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Chris D'elia is a fucking legend.

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seinpop: Hello, Mr. Anderson. You wanna buy a computer? No? Why not? All right, I see! Good answer! Thank you!

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“Within you, whoever you may be, regardless of how big a failure you may think yourself to be, is the ability and the power to do whatever you need to do to be happy and successful. Within you right now is the power to do things you never dreamed possible. This power becomes available to you just as soon as you can change your beliefs. Just as quickly as you can dehypnotize yourself from the ideas of “I can’t,” “I’m not worthy,” “I don’t deserve it” and other self-limiting ideas. At least 95 per cent of the people have their lives blighted by feelings of inferiority to some extent, and to millions this same feeling of inferiority is a serious handicap to success and happiness.”

— Psycho-Cybernetics by Dr. Maxwell Maltz (1960)

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Tell me something, my friend…

Batman (1989) Directed by Tim Burton

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My favourite bits of Deadpool 2 (Minor Spoilers)

The opening credits: “Cinematography: Blind Al” “Written by: The real villains”

Negasonic Teenage Warhead and Yukio being cute lesbians

Wade telling Vanessa the reason he was late is that he was fighting a supervillain but then suddenly realised his mom’s name was also Martha

Yukio and Deadpool’s super sweet friendship

“Dubstep never dies”

Wade getting Cable to prove he’s from the future by asking him what the most recent Sharknado film is

Colossus’s proud face when Deadpool copies his ‘four or five moments’ speech

Negasonic Teenage Warhead’s middle finger when Deadpool copies the ‘four or five moments’ speech

Deadpool ending said speech by shooting a paedophile in the head

Deadpool telling his team that if everything goes to plan there’ll be no need for a third act

The little news clip with the rolling headlines underneath talking about actors who turned down roles in Deadpool 2

Dopinder comparing himself to Kirsten Dunst

Russell calling the superhero industry discriminatory because you don’t see any plus-size superheroes

‘Black Black Widow’

Every single time Deadpool breaks the fourth wall

Wade’s musical Logan figurine

The James Bond style opening

“Don’t fuck Elvis” “Don’t fuck Colossus”

Deadpool grabbing Colossus’s ass after hugging him

Wade referring to Cable as having a “winter soldier arm”

The Basic Instinct parody scene

Wade actually having stashed the cure for blindness under the floorboards next to some cocaine

Wade gently singing ‘Do you want to build a snowman?’ to Weasel

Weasel stopping Cable mid-monologue to tell him everything he knows without even being tortured

“Who are you?” “I’m Batman.”

Russell repeatedly standing up to the biggest guy in prison and repeatedly getting punched in the face

Terry Crews!

Deadpool making fun of the CGI fight between Colossus and Juggernaut

“I want our kid to be a boy. Or a girl. Definitely one or the other.”

Deadpool wearing a stripper outfit and wig on top of his supersuit

Domino and Deadpool politely debating whether or not luck is a superpower

Wade complaining that without super powers he’s basically Hawkeye

The scene where Domino really needs a bus and one just crashes through the wall

Domino’s powers in general

Deadpool calling Josh Brolin ‘Thanos’

The X-Men cameo

The Brad Pitt Cameo

The original Deadpool cameo

“So dark. You’re sure you’re not from the DC universe?”

Deadpool listing his favourite comic issues featuring Juggernaut while Juggernaut picks him up and throws him on a cast iron spiked fence

Deadpool shooting Ryan Reynolds in the head to stop him playing Green Lantern

“We’re gonna form a super duper fucking group: we need them tough, morally flexible and young enough to carry a franchise for 10-12 years.”

Wade signing the mutant kid’s cereal box as Ryan Reynolds

Wade pretending he can use Cerebro to see the future

Wade: “He’s standing right behind you, isn’t he?”

Negasonic Teenage Warhead accusing Deapool of being homophobic

Deadpool accusing everyone else of being racist

Deadpool making Cable promise not to judge people by the colour of their skin, but by the content of their character

Deadpool calling the X-Men “an outdated 60s allegory for racism”

Deadpool’s X-Man in training T-shirt

Everyone correcting Deadpool when he calls himself an X-Man, reminding him he is only a trainee

Russell’s pen (hidden in his prison wallet)

Wade’s look of mild annoyance as he’s stabbed through the hand with Russell’s pen

Deadpool using that guy’s loincloth to wipe blood out of his eye

Cable telling Deadpool he reminds him of his wife

Wade using his own arm as a garrotte to strangle Cable with

Wade wanting to find a planet full of aliens who are worse than humans, so that he can go and be Superman to them

Dopinder killing a paedophile with his taxi

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Solitude Protects You.

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psychedelic insomnia

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SCREW FINDING YOUR PASSION.

Remember back when you were a kid? You would just do things. You never thought to yourself, “What are the relative merits of learning baseball versus football?” You just ran around the playground and played baseball and football. You built sand castles and played tag and asked silly questions and looked for bugs and dug up grass and pretended you were a sewer monster.

Nobody told you to do it, you just did it. You were led merely by your curiosity and excitement.

And the beautiful thing was, if you hated baseball, you just stopped playing it. There was no guilt involved. There was no arguing or debate. You either liked it, or you didn’t.

And if you loved looking for bugs, you just did that. There was no second-level analysis of, “Well, is looking for bugs really what I should be doing with my time as a child? Nobody else wants to look for bugs, does that mean there’s something wrong with me? How will looking for bugs affect my future prospects?”

There was no bullshit. If you liked something, you just did it.

Today I received approximately the 11,504th email this year from a person telling me that they don’t know what to do with their life. And like all of the others, this person asked me if I had any ideas of what they could do, where they could start, where to “find their passion.”

And of course, I didn’t respond. Why? Because I have no fucking clue. If you don’t have any idea what to do with yourself, what makes you think some jackass with a website would? I’m a writer, not a fortune teller.

But more importantly, what I want to say to these people is this: that’s the whole point — “not knowing” is the whole fucking point. Life is all about not knowing, and then doing something anyway. All of life is like this. All of it. And it’s not going to get any easier just because you found out you love your job cleaning septic tanks or you scored a dream gig writing indie movies.

The common complaint among a lot of these people is that they need to ‘find their passion.’

I call bullshit. You already found your passion, you’re just ignoring it. Seriously, you’re awake 16 hours a day, what the fuck do you do with your time? You’re doing something, obviously. You’re talking about something. There’s some topic or activity or idea that dominates a significant amount of your free time, your conversations, your web browsing, and it dominates them without you consciously pursuing it or looking for it.

It’s right there in front of you, you’re just avoiding it. For whatever reason, you’re avoiding it. You’re telling yourself, “Oh well, yeah, I love comic books but that doesn’t count. You can’t make money with comic books.”

Fuck you, have you even tried?

The problem is not a lack of passion for something. The problem is productivity. The problem is perception. The problem is acceptance.

The problem is the, “Oh, well that’s just not a realistic option,” or “Mom and Dad would kill me if I tried to do that, they say I should be a doctor” or “That’s crazy, you can’t buy a BMW with the money you make doing that.”

The problem isn’t passion. It’s never passion.

It’s priorities.

And even then, who says you need to make money doing what you love? Since when does everyone feel entitled to love every fucking second of their job? Really, what is so wrong with working an OK normal job with some cool people you like, and then pursuing your passion in your free time on the side? Has the world turned upside-down or is this not suddenly a novel idea to people?

Look, here’s another slap in the face for you: every job sucks sometimes. There’s no such thing as some passionate activity that you will never get tired of, never get stressed over, never complain about. It doesn’t exist. I am living my dream job (which happened by accident, by the way. I never in a million years planned on this happening; like a kid on a playground I just went and tried it), and I still hate about 30% of it. Some days more.

Again, that’s just life.

The issue here is, once again, expectations. If you think you’re supposed to be working 70-hour work weeks and sleeping in your office like Steve Jobs and loving every second of it, you’ve been watching too many shitty movies. If you think you’re supposed to wake up every single day dancing out of your pajamas because you get to go to work, then you’ve been drinking the Kool-Aid. Life doesn’t work like that. It’s just unrealistic. There’s a thing most of us need called balance.

I have a friend who, for the last three years, has been trying to build an online business selling whatever. It hasn’t been working. And by not working, I mean he’s not even launching anything. Despite years of “work” and saying he’s going to do this or that, nothing actually ever gets done.

What does get done is when one of his former co-workers comes to him with a design job to create a logo or design some promotional material for an event. Holy shit, he’s all over that like flies on fresh cow shit.

And he does a great job! He stays up to 4:00 AM losing himself working on it and loving every second of it.

But then two days later it’s back to, “Man, I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

I meet so many people like him. He doesn’t need to find his passion. His passion already found him. He’s just ignoring it. He just refuses to believe it’s viable. He is just afraid of giving it an honest-to-god try.

Here’s another point that might make a few people salty: If you have to look for what you’re passionate about, then you’re probably not passionate about it at all.

If you’re passionate about something, it will already feel like such an ingrained part of your life that you will have to be reminded by people that it’s not normal, that other people aren’t like that.

It never occurred to my friend that designing a logo is something that most people don’t find easy or fun. To him, it’s so natural that he can’t even imagine it being otherwise. And that’s why it’s probably what he really should be doing.

A child does not walk onto a playground and say to herself, “How do I find fun?” She just goes and has fun.

If you have to look for what you enjoy in life, then you’re not going to enjoy anything.

And the real truth is that you already enjoy something. You already enjoy many things. You’re just choosing to ignore them.

~ Mark Manson