Tuesday, December 10, 2013

{Do Whatever The F*ck You Want}

I came across this article that someone posted on Facebook.  Love it!

DO WHATEVER THE F*CK YOU WANT!

:: Do whatever the fuck you want.

:: Do whatever the fuck you want.

::Seriously, do you want that burger? Then just fucking eat a burger. Don’t be gross about it, and don’t eat a burger three meals a day. But I beg you, women and image-conscious male humans of the world, stop beating yourself up about it and just eat the fucking burger.

:: Do whatever the fuck you want. :: Have good friends. Call them. Complain a little. That’s what friends are for. Return the favor. Don’t be a shitty friend.

:: Learn how to laugh about farts. Fart more. Laugh about it.

:: Be incessantly curious about the world around you! Experience art, science, beauty, and nature! But stop beating yourself up on those nights when you just want to sit your ass on the couch and watch reruns of Friends.

:: Smile when you feel like smiling. Laugh whenever you fucking feel like laughing. Pro tip: Being told to ‘laugh more’ is not going to make you laugh more. Being told to ‘smile more’ is not going to make you smile more.

:: Make time for yourself. After you’ve run that 5K, started a load of laundry, harvested your organic vegetable garden, run to the bank, paid the bills, dazzled everyone with recipes that are cost-effective, healthy, and delicious, thought of something witty and clever to share with your social networking site, caught up on current events and politics, and cleaned all of the house, that special hour set aside just for you is so critical to your well-being.

:: Do whatever the fuck you want.

:: Don’t care what other people think. Unless they’re right. In which case, fucking humble yourself enough to listen to them.

:: Do. Whatever. The Fuck. You Want. Do what you want. Be your damn self. Don’t be a terrible person. Be nice to others. Be supportive of your friends and allow yourself to give them the benefit of the doubt when they want to try something new, like rescuing shelter dogs, or making performance art in the nude, or dating terrible people. They’re your friends and you love them, and if they suck, stop being their friend. Show up for work. Pay your bills. Find some fucking purpose in your life, and figure out a way to share that purpose with others in a way that isn’t sanctimonious and doesn’t involve a picture of a woman laughing at an empty beach. Smile because something makes you smile. Laugh because you’ve surrounded yourself by people who make you laugh, and they’re funny fucking people, and you’re happy to be with them. Dance because you’re drunk at a big dance party with your friends and Michael Jackson is playing, not because ‘no one is watching.’ Everyone is watching. We’re at a fucking party. That’s how parties work.

::Do whatever the fuck you want.

By: Kathryn Fritz

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