If there’s one group of people in this world that I’ve given more grief to than Justin Bieber fans, it’s hipsters.
Far too often, I encounter them and immediately rule them as pretentious snobs who are more about virtue signaling than anything else. To be honest, I stand by that assessment.
But then I think about how society is fragile, how civilization is a delicate glass construct that could shatter at any given moment. Should that happen–and I’m not saying it will, mind you, or that I want it to, just that it might–do you know the one group of people that will probably help civilization return more than any other?
It ain’t necessarily the preppers. It’ll be the hipsters.
I woke up this morning, ready for another day. I met it with my usual mixture of trepidation an readiness. I’m not really a morning person, after all, I just fake it really well by getting up insanely early so no one sees the worst of it.
But today, “the worst of it” met me straight in the face.
Overnight, there was a mass shooting in California. At least 12 people are reported dead, including the gunman and a police officer who responded to the incident.
That would have made it a depressing enough morning, but I also found that Fox News host Tucker Carlson was doxxed and a group of “protestors” descended on his house like a plague of locusts.
The two incidents together–though they’re not related in any way–remind us that the world is going nuts and it’s up to you to get ready for it.
No matter how awesome you are, at some point, things aren’t going to work out right. It’s a simple fact of life. Your girlfriend breaks up with you, you get shot down by the girl of your dreams, you get laid off from work, or any of a number of possibilities. All of these things happen to each and every one of us.
What defines a man in this regard is how he deals with it.
Everyone encounters it at some point, but the issue is that many can’t accept that it happens nor use it in a positive manner.
Several years ago, I bought a newspaper. This is long before Portlandia had someone do the same thing for laughs. I really did it.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work out. The reasons are irrelevant, but it didn’t.
It would have been easy to roll over and die. Failure hurts, and because the success was pretty public, so was the failure. That made it worse for me.
However, I thought about other fails throughout history. In particular, Steve Jobs. I read his biography a short time after he died, and I was struck with one very important thing. Jobs failed. Continue reading “Failure and Disappointment”