Back again and with a guide to failure.

So, it appears that I’m here yet again. It saddens me to admit that my recent attempt of a ‘comeback’ failed miserably. It was a lousy piece of writing that lacked the Finn-ish substance that we have all come to know and love (nod, smile and act like you know what I’m talking about). Failure is never a nice thing to feel. Whether that be in education, work, relationships, friendships or the worst – and totally the best – giving into that 12″ Margherita pizza when your diet has been going so well; and when your closest heaven-like takeaway does a great ‘BOGOF’ offer, who can possibly say no? Unfortunately for most failures; the faster the drive, the harder the crash. It is important to remember that those horrible feelings in which failure brings – although intense – are only temporary. We must accept our mistakes and work from them.

From my own experience and the accounts of others, I believe that there are 6 different stages of failure:

Confusion

Sadness

Regret

Anger

Acceptance

and finally; motivation for something greater!

I, like so many others, do not believe that they are good enough. We already have failure in our heads and as a result we carry this through everything we do. I don’t see it happening at the time but it’s a more than reasonable answer for why I’m so bloody good at not putting in my 110%. I may mock my old drama teacher for her constant ramblings about ‘SFP’ – SELF FULFILLING PROPHECY, but for the most part, she was right. I mean, don’t get me wrong… if I believe that I’m going to turn into a Russian gymnastic potato, I doubt it will actually happen. But in terms of failure, it’s pretty effective to go into it with a positive outlook as hard as that may be.

And remember…

DO NOT COMPARE YOURSELF TO ANYONE ELSE. THIS IS YOUR JOURNEY. WHO EVEN DEFINES FAILURE? DO NOT ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE DEFINED BY YOUR COURSE, JOB, FRIENDS, PAST OR WHATEVER OTHER CRAPPY THING SOCIETY PROJECTS INTO OUR EXPECTATIONS OF LIFE. HAPPINESS IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS. PROJECT YOUR GREATEST VIBES OUT INTO THE WORLD AND THEY MIGHT JUST BOUNCE BACK!

For this was another pointless post by maraudingminds 🙂

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A mask, a task and an overall fail.

Hello. I know that I said I’d write a post today/yesterday (it’s just after midnight) about my first day of work but I know it will be long and I’ve left it too late. I have college in the morning so I need to be up early. However, if I don’t post anything then I would be letting myself down.

So last night I set myself a few tasks to be done today/yesterday/you know what I mean. First of all, I needed to go to the bank to change my address and get a new card as my current one has expired and I don’t know if I’ll get paid on it. Secondly, I had to finish my assessment that was due a week ago. And last of all I had to write up a couple more posts to go on here.
Well, well, well… Typical me managed to more or less fail all of my tasks. I thought the bank shut at half 5 but I sadly arrived at 5:01 just as it was shutting. Once I went to finish the last part of my assessment, I am added to a group chat made up of my classmates in which everyone is discussing the new assessment. Now bare in mind that I didn’t know this new assessment even existed – let alone that it’s due for tomorrow. So now I have something new to stress about, and the fact that every single person in the chat is saying how impossible it is doesn’t help either.
What would a normal person do in this situation?
Probably sit themselves down, study the shit out of the assessment and then try and get it started.
What would I do in this situation?
Well, in typical Finn fashion I let myself get distracted, start messing about, forget about my original assessment – which I managed to finish later on – and end up playing a game of chappy/ding dong ditch/chap door run/whatever you call annoyingly knocking at a door then running away. Yes, my childish self manages to persuade my flatmates to join in too. All of our attempts fail and no one even answers as we watch through the peephole, mimicking – or reliving – our younger selves. As that failed I weirdly suggest that we write funny death threats to leave at our neighbours doors. Again, no one answers. So, we end up moulding a mask made of tin foil to my face and changing my attire to ‘ski resort robot serial killer chic’ to try and scare passers by. This was also a fat fail. We retire to our boudoirs, time passes by and now here I am. I still have tomorrow to do my assessment though which isn’t too bad. I also forgot to mention my many memory attacks that I incurred today. Memory attacks, you ask?…
I can’t remember, sorry.
For this was another pointless post by maraudingminds G’night 🙈🔮🌃