Well would you look at that. This is crazy! I actually have some useful advice for anyone out there who happens to stumble upon this usually nonsensical and superfluous advice blog.
So instead of bullshitting around, kiddos, let's get to it!
In my Psych class, we've been focused on sleep and how it affects the tiny mechanisms of out day-to-day lives, and we covered some major focuses on some underlying causes of the general unhealthyness of American society today. We can't keep blaming McDonalds, although it's really clever and we've gotten some great memes out of it. I only have a couple suggestions on how to actually relax, and these are the result of weeks of studying myself and my living habits. I also must note, before we get started, that eating pleasurable foods and laying back on the couch while visually consuming a whole season of Breaking Bad or Desperate Housewives or whatever kind of obsessive driven shit you watch does count as relaxing, but frankly we all knew that. I'm here to help, but not in that "you-go-girl-you-don't-need-no-man-you-re-beautiful-be-strong-eat-chocolate-take-a-bubblebath" kind of way.
1. When dealing with mild depression, sit in silence for one hour a day, with your eyes closed. This forces you to spend time "on the inside", and it can be a natural way to temporarily relieve some of the upset of depression by allowing your mind time to wander to where it needs to be and begin to mend itself. Some depressed people might argue that they want to get away from themselves and this might make them more upset, but silence is always healing, no matter how awkward or lonely.
2. When dealing with mild anxiety, take a few moments and picture what you look like. Don't stare at yourself in the mirror, just picture your face. You'll start to be aware of your eyebrows, your eyes, your jaw, and if any of them are strained or clenched or furrowed. When you have a good picture of yourself in your mind, it's likely that you'll be returned to a basic state of mind that I call stasis; all of your thoughts consist of pictures, not videos. and the new found awareness of yourself as a person should ease the rush of everything else going on in your head.
3. When things started piling up on me, and my to-do list got longer and longer, I started listening to ambient music. Some might call it gay, or boring, but nobody can ever call it bad music, so that's good enough for me. I could link up numerous articles that show how music affects your limbic system and cortical brains, but we all know that music plays a big role in your emotions, energy levels, attention span, learning capacity, etc.
So give ambient a try if you're ever unable to organize your thoughts, and don't feel like or have the time for meditating. Here's a good one to start off with!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LO5yFfN7OO8
Now go heal your broken mind a bit. You never know what a difference a tiny little change can make in your everyday life.
-Mackenna
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
How to Deal with Obnoxious Customers
How to Deal with Obnoxious Customers!
I can already tell this will be the beginning of a beautiful blog post. My guides have been very few and far between these days with all the working and school I've been doing, but I assure you this guide is the brainchild of many frustrating days as a retail employee, and I hope the both useful and terribly un-useful points made will be beneficial to those who work in retail everywhere, and are sick of putting up with the shit dealt to us by people with likely similar jobs. It's a nasty circle of karma we exist in. But hey!
At least there's money in it! Right?
Right?
Before I begin, I'd like to direct you to the lower half of the list for the more serious suggestions for those that are legitimately suffering with customer relations, and need some legitimate advice.
1. It's all about the silent attack! If a customer is blatantly rude to you and you have no possible verbal tactics that would give you a chance at insulting them back without getting your ass fired, keep a bucket of something really annoying underneath the counter by your register. Confetti, ice, something that won't ruin the product that is being purchased, but simply annoy the person that is trying to enjoy the product. We don't want any returns here, just toss a little something in to the bag when you're putting their receipt in or if you have to adjust things.
2. My most used personal tactic is the art of time consumption. If I see a customer has cut in line, and they think that they can just mess up the order of things, I simply slow it down a bit. For example, my button pushing speed on the register will drop to 50%. If I need to walk to get something for them, I'll shuffle. If they're obviously in a hurry and are huffing and puffing about my reduced speed, I'll even ask some mundane questions like "so how has your day been?" in a really monotonous voice. Cutting in line is no bueno, muchachos. See to it that they wait for your ass until you're good and ready to finish up the transaction.
3. Take a shit. Just right there, on the counter. Preferably try to aim for the stuff they're trying to buy.
4. Fake an accent! Also another favorite. Fake any sort of accent you wish, and then become that really polite foreigner that nobody wants to get mad at or insult, because they'll assume you won't even understand what they're saying.
5. If a bitch is being a bitch to you, and you're a bitch, hit on her. Bring out that inner lesbian and just go to town. If she continues the bitch act, publicly accuse her of being anti-gay. Same for dudes.
6. Start every transaction being as friendly as possible. If you can see the customer is just not having it and is being impolite, drop to their level. Say only what is completely necessary- and I mean completely necessary. One word questions work, like "receipt?" and "thank you" instead of "would you like a receipt?" and "Have a great day". It may not matter to them, but at least you'll stop feeling like you're putting everything into the conversation and getting nothing back.
7. Sometimes it's okay to act a little offended if someone doesn't respond to you or is being socially rude. Scoff a little bit, or make prolonged eye contact after you ask them a question and they haven't responded- some people just forget that they're talking to another human being when they're talking to someone behind a register. Some people will take it as you being rude, but you'll easily be able to defend yourself to anyone that calls you out on it.
I hope that helped you guys, I put a little more effort and a little less sarcasm into this one than I usually do.
Good luck at work, retail warriors!
-Mackenna
"Very often a change of self is needed more than a change of scene." - A. C. Benson
Friday, April 26, 2013
How to See Both Sides of any Situation
Ya know, I wish this was a how-to guide, but the only way I can do this is to come up with examples that only I would use, and then suggest that you attempt to use them in the same way. Why? Because most of the things I say are so freaking useful, I run out of usefulness potion that I usually sprinkle on all my wordy works of verbal art. This is one of those times.
Therefore, it's time to get srslolz. And just because I added "lolz" on the end of that, doesn't make it any less srs.
srslolz, gaiz.
In every situation we encounter in our lives, there are always two sides. Through recent progress in my independent psychological studies, I've already started developing theories and terms. My first actual developed theory is called the CER Theory, which stands for Cause, Effect, and Reason. My hypothesis was that examining all three, when faced with reflection on a situation, would result in a possibly different outlook on the result of said situation. Most people go through the cause and effect scenario when attempting to discern what has happened in a particular situation, but don't consider pondering the reason to be an actual step. You can throw it in anywhere, really! Pondering the reason for the effect is the same as pondering the reason for the cause, and vice-versa. No matter if you're a Nihlist or a control freak, the CER breakdown is the easiest way to mentally overcome things in life that you cannot control.
SUCH AS!
Effect: Your best friend is mad at you. Cause: You made out with his pet rock.
Reason for effect: Your best friend's pet rock feels violated and like you took advantage of it in it's time of drunken weakness
Reason for Cause: You both were drinking the other night and you couldn't contain your geophilia any longer.
Effect: You were fired from your job. Cause: You made out with your bosses' pet rock.
Reason for Effect: Your boss doesn't approve of minutely sexual advances on rock specimen while on the clock
Reason for Cause: Still a geophiliac. You should really work on that, get some therapy or something, dude.
Effect: You were hospitalized for two days and forced to sell your body as means to pay off the hospital bills
Cause: You were dared by a friend to put cayenne pepper up your nose and inhale deeply
Reason for Effect: Cayenne pepper is some srslolz shit
Reason for Cause: You're a dumbass
Effect: Flaaffy faints in an epic gym leader battle and you're forced to use your Machamp against their Gengar. You lose, and you cry. And you white out from all the crying. You can't black out, because blacking out is racist.
Cause: Flaaffy fainted because you didn't level it up enough, and racism is because fuck brotherly love, bitch.. Here on planet Earth, you can't raise yourself up higher without stepping on people, and the whole goal to life is to raise yourself up while putting other people down.
Oh..
Oh god, it's starting..
I can feel my life philosophies that nobody wants to hear surfacing.. must..resist... rant...
phew. The urge to say wholesome, beneficial things has been suppressed. Close call, eh?
Anyways, the CER Theory is a work in progress, but it really helps to discern problems in your life if you think about things more mathematically and organized. I know what you're thinking- mackenna? organized?
Everyone has their own definition of what makes their life "organized". If you feel your life is unorganized, test out the CER method.
Effect: Your room is trashed
Cause: You had a wild party with a bunch of rocks last night
Reason for Effect: Flying rocks tend to knock things over when they're losing their balance and sheeit
Reason for Cause: You need a new rock in your life.
Reason for Reason for Cause: You're still a geophiliac, deep down inside.
You sick weirdo. Srslolz.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuC2MUmQaG4
Here, have a remix that everyone's heard but is still freaking worth hearing a 52nd time.
Therefore, it's time to get srslolz. And just because I added "lolz" on the end of that, doesn't make it any less srs.
srslolz, gaiz.
In every situation we encounter in our lives, there are always two sides. Through recent progress in my independent psychological studies, I've already started developing theories and terms. My first actual developed theory is called the CER Theory, which stands for Cause, Effect, and Reason. My hypothesis was that examining all three, when faced with reflection on a situation, would result in a possibly different outlook on the result of said situation. Most people go through the cause and effect scenario when attempting to discern what has happened in a particular situation, but don't consider pondering the reason to be an actual step. You can throw it in anywhere, really! Pondering the reason for the effect is the same as pondering the reason for the cause, and vice-versa. No matter if you're a Nihlist or a control freak, the CER breakdown is the easiest way to mentally overcome things in life that you cannot control.
SUCH AS!
Effect: Your best friend is mad at you. Cause: You made out with his pet rock.
Reason for effect: Your best friend's pet rock feels violated and like you took advantage of it in it's time of drunken weakness
Reason for Cause: You both were drinking the other night and you couldn't contain your geophilia any longer.
Effect: You were fired from your job. Cause: You made out with your bosses' pet rock.
Reason for Effect: Your boss doesn't approve of minutely sexual advances on rock specimen while on the clock
Reason for Cause: Still a geophiliac. You should really work on that, get some therapy or something, dude.
Effect: You were hospitalized for two days and forced to sell your body as means to pay off the hospital bills
Cause: You were dared by a friend to put cayenne pepper up your nose and inhale deeply
Reason for Effect: Cayenne pepper is some srslolz shit
Reason for Cause: You're a dumbass
Effect: Flaaffy faints in an epic gym leader battle and you're forced to use your Machamp against their Gengar. You lose, and you cry. And you white out from all the crying. You can't black out, because blacking out is racist.
Cause: Flaaffy fainted because you didn't level it up enough, and racism is because fuck brotherly love, bitch.. Here on planet Earth, you can't raise yourself up higher without stepping on people, and the whole goal to life is to raise yourself up while putting other people down.
Oh..
Oh god, it's starting..
I can feel my life philosophies that nobody wants to hear surfacing.. must..resist... rant...
phew. The urge to say wholesome, beneficial things has been suppressed. Close call, eh?
Anyways, the CER Theory is a work in progress, but it really helps to discern problems in your life if you think about things more mathematically and organized. I know what you're thinking- mackenna? organized?
Everyone has their own definition of what makes their life "organized". If you feel your life is unorganized, test out the CER method.
Effect: Your room is trashed
Cause: You had a wild party with a bunch of rocks last night
Reason for Effect: Flying rocks tend to knock things over when they're losing their balance and sheeit
Reason for Cause: You need a new rock in your life.
Reason for Reason for Cause: You're still a geophiliac, deep down inside.
You sick weirdo. Srslolz.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuC2MUmQaG4
Here, have a remix that everyone's heard but is still freaking worth hearing a 52nd time.
Monday, March 11, 2013
How to Interpret Cryptic Things Girls Say
I've got a new project: Translating.
My first language will be the language of females.
Ya know, a lot of people want to know this shit. *ahem* I mean stuff. Even I've been wondering what's behind a girl's words when she says "Could you go get me some Japanese food?" Well up until this point, I've always thought "Okay, bring her Japanese food. Bitches love Japanese food."
Now... now, we speculate. We observe. We are a race of scientists and guinea pigs, coexisting, each one hating the other for different, undisclosed reasons.
But enough generalizations! After days of field work, I have come up with a few rough translations for the language of the highly intriguing species. Fellow linguistic scientists, you may thank me later for my hard work.
IN CONVERSATION:
(the phrase will be in red, the translation in black.)
"Oh yeah?" -> I don't give a shit.
"I had no idea!" -> I had the idea since before either of us were born, back when i was a single celled organism.
"You're silly." -> You're being a dipshit, please for the love of God stop doing what you're doing right now before people start looking at you and associating you with me.
"How did you manage that?" -> You've mildly shocked me with your ability to do something other than gather dust and take up space on our cramped planet!
"I know." -> Let's change the subject.
"Are you sure?" -> This is your last chance to reconsider your decision before I permanently rate you a very low number on the scaaaale of competenceeeeeeee biiiittttccchhhhh (rough translation)
GREETINGS:
"Hi." -> I'm madly in love with you.
"Hey!" -> YOU'RE IN THE FRIENDZONE LOLZ
"Sup beotch." -> I admire our friendship and I think you're a wonderful human being.
"Buuuuuddy, what's uuuuuup?" -> Please go away please please please please please please (x10)
"Yo." -> Get the fuck out of my face, I'm hardcore pmsing but I don't want to seem like a bitch by responding with "I'm hardcore pmsing bro, back off" so i'll just try and be cool and say yo. Dawg.
"Yes?" -> /quit conversation. As fast as you can. I'm not even kidding, just /quit.
QUESTIONS:
"Where's the bathroom?" -> I need a safe place to text my other two boyfriends
"What are you doing right now?" -> Whatever it is, I really think you hanging out with me is a million times more important and i'll be super sad and distant if you state something that you're actually busy with.
"How tired are you?" I know it's 3:30 am and all, but I'd love a buddy to go to grab some late night munchies with. And possibly have secks with. Because hey, secks and munchies, what a combo!
"What is your favorite _____?" -> This is not just casual conversation. I'm gonna buy this shit *ahem* I mean stuff- for you at some point in the future.
Damn! I feel super awesome about my contribution to the scientific community. Apologies to those who believe I have blasphemed the name of science (but think about it, aren't we really discovering new things every day in all fields?) Good luck in your verbal travels with women, wayfarer. I hope this mini guide will assist you in your endeavors.
Tune in next time to get another bone rattling dose of pure Mackennaology. It's a registered field of study now!
Mackenna
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5IAR2GMaUM
My first language will be the language of females.
Ya know, a lot of people want to know this shit. *ahem* I mean stuff. Even I've been wondering what's behind a girl's words when she says "Could you go get me some Japanese food?" Well up until this point, I've always thought "Okay, bring her Japanese food. Bitches love Japanese food."
Now... now, we speculate. We observe. We are a race of scientists and guinea pigs, coexisting, each one hating the other for different, undisclosed reasons.
But enough generalizations! After days of field work, I have come up with a few rough translations for the language of the highly intriguing species. Fellow linguistic scientists, you may thank me later for my hard work.
IN CONVERSATION:
(the phrase will be in red, the translation in black.)
"Oh yeah?" -> I don't give a shit.
"I had no idea!" -> I had the idea since before either of us were born, back when i was a single celled organism.
"You're silly." -> You're being a dipshit, please for the love of God stop doing what you're doing right now before people start looking at you and associating you with me.
"How did you manage that?" -> You've mildly shocked me with your ability to do something other than gather dust and take up space on our cramped planet!
"I know." -> Let's change the subject.
"Are you sure?" -> This is your last chance to reconsider your decision before I permanently rate you a very low number on the scaaaale of competenceeeeeeee biiiittttccchhhhh (rough translation)
GREETINGS:
"Hi." -> I'm madly in love with you.
"Hey!" -> YOU'RE IN THE FRIENDZONE LOLZ
"Sup beotch." -> I admire our friendship and I think you're a wonderful human being.
"Buuuuuddy, what's uuuuuup?" -> Please go away please please please please please please (x10)
"Yo." -> Get the fuck out of my face, I'm hardcore pmsing but I don't want to seem like a bitch by responding with "I'm hardcore pmsing bro, back off" so i'll just try and be cool and say yo. Dawg.
"Yes?" -> /quit conversation. As fast as you can. I'm not even kidding, just /quit.
QUESTIONS:
"Where's the bathroom?" -> I need a safe place to text my other two boyfriends
"What are you doing right now?" -> Whatever it is, I really think you hanging out with me is a million times more important and i'll be super sad and distant if you state something that you're actually busy with.
"How tired are you?" I know it's 3:30 am and all, but I'd love a buddy to go to grab some late night munchies with. And possibly have secks with. Because hey, secks and munchies, what a combo!
"What is your favorite _____?" -> This is not just casual conversation. I'm gonna buy this shit *ahem* I mean stuff- for you at some point in the future.
Damn! I feel super awesome about my contribution to the scientific community. Apologies to those who believe I have blasphemed the name of science (but think about it, aren't we really discovering new things every day in all fields?) Good luck in your verbal travels with women, wayfarer. I hope this mini guide will assist you in your endeavors.
Tune in next time to get another bone rattling dose of pure Mackennaology. It's a registered field of study now!
Mackenna
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5IAR2GMaUM
Monday, February 18, 2013
This Is not a How-to Guide.
There is nothing more I would like right now than to be my usual painfully sarcastic and crude self, but I can't find it in me.
Recently, a number of people I commonly associate with have recently had some serious struggles in their lives. Each struggle is different, uniquely specialized to be completely tormenting and haunting. I have a battle, they have battles, we all have battles. But unlike others who know several current battles taking place in the lives of those they know, I'm going to approach this delicate matter differently:
I won't generalize the advice I give these people and say "be strong," "everything happens for a reason", or something shitty like that, although those are seriously the only thing you can say at times.
I will now switch narratives and speak to those who are afflicted in a 1st person omniscient manner.
I will not generalize you.
I will not brush you off.
Your cares are mine, and I want to know what hurts. Why it hurts. How you're coping.
I want to make it my job to help people like you one day. I'll be called a "psychologist", or maybe even a "psychotherapist", but the want to understand why you feel what you feel is rooted deep in my heart. It's what I was made to do, and after years of ignoring that pull, I started giving in and wanting to do something to help someone. Anyone.
But if you throw excuse after excuse at me, you're screwed and I'm not sorry.
lolz.
That translates to "you've gotta gotta have the door unlocked if you call the cops for help."
So be careful and mindful of others, yeah? Everybody's got lots of problems. You're considered quite the selfish human being if all you think about are yours.
How does that make you feel?
Should make you feel good, in a twisted way.
Everybody needs a good bass guitar riff to stare into the abyss while listening.
I named this blog "sometimes I actually do things" for a reason. Because sometimes, I actually do things.
Like...
-start the sequel to the novel I wrote when I was 14
-paint a sun and a moon on the back of my sneakers
-play Skyrim
-write a poem about butterflies that represents my family
awwyeah.jpg. I'll start posting more actually useful guides when I get my sheet together, yes?
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
How To Pretend You're Sick
How to Pretend You're Sick
*waves hand* "This is not the mini-guide you're looking for"
Those punks think they can just release Dead Space 3 and not tell me about it. Whatevs bro. I'm not butthurt about it in any way. I'll just RELEASE AN AWESOME GAME BY MYSELF AND NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT IT.
So if you have to convince someone, whomever it might be, (mom, brother, boss, etc.) that you are unfit to carry out whatever top secret mission they assign you, the trick is always in the behavior. In order to put on a facade of intense illness so that you might blatantly lie to another human being, you must first convince yourself that you ARE sick. It's a placebo. Everything's a placebo. God, I could not have picked a better topic for my English 102 research paper.
PLACEBO EFFECTS
HAO DO THEY WORK.
I sound like a cross between a Tibetan monk and a lolcat when i write these things..
I'm just getting over being sick myself, for real, and I find that when I am struggling with an illness of any sort, my avility to spell becomes highly flawed. Like I've already had to press backspace a good 1.3 million times and I'm only halfway through the fucking post.
"1.3 million," you might say? "that's an exaggeration, mackenna."
"Yes it is, my dear critic. I pulled the number from the amount of times you've questioned your self-worth." I might respond.
But I'm not that mean, now am I?
...There's a bunch of women with their heads cocked at a slight angle with very colorful, shiny hair looking at me through slit eyelids on my dresser. How did I end up with so many boxes of hair dye?
Oh wait, I was writing about something. Pretending to be sick. The easiest route is to do something you don't normally do, and do a shit ton of it. If you normally don't make eye contact with people, make a lot of eye contact and have labored breathing. Kinda like you're stalking them, yes. At that point, they should have a response that sounds something like "Please just go back home. You're too sick to work. Get some rest."
They want you to be your normal self.
If you're not your normal self, it's only a short bridge between the neurons in their brain that will tell them you're not well.
So if you're normally a bitch, you should try being really soft and sweet and nice. "How do I know if I'm normally a bitch, mackenna?" "Trust me, dear reader. Take the safe route and assume that you are."
If everyone followed my advice, the world would be such a nice place
Lots of bad ass motherfucking ninjas everywhere
LOOK THERE'S ONE NAO
Oh, and have a remix.
So relaxing.
Go drive through your nearest big city at sunset with your fanciest clothes on and pretend to be in a music video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFnqEo9367s
*waves hand* "This is not the mini-guide you're looking for"
Those punks think they can just release Dead Space 3 and not tell me about it. Whatevs bro. I'm not butthurt about it in any way. I'll just RELEASE AN AWESOME GAME BY MYSELF AND NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT IT.
So if you have to convince someone, whomever it might be, (mom, brother, boss, etc.) that you are unfit to carry out whatever top secret mission they assign you, the trick is always in the behavior. In order to put on a facade of intense illness so that you might blatantly lie to another human being, you must first convince yourself that you ARE sick. It's a placebo. Everything's a placebo. God, I could not have picked a better topic for my English 102 research paper.
PLACEBO EFFECTS
HAO DO THEY WORK.
I sound like a cross between a Tibetan monk and a lolcat when i write these things..
I'm just getting over being sick myself, for real, and I find that when I am struggling with an illness of any sort, my avility to spell becomes highly flawed. Like I've already had to press backspace a good 1.3 million times and I'm only halfway through the fucking post.
"1.3 million," you might say? "that's an exaggeration, mackenna."
"Yes it is, my dear critic. I pulled the number from the amount of times you've questioned your self-worth." I might respond.
But I'm not that mean, now am I?
...There's a bunch of women with their heads cocked at a slight angle with very colorful, shiny hair looking at me through slit eyelids on my dresser. How did I end up with so many boxes of hair dye?
Oh wait, I was writing about something. Pretending to be sick. The easiest route is to do something you don't normally do, and do a shit ton of it. If you normally don't make eye contact with people, make a lot of eye contact and have labored breathing. Kinda like you're stalking them, yes. At that point, they should have a response that sounds something like "Please just go back home. You're too sick to work. Get some rest."
They want you to be your normal self.
If you're not your normal self, it's only a short bridge between the neurons in their brain that will tell them you're not well.
So if you're normally a bitch, you should try being really soft and sweet and nice. "How do I know if I'm normally a bitch, mackenna?" "Trust me, dear reader. Take the safe route and assume that you are."
If everyone followed my advice, the world would be such a nice place
Lots of bad ass motherfucking ninjas everywhere
LOOK THERE'S ONE NAO
Oh, and have a remix.
So relaxing.
Go drive through your nearest big city at sunset with your fanciest clothes on and pretend to be in a music video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFnqEo9367s
Thursday, January 31, 2013
How to Properly Make Decisions
How to Properly Make Decisions
a mini-guide by Mackenna
We all have to make decisions sometimes. What should I take a picture of with my camera? What should I paint a picture of next? Which of the people sitting across from me on the Light Rail should I stare awkwardly at while I furiously draw on my own knee? Should I microwave a frozen dinner, or eat the whole thing in it's natural frozen state and be officially classified as a nutcase? What remix should I post on my blog today?
SO MANY GODDAMN DECISIONS
I might not know everything, but I do know this: I pretty much know everything, with a rough translation laced with my own personally poisonous ingredients of language thrown in. Making decisions can be easy if you look at it from a different point of view: I'm not going to say logical, because we often hear that word with an incorrect understanding of what that really entails.
I want you to find a mirror right now, look into it, and say "Logic is not something you learn consciously. In order to seek the verification of one's own logistics, one must inquire into the severity of the true identification in which society thrives as a mass of multi-cognitive individuals on perceptive yet balanced heterogeneous grounds."
GOOD JOB. you have now uttered complete bullshit to yourself at the command of a virtual mackenna.
How does that make you feel?
As for decision making, it's all in the gut. No, not the two cups of flavored vodka you just powered down that is now mixing with the unfortunately timed dinner of tostadas and black bean salsa in your stomach. How fortunate for you, I'm sure you'll enjoy seeing that a second time. NO! LOOK PAST THE VODKA. Your decision gland rests a little above your gut, more in your throat area. Behind your sternum. There you go.
Ask yourself a question out loud. Should I eat a cupcake for dessert even though I just ran a mile and a half? Now picture yourself eating the cupcake. Focus on the feels that picture gives you. If the feels are undeniably good, then obviouslY YOU SHOULD GRAB A CUPCAKE BEFORE THEY'RE ALL GONE. If you picture yourself ravenously consuming the cupcake and then being ridden with guilt that the last half mile you ran rigorously today was for nothing, and you see your head hang in shame as makeup stained tears pour down your face, then I have news for you! Your life is not a soap opera, it's an adventure movie and you are the heroic main character that overcomes temptation and tragedy for the sake of RESULTS.
just kidding. eat the cupcake, bitch. You deserve it for how hard you worked.
Also, as the above implies, You may contact me for any decisions you might need help with. I'm great with trusting my sternum.
Now for this evening's remix.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyRcnxp1Vss
a mini-guide by Mackenna
We all have to make decisions sometimes. What should I take a picture of with my camera? What should I paint a picture of next? Which of the people sitting across from me on the Light Rail should I stare awkwardly at while I furiously draw on my own knee? Should I microwave a frozen dinner, or eat the whole thing in it's natural frozen state and be officially classified as a nutcase? What remix should I post on my blog today?
SO MANY GODDAMN DECISIONS
I might not know everything, but I do know this: I pretty much know everything, with a rough translation laced with my own personally poisonous ingredients of language thrown in. Making decisions can be easy if you look at it from a different point of view: I'm not going to say logical, because we often hear that word with an incorrect understanding of what that really entails.
I want you to find a mirror right now, look into it, and say "Logic is not something you learn consciously. In order to seek the verification of one's own logistics, one must inquire into the severity of the true identification in which society thrives as a mass of multi-cognitive individuals on perceptive yet balanced heterogeneous grounds."
GOOD JOB. you have now uttered complete bullshit to yourself at the command of a virtual mackenna.
How does that make you feel?
As for decision making, it's all in the gut. No, not the two cups of flavored vodka you just powered down that is now mixing with the unfortunately timed dinner of tostadas and black bean salsa in your stomach. How fortunate for you, I'm sure you'll enjoy seeing that a second time. NO! LOOK PAST THE VODKA. Your decision gland rests a little above your gut, more in your throat area. Behind your sternum. There you go.
Ask yourself a question out loud. Should I eat a cupcake for dessert even though I just ran a mile and a half? Now picture yourself eating the cupcake. Focus on the feels that picture gives you. If the feels are undeniably good, then obviouslY YOU SHOULD GRAB A CUPCAKE BEFORE THEY'RE ALL GONE. If you picture yourself ravenously consuming the cupcake and then being ridden with guilt that the last half mile you ran rigorously today was for nothing, and you see your head hang in shame as makeup stained tears pour down your face, then I have news for you! Your life is not a soap opera, it's an adventure movie and you are the heroic main character that overcomes temptation and tragedy for the sake of RESULTS.
just kidding. eat the cupcake, bitch. You deserve it for how hard you worked.
Also, as the above implies, You may contact me for any decisions you might need help with. I'm great with trusting my sternum.
Now for this evening's remix.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyRcnxp1Vss
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