Work Smarter Not Harder

Out of all those stupid proverbs and advice that only a high school councilor or a wise sensei would say, work smarter not harder. My fatal flaw is that I usually just jump into working for any task, whether big or small, without really planning.

I’ve done this so many times, especially for school work and essays. And even this blog page. I won’t even think long enough about a good topic or what I really want to do; I just start writing it from scratch. And it usually takes me a thousand words to realize its crap but I don’t want to redo it because I’ve already written a thousand words. I’ve done this with countless blogs that never meet my seal of approval.

 I’m also very stubborn and if I’ve been doing something some way for a long time I don’t want to change the way I do it. To give a fucked up analogy, I’m like a milk farmer that doesn’t want to upgrade to a milking machine even though he gets kicked in the jaw and balls every time he milks cows.

There are a lot of things that I have changed my opinion of. I have just started eating yogurt and I love it. I look back and wondered why I never really tried it before. I also hear about people who have never watched Star Wars and even though I urgently recommend it. They won’t even give it a chance. I mean come on its Star Wars, not Brokeback Mountain.

And sometimes I still have to give something a chance. The first time I saw Family Guy I thought it was stupid. That all changed by the fourth episode and now is one of my all-time favorite shows. I even have seasons one, two and three on DVD and the Family Guy Star Wars Trilogy, which is absolutely hilarious.

One of my biggest mistakes had to be working out. Without even discussing it with other people or looking anything up online, I just started to go with it. And my first routine I did have had to be the most retarded ever because back then I really didn’t have any weights. My motto was “no pain, no gain” and I also thought I better just start eating tons of meat. So I pretty much looked manorexic, even though I ate way more than anyone and ended up forcing myself to eat a shit load of food just before.

Then having no weights I would do retarded isometric resistance exercises that my high school teacher taught us like sitting on a chair against a wall, only with no chair. And I did this till I could no longer do it. I also thought stretching was for ballerinas and pussies.

And to top it off, I decided to work out every night except for weekends. So I was sore everyday and never really gave myself a chance to rest because I thought that would have to be the best way to bulk up. In other words I thought I’m forcing my muscles to grow.

After I started doing it, I pretty much hated it. I got a bit depressed because between school, homework and working out I didn’t have much leisure time to relax or watch Dawson’s Creek. I was always tired. That all changed in college. Most of my classes were after noon and I could finally sleep in. Sleeping in is one the best feeling ever, what a difference that can make.

And I was hardly seeing any results. But I wouldn’t stop or even change my routine for years. Now I go to Good Life only twice a week and only for about 45 minutes at a time and it’s so incredibly easy. I actually enjoy hitting the gym now. So in conclusion, knowledge can really be power. It’s never too late to change and try something new. Except crack, you don’t want to try it.