A lot of people ask me: “Daniel, how do you always stay so cheerful and positive? What’s your secret?”
Fine, some people ask me that.
Two. Two people may have asked me that question at some point.
The answer is simple. No matter what happens, no matter what people say, my response to stressful and difficult situations is always “fuck it.”
That’s a lie. The response is not always “fuck it.” Sometimes it’s just “fuck,” sometimes it’s “fuck you” and sometimes it’s even “fuck everybody and everything.”
The key is that I try to convert all those fucks to fuck-its. It’s not always easy. But remember: all it takes to go from “fuck” to “fuck it” is literally a single word: That word is “persistence”.
It’s important to stress that Fuck It is not a quick-fix. It’s not a simple technique I can distil into seven easy steps. Fuck It is a philosophy. A mindset. Fuck It is a way of life.
This guide will illustrate the concept of Fuck It through examples you can relate to.
What does this guide cost you? Nothing. Not a dime.
It costs nothing, but it’s worth…also nothing. But it’s free, so fuck it!
Meet Bill. Bill is thirty-seven. He is an accountant. Nobody cares about Bill. You certainly don’t care about Bill. Me? I don’t give a shit about Bill.
Bill was a bad example. Fuck Bill.
You’re on your way from work. You’ve had a rough day. Your boss wants you to actually work for the money you earn. Your colleagues are all like “Hi, how are you?” and “Want to go for lunch?” and other irritating nonsense. All you want to do is go home and relax.
Suddenly, trouble strikes. Your bus is ten (10!) minutes delayed. That means you’ll miss the opening moments of the new reality show: Random People Doing Mundane Stuff (HD).
What do you do? Stab somebody? Call the Justice League? Cry helplessly?
I mean, no!
You take a deep breath, calm your nerves, and say “fuck it.” Just…fuck it.
You’re strolling through a forest. At 3AM. Idiot.
Suddenly, trouble strikes. A grizzly bear is charging at you. What the fuck is a grizzly bear doing in Florida?! No time to think about that now. You gotta act. Quick!
Fuck the bear. I mean, have sex with the bear. Who knows, maybe the bear is just lonely? Bears need companionship too. What, you have a better idea? No! So shut up!
You finally get home. You’ve had a rough day. Your bus was late. The grizzly bear was a lousy lover. You have no patience for more shit.
Suddenly, trouble strikes. Your flatmate is saying something to you. As you get closer you can hear random words, like “sorry” and “I ate” and “your cake”. Turns out he ate your cake and now he’s sorry about it.
What do you do?
No! You don’t just say “fuck it”!
Are you crazy? He ate your cake. That cake was yours. Not his. Yours.
What next? Will you let him and a bunch of his friends dance flamenco on top of your bare chest? Will you let him borrow your silverware? Will you let him mock your sexual prowess based on that Youtube video of you and the grizzly bear?
Don’t be a wuss, stand up for yourself!
Well that’s it for me, folks. Hope the above examples make Fuck It clear to you.
They probably don’t, but guess what? Fuck it!