Never Lock In
That's Neat Paddy No. 104 - Touching Grass
Hello and welcome to another edition of That is Neat, Patrick. What follows is a collection of things Paddy found Neat this week.
I’m tired of being extremely online. Algorithms are unnatural and an affront to the randomness and whimsy of God’s creation. My brain has been torched by short form video content. I used to read books. Now I watch fifteen second clips of people who are allegedly more successful than me go through a morning routine. This isn’t helping me lock in this is giving me anxiety.
I’m (mostly sometimes) a member of the 5am club too (not a brag) but I have never felt the inclination to record myself. Not because I don’t want to, but because I look and feel like the victim of a hit and run. Obviously I want to. Imagine being a fitness influencer. Being paid to go to the gym and shill for health products that may or may not (definitely not) work. Doing PEDs and lying about it. The dream. Instead I'll console myself by saying I’m a productive member of society and make a living using my brain and by not acting a fool on the internet.
I’m productive, but I could be more productive. Maybe I’ll look online to find some ways to improve.
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Oh no.
Now, what’s happened here is Ed has locked in so hard he rediscovered the concept of morning, afternoon, and night. What did this accomplish? I’m not sure. This is my only exposure to this fellas content. From what I can tell he is some sort of guru who makes his money by telling people how to be productive. How productive he is himself, is open to speculation. A bit like how many of the biggest Substack publications are about howe to grow your Substack. I think we found the answer. Tell other people how to grow a Substack.
I think what I’m getting at here is that I wish there had been some influencers who instead of telling me to work harder, explained to me that as you approach 30 you will get moderately hungover just by taking the bottle of whiskey out of the cupboard.
Something to think about.
It is well known I am a loafer guy. The Bass Weejun is an iconic loafer. Thus, I own a pair of Bass Weejuns. I have only worn my Weejuns twice in the almost year I have had them. The first time was on my wedding day, not long after I got them, and the second was a few days ago. As you can see below, the Weejuns still have drink splatter from the wedding, courtesy of some very lubricated friends and family.
For some reason, the most read edition of this publication was when I wrote about first getting the Weejuns. As such, I thought it would be a good idea to write a follow up one year on. I am quickly approaching one year on and have only wore them twice, so there is not a lot of resolution in my data on these shoes. Yet, these are my favourite shoes.
They are my favourite shoes for two reasons - one, they are Weejuns, and two, I wore them at my wedding. The issue with this is that they now have sentimental value and I am far too scared of somehow wrecking them by wearing them. This is nonsense. They are shoes, they are meant to be worn. Leather is meant to patina. It has only taken me a year to realize this. But if someone scuffs my Weejuns I will crash out.
