved the sides of my head,
cool. I started listening to loud violent music, Ministry rules. So now I’m
this reprobate of society. But I’m still not happy. So I eschew the norm
completely. I move out much to my mothers dismay. I shave my head into a
real mohawk. I dye my hair the same color blue as a Pepsi can (NOT THAT I
WOULD EVER DRINK Pepsi, EVEN IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT). And I would
occasionally make my hair tall. And after doing all this I was happy.
Not because I had lots of money or a great career, but because I was
proud of myself. If people stared at me or made fun of me, I didn’t
care because I wasn’t trying to impress anyone anymore. My opinion of
myself was not going to be degraded by someone who wore an Armani, drove
a BMW, was on a career track/rut, and was so unsure of themselves that
they had to pick on the punk rock kid. [Note: It is my firmly held
belief that most shit-sucking nine to five jobs in no way involve Armani
apparel. You are actually thinking of Mafia dons, Colombian drug lords,
Axl Rose, or my brother.--Ed.] I was happy, stable, had a girlfriend, and
had lots of friends: unsuccessful. Mr. or Mrs. Airman were miserable,
emotional wrecks, divorced, and despised: . which would you chose?
I’ll lend you my clippers and hair dye.
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