Sooner or later, someone takes a rubber chicken to the face.
I was once interested in becoming something. Those days have long past. Now I'm on the verge of becoming a complete nothing. Not just a partial "My son-in-law is a cocksucker and don't amount to diddly squat" nothing. I'll talking a full-on "That guy isn't good enough to lick the fresh dog shit off my boots" nothing. Still, being nothing is relatively nicer than being a murderer, or a douchebag, or even a complete and other waste of existence, because those things I am not. I'm better than that, so I aim high!
Still, you don't want to hear my sob tales of being the kind of scum that most people spit on, you want to hear some pseudo philosophical moral to equal Aesop on acid. Sure, I could do that, I could do thwt rather well: the moral is: do right towards yourself, study vigorously, be better than the next guy, and don't play the pity party routine so many do full of excuses as to why their life sucks. Don't complain like I do about how your life sucks, and always be able to hold your head high; and be brutal in your tactics towards success.
So why open up this week's blog with such a polarizing example? Why show you how pathetic I am, and tell you not to be as pathetic, to be stronger, tougher, even though I wouldn't know (by the examples I've laid out) the results from a day, let-alone a lifetime of acting as such! People always do thwt, they tell you how you ought to be, without even knowing you, the purpose of knowing who you are is evidence thwt a sheep cannot hide in wolf's clothings, and surely they cannot go to a altruistic personality from an intruistic shut-in afraid to ever speak up, hence missing out on life, and all it's potential rewards. Can you become an alpha over an omega? Absolutely, it's possible, and it's viable to do within a short period of time, but not at the end of one seminar. We are taught to all be alphas, but omegas play their role, and they get the scraps, but they also lend morale to the pack, the playful, sometimes overly rambunctious of the bunch who can take away the daily stresses.
The alpha on-the-other-hand has to be coy, but stern. Intelligent enough to lead the pack, but more importantly, they are the powerhouse that makes everyone stand to attention when it's time to get cracking. The same goes for having the proper outlook on life: the fry hop who can dance and make everyone on shift laugh with prentious pantomiming, and guffaw impressions, is as important during a late-night shift to keep up morale as is the manager who makes sure the whole thing runs like the well-oiled machine that it is, pumping out burgers constantly.
The same could be said for the witty mail room clerk who knows everyone's name, hits on all the sexy people in his/her department,and is always quick to come up with an excuse as to why the mail room is overstocked again. Maybe I'm overplaying both of these examples, but I know deep-down thwt we are so sick of hearing that life is full of potential winners. Many of us are losers, and many of us are going to be naturally-born winners. The real extremes are the losers who pull themselves out of mediocrity, and take what they want with extreme animosity, making the rest of us have plenty of shifty tabloids to read, and now (thanks to this generation) plenty of horrific, ratty reality shows to have these narcisric, I talented assholes parade around on, but more importantly, it makes anyone an alpha overnight. Even fictional shows like the Big Bang Theory allow for obvious introverted omegas to take on the roles of legitimate alphas, winning the girls, outdoing their muscular counterparts, and being the heroes who rule the day, with every story ending in victory.
I could probably get a reality television show, but as I said, I'm a nobody made of nothing, not a twat, so you won't see me prancing around in a jungle with snapdragons piercing my scrotum anytime soon. I don't see myself getting so inebriated on a beach every day that I have to be dragged off in handcuffs for molesting a teeter-totter, to land myself a paying gig. You know, I am very much a capitalist by nature, and very much against social programs, but even I would rather see money go towards welfare, than toward the production of a spin-off of the Jersey Shore, and Snooki and JWOWW; it seems more meaningful of have a lazy bum sit on their ass all day and not work a god damn bit, than to go on television and stink it up for the world.
Still, I know thwt if I had a two-inch waist, and GGG sized breasts, I could probably make a fortune without even speaking a word of English. I am being sarcastic of course, but my point stands thwt the fact that what an alpha stood for today, and yes, Jersey Shore obviously was a bunch of actual meat headed jock alphas proving they can get a girl, make money by merely existing,and they ruled their definitive roost, the fact is that even a bunch of fat, nerdy, unimpressive geeks can hold the same cantor as The Situation. As a fat loser, as I would never dare call myself a nerd or geek, as those terms are far more becoming to intelligent, successful people, I should root for the underdog every time, but alas,MIT is what makes me feel up to speed with the rest of humanity, and sulk in their success as much as the jocks who get millions of dollars for hitting a ball with a bat.
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