#101: Don't let money control your life!
"If you want to be happy, be."
Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy
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#101: Don't let money control your life!
"If you want to be happy, be."
Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy
#102: Once one's basic needs are met, all happiness and joy comes from within - (and from friends and animals, but certainly not from lingerie and jewelry.)
103 - Take lazy afternoon naps
Tip 104: "I find that ninety percent of the things I worry about don't happen. Also, of the things that do happen, it wouldn't have occurred to me to worry about half of them. Therefore, the more things I worry about, the fewer things are likely to happen."
Tip #106: Learn to say 'no'.
I'm awful at this.
"Hey David, would you mind giving up an entire day's work to run through mindless-exercise-number-forty-two with me?" "Hey David, would you mind proofreading my 20,000 word thesis on Marxist economics?" "Hey David, would you help me build a three-room extension on my house?" "Hey David, would you help me dispose of the bodies?"
Life is dumping far too much work on me at the moment, but I'm still pathalogically incapable of turning down a request for help...
A good idea that I tend to forget is to take a certain amount of cash with me when going out and leave the bank card behind. I've had some expensive nights knowing I had that card. Just make sure you've got enough to get a cab back if needed.
I'm glad you like sexy women! :) But I generally get more happiness and comfort from my flannel and my down comforter (which requires geese) and being able to heat my home in winter.
Several years ago a guy friend of mine asked me if he could have a pair of my panties. I thought it was an odd request, but I said okay. He went through my drawer and picked out something. I was surprised at what he wanted. It was one of the most worn out and cheapest items I owned. (And now I'm reminded that guys like cheap.) Months later, or maybe a year later, I was at his home and he opened his drawer, and I couldn't believe that those underwear were in his drawer. He still had them! I still wonder what he was doing with them. I'm not sure how this fits. I just think that a lot of that sexy lingerie looks uncomfortable and is unnecessary, unless a woman wants to attract every lecher in the kingdom. Nowadays I like good underwear that fits well, but to me it's always called underwear.
A corollary of this would be
Tip 107: Doing nothing is often something.
I used to go to a lot of pubs and parties and restaurants just because people would call and say, "You doing anything tonight?" and I'd confess I wasn't. Then they'd invite me somewhere and I'd feel that, having said I was doing nothing else, I was obliged to go. The only way out of it was to lie at the outset.
"You doing anything tonight?"
"Yeah - I'm, er, going to see my sister in hospital."
In my thirties, when a lot of stuff was occurring to me about myself, I realised that the choice was not simply between whether to acquiesce or to tell fibs.
"You doing anything tonight?"
"No."
"Great! Want to meet me at The Grapes for a game of pool?"
"Sorry, I can't. I'm not doing anything tonight. That's what I want to do."
The principle applies to problems, too.
"This is going to be a mess. What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing."
"You've got to do something!"
"Yeah, I know. I'm going to do nothing. If we leave it alone, it'll sort itself out."
A lot (but not all) problems will simply run out of gas and collapse if you don't keep topping up their tank with energetic attempts to 'do something'.