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People often ask me how they can get over their fears. For example, they are scared to quit their job and start a business.
Somewhere in our past, we were told it’s bad to daydream, because it meant doing nothing — staring out the window — instead of doing what we’re supposed to be doing. To admit we’re daydreaming felt like it needed an apology.
I don’t know why I have this rebellious nature. I tend to want to be the opposite of my surroundings.
I used to use Gmail. But one day, as I typed my mother’s email address into the “To:” field, Google popped up a prompt asking if I also wanted to CC my uncle. That was so invasive and creepy that I deleted the account immediately and never used it again. I don’t want automated intelligence in my private email.
The most relaxed feeling I know is after going back and forth between a super-hot pool and super cold pool.
I spend a lot time thinking of alternate ways to approach life.
What do you call it when you skip school or work for a day, to do whatever you want instead? In America, we call it playing hooky. In England, we call it skiving. (Got another word for it?)
I took my 7-year-old to London today. I made two plans: if it rains, we go to a museum, if not, we go to the zoo.
Since I’m living in Europe now, I thought it would be good to tour everywhere in Europe, and get to know it better.
My friend has a huge crush on someone.
A few years ago, I thought it would be fun to get into camping.
When you experience someone else’s genius work, a little part of you feels, “That’s what I could have, would have, and should have done!”
People with many interests often ask my advice on which industry or career path they should follow.
I used to like the internet. I thought it was cool, creative, wild, untamed, expressive, decentralized, and educational. I guess it was, back then, but now? I kinda hate most of what’s out there.
I’ve started writing my autobiography. I’ll keep writing it for the rest of my life. It’s private now, but will be released the week I die.
Imagine you host a dinner party with two doctors and two accountants. You introduce the doctors to each other and the accountants to each other, assuming they’d have the most in common.
I met a couple who were thinking of quitting their jobs and travelling the world for a year. They asked my thoughts.