Hey Brad, it's me, "Adams" or Seth, or Seth Frischknecht. I hope you remember me (that's actually what my question has to do with). Anyway, I was just wasting time (or so I thought) when I came across your good advice blog! I can't believe I've made it this far in life without all of that. For some reason, the gods have been good to me and have given me this chance to start receiving your advice. Anyway, my question is how can I get people like you and Coach Talley to think I'm still cool? I mean, in High School, Coach Talley and I were friends and stuff, and now I think he thinks I was just another one of those kids, you know? And you - I still remember you talking to me right before the 800 at State my Senior year, telling me to go out there and have fun and all. How does someone cool stay cool?
Thanks man,
Seth - Fruit Heights
First things first. I doubt a God sent you to me. It was just dumb luck. But luck all the same. And not luck as in some super natural force.
Secondly, I too, am surprised that you made it this far in life with out royally effing up without my advice. It is lucky you found this site when you did.
You will never be be just another one of the kids. When meets get rolling, Coach Talley has a hard time remembering to eat. In fact, one time he was so wrapped up in the races he forgot to breath. 2 or 3 minutes later he started to turn purple I had to throw a glass of cold water in his face to get his attention. I swear he was seconds away from passing out. What I am trying to say is; don't take it personally. Talley has a job to do at meets and he doe sit well. The Darts aren't where they are because Coach Talley is shooting the breeze with people. It's not us, it's him. ;)
Secondly, if you want to stay cool, then be cool. You don't people to tell you that you are cool. Just be cool. It's more of a state of mind. Just be who you are and don't worry about it. In life there are going to be people that like you no matter what, and there will be people who do not like you. Why waste your time worrying about people who do not like you, when you could be hanging with people who do?
If I worried about the people who didn't like me...well let's for the sake of this advice say that there are actually people who don't like me...well, I would have less time to be cool and give great advice.
Without getting into B.S. crap like "The Secret", just be what you want to be. Having other people think you are cool starts with you thinking you are cool. The rest is just sitting around chilling out, and letting the ladies swoon.
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Beauty Woes!
Brad I was just wondering why some people like me that are so beautiful, must look at people who are obviously not as good looking as I. I mean they get to look at me and, my eyes my poor eyes are stuck looking at crap. Why?
Corbin - Layton, UT
Oh, the age old question: "Why must thou look upon ugly people when thy face is so beautiful?" This isn't as simple as one would first think. Many would simply say: "Well then don't look at them." But this issue is much more complex.
I remember the day I found out I was beautiful. I was walking down Front street in my home town. I wore my Tuff skin jeans, and blue "Roo" shoes, with their too small to fit jack crap, less a quarter, pouch on their side. I had a wad of Big League chew bubble gum, getting worked over by my teeth filling my mouth from cheek to cheek. I remember walking past the dance studio which is on the bottom floor of my towns only "slum apartments". When I walked past the window, all of the girls who were there dancing ran to the window. They were smiling, and winking at me as I passed. I can still see, in my mind, one girl who was at least 2 years older than I, mouth the words: Call me". I was confused about what all of the "Hubba baloo" was about until I walked past L & R Variety.
I was stopped dead in my tracks by what I saw in the reflection of that big picture window. It took my eyes a couple of seconds to focus in on what was reflecting back at me. First I could see the hazel eyes meant for a Greek God. Then I could see the beautiful blonde hair, that looked like it belonged on the head of Fred from Scooby Doo. Next I noticed the Golden brown tanned face staring back at me. After 10 to 15 seconds of staring at this beautiful reflection I realized that reflection was mine. My over sized wad of Bubble Gum nearly fell to the sidewalk as I could barely keep my mouth from popping open. It was then that I , as a mere 6 or 7 year old knew I was beautiful.
With a new bit of bounce in my step, I walked back past the Dance Studio. This time, I knew I had sparkle in my eyes. Everyone was back to the window, staring, winking, yearning, longing. I admit a few mugs weren't as easy on my eyes and I would hope. And first I wanted to turn away in hopes of preserving that sparkle I have. But then it hit me. My calling was to show the World what beauty is.
Corbin, I know it is hard to have people looking, staring, drooling, and breathing hard when you walk by. But you are that picture window that they long to look at. But you are no reflection. You are the face, that person, that soul that they long for.
My advice to you? Accept your calling. Know that this is your destiny. If you weren't suppose to be that beacon of beauty, than evolution would have stopped those beautiful genes in their tracks. You are the reason. You are the light. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
Now go and grin some more.
COMMENTS?
Corbin - Layton, UT
Oh, the age old question: "Why must thou look upon ugly people when thy face is so beautiful?" This isn't as simple as one would first think. Many would simply say: "Well then don't look at them." But this issue is much more complex.
I remember the day I found out I was beautiful. I was walking down Front street in my home town. I wore my Tuff skin jeans, and blue "Roo" shoes, with their too small to fit jack crap, less a quarter, pouch on their side. I had a wad of Big League chew bubble gum, getting worked over by my teeth filling my mouth from cheek to cheek. I remember walking past the dance studio which is on the bottom floor of my towns only "slum apartments". When I walked past the window, all of the girls who were there dancing ran to the window. They were smiling, and winking at me as I passed. I can still see, in my mind, one girl who was at least 2 years older than I, mouth the words: Call me". I was confused about what all of the "Hubba baloo" was about until I walked past L & R Variety.
I was stopped dead in my tracks by what I saw in the reflection of that big picture window. It took my eyes a couple of seconds to focus in on what was reflecting back at me. First I could see the hazel eyes meant for a Greek God. Then I could see the beautiful blonde hair, that looked like it belonged on the head of Fred from Scooby Doo. Next I noticed the Golden brown tanned face staring back at me. After 10 to 15 seconds of staring at this beautiful reflection I realized that reflection was mine. My over sized wad of Bubble Gum nearly fell to the sidewalk as I could barely keep my mouth from popping open. It was then that I , as a mere 6 or 7 year old knew I was beautiful.
With a new bit of bounce in my step, I walked back past the Dance Studio. This time, I knew I had sparkle in my eyes. Everyone was back to the window, staring, winking, yearning, longing. I admit a few mugs weren't as easy on my eyes and I would hope. And first I wanted to turn away in hopes of preserving that sparkle I have. But then it hit me. My calling was to show the World what beauty is.
Corbin, I know it is hard to have people looking, staring, drooling, and breathing hard when you walk by. But you are that picture window that they long to look at. But you are no reflection. You are the face, that person, that soul that they long for.
My advice to you? Accept your calling. Know that this is your destiny. If you weren't suppose to be that beacon of beauty, than evolution would have stopped those beautiful genes in their tracks. You are the reason. You are the light. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
Now go and grin some more.
COMMENTS?
Pimp Pains!
Brad, I heard all the way in Hawaii that you had the coolest blog in the world!!
I was just wondering (because I know you know what it's like) how to deal with the reality of being a pimp for life? It's rough for me, you know?
Hope your doing awesome, thanks for always making everyone laugh and smile.
Aloha,
Ryan - Hawaii, USA
Oh my young apprentice, I feel your pain. It is hard feeling the pressure that society has put on you to be such an amazing individual, especially among the lady type. My advice may come as no surprise to you. In fact, it may be what you would have written if our pimpin' roles were reversed. My advice to you is; Do yo' thang!
Just do what you do best. If it is cool, as it obviously is, it will be cool. There is nothing you can do about it. If you try to be cool, or a pimp in our case, it doesn't take long for folks to see right through your Pimpin' facade. Your life is too short to get hung up on doing what you think other people want you to do. It also takes too much energy.
Some of the coolest people I know were cool, not because they were your stereotypical cool guy, but because they were who they were with no apologies. It was their quirks that made them who they are. It made them unique. They didn't try to be unique, they were just them selves.
So you may have been blessed with the curse of being a pimp. (To all other's reading: I am using Pimp as a slang term , not as an actual pimp who prostitutes women. I mean it as a total stud, who gets the ladies...if you know what I mean.)
Now what? Be that pimp as well as you can be it. Be that pimp the best way you know how. And that should be easy. It's easy to be yourself. It's trying to be what you're not that throws a kink into everything.
I know it is tough try to handle all of the ladies. You have to understand this is your 'cross to bear'. For every one person you look at and say: "I wish I were them." There are 10 - 2o people looking at you saying : "I wish I were him...in all his pimpin' glory, great looks, chiseled physique, shiny shoes, curled lip, bulging muscles, fine tap dancing skills, whistling prowess, brains of an intellect, heart of a lion, and hands of a lover."
Let me roll this into an easy ball to understand: Be yourself. You'll be happier. People will like you more. It's easier than being someone you are not. People will see through your fake identity anyway.
Now go and Pimp some more!
ps I'm keeping an eye on our young pimp Jason. He's coming a long quite well. You'd be proud! I know I am.
Comments!
I was just wondering (because I know you know what it's like) how to deal with the reality of being a pimp for life? It's rough for me, you know?
Hope your doing awesome, thanks for always making everyone laugh and smile.
Aloha,
Ryan - Hawaii, USA
Oh my young apprentice, I feel your pain. It is hard feeling the pressure that society has put on you to be such an amazing individual, especially among the lady type. My advice may come as no surprise to you. In fact, it may be what you would have written if our pimpin' roles were reversed. My advice to you is; Do yo' thang!
Just do what you do best. If it is cool, as it obviously is, it will be cool. There is nothing you can do about it. If you try to be cool, or a pimp in our case, it doesn't take long for folks to see right through your Pimpin' facade. Your life is too short to get hung up on doing what you think other people want you to do. It also takes too much energy.
Some of the coolest people I know were cool, not because they were your stereotypical cool guy, but because they were who they were with no apologies. It was their quirks that made them who they are. It made them unique. They didn't try to be unique, they were just them selves.
So you may have been blessed with the curse of being a pimp. (To all other's reading: I am using Pimp as a slang term , not as an actual pimp who prostitutes women. I mean it as a total stud, who gets the ladies...if you know what I mean.)
Now what? Be that pimp as well as you can be it. Be that pimp the best way you know how. And that should be easy. It's easy to be yourself. It's trying to be what you're not that throws a kink into everything.
I know it is tough try to handle all of the ladies. You have to understand this is your 'cross to bear'. For every one person you look at and say: "I wish I were them." There are 10 - 2o people looking at you saying : "I wish I were him...in all his pimpin' glory, great looks, chiseled physique, shiny shoes, curled lip, bulging muscles, fine tap dancing skills, whistling prowess, brains of an intellect, heart of a lion, and hands of a lover."
Let me roll this into an easy ball to understand: Be yourself. You'll be happier. People will like you more. It's easier than being someone you are not. People will see through your fake identity anyway.
Now go and Pimp some more!
ps I'm keeping an eye on our young pimp Jason. He's coming a long quite well. You'd be proud! I know I am.
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