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Read Millionaire Fastlane
- Aug 28, 2011
Fastlane opportunity: talk about it, on the road. Sounds morbid but you could help a lot of people out.Attempting suicide, easily.
Much easier to just take control of your life when you've already almost ended it. The worst thing that can happen is death, and you very nearly did that to yourself. So what the F*ck can anyone else possibly have on you?!
I always wondered if suicides have a brief instant before death when they feel like complete total morons for doing what they did. And there I was in the hospital, in total agony, every wire and tube in the world hooked up to me, and someone (my dad?) asked my doctor what to expect, and I heard it. And I remember just staring up at the ceiling and feeling like THE BIGGEST F*ckING MORON. I didn't make any grand pronouncements about how I'd change my act if I lived, I just remember my blood boiling with how moronic I felt.
There really is no reason to always shortchange yourself, to not take action. I think of that ceiling at least once a day, and I have come to love it. When I hesitate in doing whatever, I remember that ceiling. I've gotten more mileage out of that moment than any other in my life.
Suicide is a huge problem. One of my friends lost a sister due to it. You'd do well in Japan and South Korea, where suicides are as common as rain showers.
As far as LAC's, I had a few of em. I was depressed when I was 16. My dog and my grandfather had both just passed and I had zero (count em, ZERO) friends. I talked to nobody except my mother, father and grandmother for three months.
I came out of that depression hungry like the wolf. Don't remember how or what I did, but I ended up getting two girlfriends in a few months. The second one, I met on the Internet, and I'm still with.
I'm no master with girls, of course, but meeting the first one really boosted my confidence. When I realized at the late-bloomer age of 16 that there could possibly exist a girl who would actually like me, it was like... a WHOLE NEW WOOOOOORLD
My second LAC was going to visit said girlfriend. I was never allowed to leave the house in high school. But, one day, I left my country with nothing but some clothes, about $1500 and an address. Took charge of my life. Decided not to let anyone dictate my path.
While on that trip, I read The Millionaire Fastlane.
Best two weeks of my LIFE.
It resulted into me moving to Ontario. They say to move for a girl is a dumb idea, but I'm staying here for a few years, no matter what she does. I like Toronto. It doesn't have that underlying awfulness that NYC does.