LOGEN 🪵⚡️ on Nostr: I’m having a difficult time with self-control. These new friends of mine, they keep ...
I’m having a difficult time with self-control. These new friends of mine, they keep convincing me that I need to do 100 push-ups a day for an undisclosed amount of time.. and it’s putting a serious strain on my relationship.
More specifically my relationship with my good pal Bud and Wiser. See, Bud, Wiser and I; we go WAY back. I’m talking college all nighters where your stoned sober and then play pong against yourself until your face deep in a toilet.
Problem is in order to hang out with Bud and Weiser; They make me use this nasty money and honestly they slow down my push-ups and make me forget I have to do them everyday.
My friends don’t make fun of me for it; that’s why they’re my real friends! Deep down I just know that old Bud and Wiser are just using me to keep up appearances and maintain their own sense of normalcy. They're like those friends who are always there for the party, but when the chips are down, or you need to focus on something important, they're nowhere to be found. They thrive on the status quo, especially if it involves late nights and questionable decisions. But here's the thing, as much as Bud and Wiser feel like constants in my life, I'm starting to realize that they might not be the best influences if I want to grow and achieve my goals.
The reality is, hanging out with Bud and Wiser is comfortable. It's easy. It doesn't demand much from me except to show up and indulge. But this new challenge, these 100 push-ups a day, it's pushing me in ways I haven't been pushed before. It's making me confront parts of myself I've ignored or neglected. It's showing me that self-discipline and personal growth require sacrifices, and sometimes that means reevaluating the relationships we hold dear.
It's not that I want to cut Bud and Wiser out of my life completely. We have too much history for that. But maybe it's time to create some boundaries, to make more room for the things that genuinely push me towards being a better version of myself. Maybe it's time to diversify my circle, to include friends who challenge me, support my ambitions, and encourage healthy habits.
So, as difficult as it might be, I'm going to try and strike a balance. I'll meet my push-up quota before I consider hanging out with Bud and Wiser. I'll set clear limits on our time together, ensuring it doesn't derail my progress. And who knows? Maybe in time, Bud and Wiser will come to respect my new boundaries and efforts. Maybe they'll even join me in a push-up or two. After all, true friends should want to see each other succeed, grow, and thrive, not just stay stuck in the same old patterns.
In the grand scheme of things, my goals and ambitions stretch far beyond the realm of physical fitness; they touch upon a desire for autonomy, for a life less tethered to the "nasty money" that Bud and Wiser so often demand. This is where Bitcoin enters the picture, symbolizing not just a financial revolution but a personal one as well. Embracing Bitcoin is like doing those 100 push-ups a day—it's challenging, it's a break from the norm, and it's a commitment to a different kind of discipline. It represents a move away from the "same old money," the Fiat currency that's as predictable and outdated as spending every night with Bud and Wiser.
In this light, seeking change in my financial habits parallels the shift in my social ones. Just as I aim to break the cycle of reliance on familiar but unfulfilling friendships, I strive to break free from the constraints of traditional money. This journey towards self-improvement and financial independence is about more than just getting physically stronger or richer; it's about redefining what strength and wealth mean on my own terms, in a world that's all too happy to stay stuck in the same old patterns.
More specifically my relationship with my good pal Bud and Wiser. See, Bud, Wiser and I; we go WAY back. I’m talking college all nighters where your stoned sober and then play pong against yourself until your face deep in a toilet.
Problem is in order to hang out with Bud and Weiser; They make me use this nasty money and honestly they slow down my push-ups and make me forget I have to do them everyday.
My friends don’t make fun of me for it; that’s why they’re my real friends! Deep down I just know that old Bud and Wiser are just using me to keep up appearances and maintain their own sense of normalcy. They're like those friends who are always there for the party, but when the chips are down, or you need to focus on something important, they're nowhere to be found. They thrive on the status quo, especially if it involves late nights and questionable decisions. But here's the thing, as much as Bud and Wiser feel like constants in my life, I'm starting to realize that they might not be the best influences if I want to grow and achieve my goals.
The reality is, hanging out with Bud and Wiser is comfortable. It's easy. It doesn't demand much from me except to show up and indulge. But this new challenge, these 100 push-ups a day, it's pushing me in ways I haven't been pushed before. It's making me confront parts of myself I've ignored or neglected. It's showing me that self-discipline and personal growth require sacrifices, and sometimes that means reevaluating the relationships we hold dear.
It's not that I want to cut Bud and Wiser out of my life completely. We have too much history for that. But maybe it's time to create some boundaries, to make more room for the things that genuinely push me towards being a better version of myself. Maybe it's time to diversify my circle, to include friends who challenge me, support my ambitions, and encourage healthy habits.
So, as difficult as it might be, I'm going to try and strike a balance. I'll meet my push-up quota before I consider hanging out with Bud and Wiser. I'll set clear limits on our time together, ensuring it doesn't derail my progress. And who knows? Maybe in time, Bud and Wiser will come to respect my new boundaries and efforts. Maybe they'll even join me in a push-up or two. After all, true friends should want to see each other succeed, grow, and thrive, not just stay stuck in the same old patterns.
In the grand scheme of things, my goals and ambitions stretch far beyond the realm of physical fitness; they touch upon a desire for autonomy, for a life less tethered to the "nasty money" that Bud and Wiser so often demand. This is where Bitcoin enters the picture, symbolizing not just a financial revolution but a personal one as well. Embracing Bitcoin is like doing those 100 push-ups a day—it's challenging, it's a break from the norm, and it's a commitment to a different kind of discipline. It represents a move away from the "same old money," the Fiat currency that's as predictable and outdated as spending every night with Bud and Wiser.
In this light, seeking change in my financial habits parallels the shift in my social ones. Just as I aim to break the cycle of reliance on familiar but unfulfilling friendships, I strive to break free from the constraints of traditional money. This journey towards self-improvement and financial independence is about more than just getting physically stronger or richer; it's about redefining what strength and wealth mean on my own terms, in a world that's all too happy to stay stuck in the same old patterns.