If life gives you lemons, you only really have two options. Take a big hard bite, or make lemonade. This is fundamentally, in my opinion, the way the successful differ from the rest. Everyone is capable of doing both of those things, but a rare few choose to make the lemonade.
People spend their lives complaining, wishing for things they cant have; good looks or being taller. The common thing is these things are out of your control, they are your life’s lemons.
Right now, I expect to have your attention, but I doubt you are involved with the post and you are simply passively reading. PASSIVE will very rarely get you anywhere in life. Effort will. About time we all put in some effort then isn’t it
Right now, say to yourself the lemon in your life. Are you short? Not good looking? Not very clever? I want you to think of things that you can’t change (genetic traits)
Right, get that on paper now! In the middle of an a4 sheet would be best so u got room to write stuff around it!
Here’s mine, I have a relatively rare genetic disorder called osteogenesis imperfecta (brittle bones). I am sure some of you are aware of Sean from a video chief posted (the small guy in the wheelchair). He has the same condition. Luckily for me, I am nowhere near as badly affected as he is. The only obvious ways it affects me to an outside observer is that I am short (5ft) and I sometimes use crutches if I am walking a long way. To give you an idea though, I have broken 68 major bones (mainly my legs) to date, the vast majority of which occurred between birth and 15 years old. I won’t lie to you, broken bones hurt like hell and take about 6-8 weeks to heal (and then you have to build up muscle strength again). Hopefully now the title of the thread makes sense
So right now, I bet the majority of you are thinking to yourself something along the lines of “that must be terrible” “how awful” etc. Stop that thinking right now : P Thinking like that insinuates I am not as good if not better because of it. I will step away from PU for the moment, these are all the things I have achieved so far in my life (I am 17):
- I play wheelchair basketball for my country
- I am planning on going to the top medical school in the country in a year and a half
- I can play 2 musical instruments to grade 4, I am also teaching myself to play guitar
- I have done some modelling for hair salons and sports clothing
I think that just about sums up the big things. This brings me to the next task in our active post, I hope you still have that bit of paper. In the top right corner, write at least 3 things you have achieved in life (NOT PU related) that you are proud of. If you are not fully comfortable telling people about those amazing things and feeling proud of them, tell someone about them every day!
Right, now seems a good time to move onto a PU context. Firstly, the major thing you would think would let me down would be my height, well guess what, it doesn’t (will cover this more later). *did I mention that being my height makes hugs rather amazing!*
Guess what, even though I have a disability I have always generally been a confident, happy fun and alpha guy. I swear you haven’t seen it all until u have seen a group of beautiful girls and alpha guys all listening and following to someone who is 5ft. The looks on the street are priceless! Without meaning to sound to up myself, this is proof inner game is one of the biggest pieces of the puzzle.
But in all seriousness, how does my disability give me an advantage. I’ll tell you:
- AMOG won’t do anything at first, come on, I am disabled imagine how bad it would make them look! And once they realise I can take it, it’s too late for them since I have the dominance
- Peacocking with crutches. Seriously, crutches get you attention from EVERYONE! They all want to know why, the only difference between attention and attraction is adding a sexual charge to it.
- I will never get rudely blown out (not that I would get blown out
) Exact same reason as AMOG
Right, back to your bit of paper. I want you to think of advantages of your problem. There will ALWAYS be some. E.g Tall? You will always be able to see over the crowds to see people. Make them as serious or silly as you want, its to put a positive spin on everything. I’ll do a silly one for me, at least I will never have to run anywhere
I am sure if you have read this far you are either enjoying it, or hoping something good is coming soon. Luckily, no matter which category you’re in for the above statement you’re in luck, something fun is coming!
BUT......... before that, I want to address my last point. I will almost guarantee 90% of people think they have a problem that can actually be fixed with EFFORT (remember what I said about nothing is achieved through being passive). I will use physical fitness as an example because it applies to me. Because of my disability I couldn’t participate in all the “normal” sports at school like footy or rugby. However, I have a 6 pack, pecks and some nice muscles. I got fit, I went to the gym, I did sports I could do and you know what, it pays off. On the back of your bit of paper, I want you to write something you want to change about yourself and how you are going to change it. Set yourself a REALISTIC goal (no going from 18stone to 12 in a week). Start off with something easy, say you want to lose weight, maybe not to eat that chocolate bar when u get home. Stick to your goal, and achieve it.
Right, now to the funny I promised! Hobbit told me to include this as he finds it so funny. I have posted it before however I was in hospital on morphine at the time, so here goes again!
The greatest sarge to A&E!!
It was me, alone at a wedding in the middle of the country. It was fantastic, we arrived at the watermill and watched the wedding before shimmying off to the after party (on the couples land). As the night got on, I was happily talking and flirting with two very attractive girls. It was great, free bar and two women, why weren’t all weddings like this I thought to myself.
The lovely HB10 I was with had got fed up sharing me with the other girl and was making it very obvious I should isolate(please forgive me for not taking the subtle hints this was about 7months ago). I was just about to make my move when I got a text from a friend at the wedding.....
“some1 in the main tent wants to give you a kiss mate!!”. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was curiosity but either way I decided to go have a look. The HB10 whispered to me that she would have a drink for us 2 and a blanket to go and *look at the stars
* for when I got back.
I went into the main tent, barely inside a rather chunky lady flung her arms around me in a drunken hug and tried to kiss me, I guessed this was the girl. I peeled her off and started talking to her. I was trying to help my friend out who obviously liked her, I didn’t think it would be too hard, he’s a great guy. I had just got the two of them into a good conversation when i noticed my parents in the tent as well so went and said hi quickly. I was about to leave, thinking the HB 10 would have the stuff ready when my dad said rather loudly that I should give the girl a hug before I go (the very drunken one who tried to kiss me). Before I knew what was happening, she decided she wanted to dance with me. Arms round my neck and she starts spinning. I was a little tipsy and struggling to keep my balance and then it happened....... I tripped on some old ladies crutches! I didn’t want to go down, so I stamped my other leg down to stay upright. Now the bad part, she did the biggest spin yet, over a 180 deg turn and my foot was hard down on the floor! CRACK! I heard it go nicely about half way around the twist, my left thigh had snapped near the top. I started to fall since that was the only think holding me up, unfortunately she was using my to stay upright herself, so she came down on top, her knee on my broken thigh. I felt it bend, about 20degs and oh my it hurt! But the worst was yet to come, she hadn’t realised (since I didn’t shout out, you realise that it doesn’t help and its better to stay calm). Because she had no idea, she assumed I was on the floor for some more, intimate dancing! She flung one of her legs over me and started dry humping me.... with my broken and bent thigh.... OUCH!
Needless to say, she was quickly removed and I was taken into the house. To cut a long story short, nearly an air ambulance to the local hospital dressed as Jonney deep (pirates was the theme of the after party)! Then 4 days later they realised they couldn’t fix it so a 5 hours ambulance trip to somewhere that could (still bent and broken). I was in hospital for 2 weeks, luckily with a very attractive student nurse. 7months later, my leg is just about better and all the muscle back.
The reason for sharing that story again was to point out how I turned that shit situation into a positive, since then, I have told that story to every HB who asked me why I was on crutches at college. DHV to the max! (zip, if you read this you better be proud of that DHV story
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Keep that bit of paper as well, set goals and achieve them and above all else, start enjoying that lemonade
Madals
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