DJ Xian: New Year's Unsolicited Advice (rant)

(Take what you will and whatever applies from the rant.)


Time to pull your collective heads out of your asses and start taking personal responsibility for yourself and your "life". Figure out your financial situation, and your long term plans for security and savings. Living at home with mom and dad doesn't cut it. Living on your friend's couches, doesn't cut it. Living from relationship to relationship in your b/f's/g/f's pad doesn't cut it (and is real fucking shitty and pathetic...quite the "catch" aren't you?). Living in that peice of shit car that will cost you more than rent per month near the end of it's life, also doesn't cut it.

If you don't have a job, get a fucking job. Nobody owes you a dime once you're 18, and pussying around trying to prolong that childhood irresponsibility when you're pushing 20, 25, 30, or worse, 35, is fucking sad. Especially the girls who keep waiting for some replacement daddy to take care of them. Get a clue and stop insulting my gender with that antiquated attitude.

If you're still in school, suck it up and finish it. That degree might seem unimportant to you now, but it's the difference of $20k in most industries and career paths. If you're one of those, "I want to stay at home and pop out babies," ditzes, shut the fuck up and do it anyways. When you're ambition of marrying rich bites you in the ass with some abusive asshole or a guy who dumps your dumb and lazy ass for all it's worth(less), you'll be happy to have a backup plan.

Overall, stop pretending like there's no tomorrow, or no next week, or next year. There's no excuse to not plan for your future. Even if it's stupid, write down a list of 10 things (be realistic) you want to do to make your life meaningful, and then for each thing, write down the 1-5 prerequisites to make this happen, and start actualizing shit. And fuck that emo apathy in the ass, dry. Just shut up and do it. Do something that makes you more than a forgetable leech on society. Something to look back on fondly when you're old and infirm, and can say, "I did that. I lived that."

And not from some government rest home if you're lucky, or on the street's if you're not. But from your own home. Cause in case you forgot, this is America. The land of opportunity, and a land of the american dream: to own property. $50k saved up in 30 years might not mean much here in LA, but it can get you a practical mansion in other states. And by the time you're old enough to afford it, you'll probably be tired of this town anyhow. And if not property, there's so many other ways to make you're life one with measure.


If a pathetic loser like me can do what I've done, imagine what you could do? There's just no excuse to keep existing as a mindless dreg without change or ambition or challenge. And if you think you're being some kind of fucking rebel to the system, get a fucking clue and grow the fuck up already.



PS - To all the fucking wannabe "suicide girls" out there, nobody wants to see that shit when you're dried up and old. Unless you want to be that 40 year old stripper down the road, you best figure your shit out and make plans.


PPS - Stay the fuck off of tweak. Habitual tweakers are the lowest scum that's born from the recreational food chain. They lie, steal, cheat, and invite drama and lie some more before their life takes a nose dive and takes anyone they can grab onto, with them for part of the ride. Quite frankly none of you can afford that shit financially or physically. That emanciated to fat look with the fucked up teeth, "speed bumps", and perpetual paranoid anxiety after five years is real fucking charming and is sure to win hearts and jobs.