For some people, motivation is automatic. I’m sure there are people out there in the world who never hit snooze, never skip a workout, never let the house get messy, never let the dishes pile up before putting them in the dishwasher, and never skip classes.
I am not one of these people.
I do not possess the self-motivation for any of that. This piece from the Thought Catalog most accurately describes my daily inner dialogue regarding self-motivation. And just look at the title: “Self-Motivation for Losers.” So, yup, that essentially summarizes it.
At this stage in my life, I am primarily motivated by money and not getting yelled at. I do my homework because if I fail, that’s such a waste of money on my education. I go to work because if I don’t, not only will my bosses yell at me but also my parents and boyfriend and anyone who doesn’t yell at me for getting fired for just not showing up to work would be silently judging me for being that person. Also, I go to work because there are people there who are going to give me their money. Work’s a double-whammy.
When it comes to finding motivation, I tend to seek help from others. Namely, I tell people to tell me to do stuff. My boyfriend, Luke, can attest to this. “Luke, tell me to go to class tonight” and “Luke, tell me to clean my room” are common inclusions in our conversations. One time I even posted a picture of my messy room on the Facebook of my best friend and told her to yell at me about letting it get that way.
Ultimately, the best (and worst) person for me to go to for motivation is my mother. Mothers have the ultimate yelling ability. Mothers raised us. Mothers yelled at us when we did something stupid or were about to do something stupid or were about to ground us for three weeks for being stupid. All of this conditioning has lead to my mother possessing the most powerful ability to motivate me.
A hall monitor told me my shorts were too short to wear at school. I replied, “Alright, I’ll just go wear them elsewhere, then.” And I left school. Haha, I win.
So, I know I haven’t blogged in a while. And I know how much of cliche it is to say that. But it must be said.
To catch you up, I’ll give you a brief overview of the end of my summer and the beginning of my senior year. You’re welcome.
- School is school. After going to the Vocal Arts Institute at Mpulse at U of M this summer, being in my high school choir again is hard to adjust to.
- I’m going to my last high school Homecoming dance this Saturday.
- I’ve decided that I do love my hair short and so it will get cut and remain that way. =]
- Today, Twitter had a topic trend called #Iamsinglebecause. I searched it and all of them were all, “#iamsinglebecause I am fat” or “because boys are idiots” or “because I’m f*@&ed up.” I posted one. “#Iamsinglebecause I choose to be.“
- The Detroit Lions beat the Washington Redskins. (!)
- Laser tag is all I will be doing in Heaven.
- I got my homecoming dress for $8.
- I got my license!
- And a car.
- It’s name is Marty. Marty McFly.
- He’s a Transformer.
And now, for some of my absolute favorite internetz finds! =]
Ben: Hey, there.
Ben: What’s goin on?
Me: Not too much. I have the house to myself until Sunday.
Me: Let the wild parties commence.
Ben: Oh yes cause that is so you.
Me: I know, right?
Ben: hhaha, exactly
Me: I am the god of throwing wild parties that you’ll regret attending tomorrow.
Ben: *rolls eyes* what ever you say hahaa
Me: No really, Megan still remembers my going away party from when I moved from here to NC in the first grade.
Me: THAT’S ELEVEN YEARS LATER.
Me: How many parties that don’t result in teenage pregnancies or STD’s are remembered eleven years later?
Ben: hahahaha uhh idk? i don’t know that statistic but im sure there is one out there haha
Me: That’s how cool I am.
Me: You just don’t understand.
Ben: hahaha i really don’t.