"Life - Work, Sacrifice, Die" slogan of my ex's father.

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[–]JasonCarswell[S] 2 insightful - 3 fun2 insightful - 2 fun3 insightful - 3 fun -  (4 children)

We were going to print up a t-shirt for her dad, as he was always saying, "Work, Sacrifice, Die".

I don't recall if we or she ever did.

This is the first time my 2006 design has been online, I think.

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Reminds me of this.

[–]JasonCarswell[S] 3 insightful - 2 fun3 insightful - 1 fun4 insightful - 2 fun -  (2 children)

A+++

But it doesn't say "obey laws" or "vote" or "question nothing".

I am an "outcast" in "modern society" - voluntarily (mostly), but wasn't always thus.

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I consider myself to be an "outcast" too, even though I'm still participating as I should on a surface-level. I don't buy into anything at all anymore, though at one moment in my life, like you, I didn't consider myself an outcast. I never wanted to be that "weird guy", who was "weird", but for a reason I couldn't explain other than him seemingly being not-socially normal. An outlier.

It's crazy that even as a child, I was looking at people and judging them like that. I was so ignorant. I thought there was a set order and system of obeyed rules because people were all morally good; once I realized that was a farce, it became more apparent that being happy with one's life and enjoying it is the most important goal. You can be rich, but still be miserable and suicidal. It's just hard to reach that state mentally.

[–]JasonCarswell[S] 2 insightful - 2 fun2 insightful - 1 fun3 insightful - 2 fun -  (0 children)

" once I realized that was a farce, it became more apparent that being happy with one's life and enjoying it is the most important goal "

Well said. Also finding purpose leads to fulfillment, more profound than momentary satisfaction or happiness. Maybe that's the same thing you meant in different words.

I was always weird. My teachers insisted to my parents that I was on drugs - long before I ever even tried them. I was so brainwashed that I would have turned in my brother to the police if I'd found out he had or used some. Eventually I shook that off.

I was weird but never too weird. I was essentially the Ferris Beuller of my highschool. If you put all the students in Venn diagrams with the "popular", jocks, metalheads, geeks, goths, etc etc etc - I would be among the few that was friends with everyone, regardless, without judgments. (Or maybe I thought I was. I'm pretty sure I was. Facebook says so :P ) My highschool social life was an escape and contrast with my shitty home life.

Yet I was always a chameleon. I got a tongue piercing and tattoos that few ever saw and usually if I got weird haircuts I could comb them in a more normal way. Here's the irony - I loved all sorts of girls - from normal to extreme in one genre or another - and because I couldn't pick a genre I stayed bland and boring and neutral, to not alienate them.

Eventually I said fuck it for good and wave my freak flag high. Only when I was suicidal on "anti"-depressants did I ever wish I could be more than normal - invisible.

Even still, for a long time I was still entranced by the glamour of media, and as an animator aiming to do the best work possible did commercials where the focus was on quality, not quantity (like TV and movies). The money didn't hurt either but that's not what kept me there. Eventually my activist notions pushed me away enough to break free.