I am not doing anything I don’t want to do anymore. At all. Period. I don’t care if I miss out on money, friendships, or anything. If I don’t want to do it, I’m not doing it and the coin purse of f***s I had to give has gone missing without a trace.

People spend so much time worried about other people’s feelings or how they’ll view you…for what?!

So you can spend your life trying to live up to other people’s standards on how you should be? Being regretful and resentful when you’re on your deathbed because you didn’t live your life the way you wanted? Is that the life you’re trying to be about?

This is not to say that you shouldn’t want to aspire to a higher standard of living or you shouldn’t make your family or friends proud…but who are you actually living your life for? You or a bunch of other motherfuckers with all these bright ideas on what you should be doing?

When I turned 25 (five years ago), and I was not where I anticipated…it forced me to sit and really look deep inside myself to figure out what I needed to change. I reviewed my life from the time I graduated high school up to that point and realized: every time I did what I wanted to do, whether it ended up being the right decision or not, I was always happy with where I was as a person. I have never regretted any decision I made for myself, but each time I listened to other people tell me what they envisioned or think I should do…..I was always left saying “why did I do that?!”

Most sane people with common sense have the capacity to make educated decisions on their own, without help from other people. I made the choice to pack up my shit, and move 1500 miles away without discussing it with my family and that was one of the best decisions I ever made. I found love, great friends, awesome opportunities and more importantly, I was able to learn more about myself. I truly was. I was able to become an independent thinker without a bunch of hacklers on the sideline trying to make me do what THEY wanted me to do.

Trying to live up to others people’s expectations for you will run your ass into the ground. When I go back and look at pictures of myself when I was someone’s robot, all I see is sadness and bewilderment in my eyes. I even have a hard time remembering anything from those years of my life. It’s actually kind of tragic, and no one should live that way.

When you’re care-free…the sideliners be MAAAAAD. However, they have no choice but to respect your care-freeness gangsta. Get on the care-free train or agitate some gravel. I don’t roll with the cattle or the sheep anymore.