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- am i the weird one?
IM BACK IN CONNECTICUT and it’s way too fucking cold. a week ago i was shitting on Los Angeles. 3 days in, and i’m already kinda missing it.
gems of the week
list of things ive discovered and wanted to share
Peter Thiel and Tyler Cowen on America’s Stagnation and startups
Creating inventions that’ll change humanity - Tim Ferriss, Danny Hillis, and Kevin Kelly
armaan’s thoughts
the grass is always greener on the side fertilized with bullshit
i really love seeing people change. i really don’t love seeing people stay the same.
books are a lonely man’s best friend.
1 reflection
am i the weird one?
take a hit of a joint, down a swig of whiskey, nail a shot of tequila - we’re getting a lil deep.
over the past week and a half, i’ve wrapped up my internship, come back to CT, and interacted with a dozen or so high school acquaintances. we’re all graduating and finishing college, so everyone’s got the million dollar question on their mind “what are you doing after college?”.
some people say grad schools. others have an investment banking job lined up. but most of us are clueless. so when i say “i wanna go into independent media and work in a small company - one that produces podcasts, youtube videos, and in-depth interviews about the frontiers of science and technology” - i get gawked at like im a fucking penguin in the middle of the Amazon Jungle.
now i get why.
1 - that answer of “working in a media startup” sounds pretentious as fuck.
2 - i sound very “sure” of myself - and IMO, doubt and skepticism, especially towards yourself and your own thoughts, is the root of self-development/progress.
and 3 - WHO THE FUCK SAYS THAT?
i guess im weird for wanting to work in an environment that doesn’t suck the living soul out of me, and environment which allows me to pursue my curiosity and get interested in things and think about hard problems - but GOD DAMN IT SOUNDS SO FUN.
i dont know why im so upset when i say this answer and someone gives me the “uhhhh??” look. i get it. im weird. im stuck in my own mind. and most of you motherfuckers are going to sit in a cubicle for the next 40 years and drown out the internal suffering with copious amoungs of 818 tequila and Zyns.
but god damnit.
i don’t want that.
and i want people to fucking accept me.
but oh well. maybe the juice isn’t worth the squeeze.
i’ve lived without their admiration.
i think i can keep doing it.
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appreciation
shoutout to ChatGPT, you’re my savior.
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