When I was working at my first job, I never got stuck in rush-hour traffic. I would leave home after the gridlock, and by 4 o’clock, I would be packing my bag early to beat the traffic home.
I maintained this schedule of 6-7 hours per day for years, and nobody questioned me about it for a long time. Firstly, I worked at a client site, so they never raised any eyebrows when I arrived long after everyone else – they just assumed that I had been working from home or at another building in the city.
Secondly, my outputs were immense. I’m not just bragging – my metrics were consistently at the top of the table for my team, so the notion that I was not warming a seat for a full 40 hour week was never on my boss’s radar.
I was originally planning to write this as an article about how to meet new friends, but after a humorous moment of self-reflection and honesty, I’ve decided to keep my article writing to areas that I know about and am at least vaguely competent.
And so instead, I am going to focus on thinning your personal social herd – or at least, assessing it.
I love having a feedback form here on TruthInjected. The sentiment in the messages that I receive are so varied, and it’s great to hear from the people who read what I write.
I have noticed some common themes in the messages that I have received, and my semi-autistic brain has sorted them into four distinct groups. If you are creating content, or are thinking about it, here are the main archetypes of people that you will meet.
We hit a pretty major milestone here at TruthInjected this week.
We now have over 100 subscribers!
So before I get into what is happening with the site, I want to express a massive thank you to all who have subscribed. When a site is in its beginning stages like TruthInjected has been over the past few years, having a loyal base of readers and subscribers helps the site more than anything else, so once again, thank you!
America’s mid-terms are just around the corner, and at a time where political and social upheavals are rampant, there are so many issues through which the battle lines are drawn. You just need to log into social media to see the topics that people are posting about on their Facebook timelines and earnestly tweeting about to see that times have moved on from the era of people Rick-rolling each other and posting cat memes.
Social media has become a vehicle for ideological wars, and through the smoke of the rhetorical artillery shells, there’s a disturbing and perhaps even surprising reality that is emerging.
The unhealthiest phase of my life was between the ages of 20 and 25. I smoked a pack a day, ate terrible food most of the time, went to bed after midnight every night and got up just in time to shit and shave for work. Yes, I was that guy – the last one to stumble in the office door.
For 5 years of my life, somewhere in the murky waters of my late teens and early 20’s, my life was like a slow-motion race to the bottom between eating a terrible diet, smoking cigarettes, partying too hard, driving too fast, staying up until dawn, mixing with people who weren’t resourceful to my cause, and harboring complete apathy towards anything beyond tomorrow.
I was going to live forever, so anything that involved responsibility or serious planning could wait until later.
Most people like to live in a safe space of their own design. They don’t want to do anything that will test their abilities, confront ideologies that challenge their worldview, nor will they do anything that others might see as odd or socially unacceptable.
I’m not talking about streaking at a sporting event either.