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_posts/2016-11-15-immortals-go-extinct.md

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 We are all going to die, we all know that well.<br /><br />
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 they live and live and live and... you know, live. From now on, pretend I'm a human
 on this world of immortals, I'm immortal bitches.
 
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 ![immortals chatting](/img/immortals.jpg)
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 In this world, there is no excitement in jumping from a cliff or doing flips over walls
 or pretending to be a bird or even loving each other, in general, there is no
 excitement in any experience, because there is nothing to miss if I don't do that right now,

_posts/2016-12-26-high-frequency-fuck-ups.md

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+title:  "Stop High-Frequency Fuck-ups"
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+**High-Frequency Fuck-Ups**:
+
+> The cyclic process of "pushing yourself hard for a week, getting something done, and then feeling depressed and fucked up
+ for the next week"
+ 
+Sounds familiar? Read on.
+
+![High-Frequency Fuck-ups](/img/productivity-chart.jpg)
+{% include caption.html text='Visual demonstration of High-Frequency Fuck-ups' %}
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+Basically, you push yourself so fucking hard that you become a superstar in a week, and then all of a sudden
+you are under a rain of hopelessness. All depression triggers start clicking and you are
+lost. At best, you spend a week of depression and start rising to productivity again, but that's it,
+it's a cycle you never exit and it gets worse and worse with every iteration, your depressions become longer
+and longer unless you understand you don't need to climb a slope of 89° to become a superstar,
+you can do it on a 45°, or even 20°, or even 1°, only it takes patience, but works out much better!
+
+I used to be on High-Frequency Fuck-ups for almost a year, after entering college and getting a job at the same time,
+I was under a lot of pressure, I wanted to be best in my work, and in my college, and in everything! Okay, that's not
+bad on it's own, but I was on the wrong road, I thought that's the way it has to work, you push yourself for some time,
+get 5% of the road down, and then you get depressed, but you just have to go through it. But I was wrong, badly wrong.
+
+I only got more and more frustrated with my life, I started hating my job, hating my college and everything in between.
+My depressions used to be a few days at max after each iteration of superstar-ism at first, but it got worse until I reached depressions
+of two weeks. I couldn't attend to my exercise anymore, I wouldn't read the books I wanted to, even my social life was
+breaking apart, I was dead, I only knew how to work some stuff out in short spans of time, but I couldn't control the
+side effect it brought, the depression.
+
+To be honest, those superstar peaks felt really good as I would actually accomplish things I couldn't do before, in a just week!
+That's why I kept this habit for a year, but at some point I realised this is not going to work long-term, with the rate of
+depressions getting longer and longer, I was risking _my life_, who knows what would've happened once I got to a whole month,
+or even two months of depression, and I couldn't be saved, I was in a state of denial, I thought 
+"These people don't understand! That's the path you have to take to be great!", so I wouldn't listen to anyone telling me to slow the fuck down.
+
+At the time, I had two roommates, and they knew about my state, it was so visible, I would work like robots for a week, bumped up
+and excited, and then I would go down for the next week, feeling groggy and sad the whole time.
+
+One night I and one of my roommates, Saeed, started talking, not directly about this topic, but we got there and he told me
+I should slow down and move at a more controllable pace. He was not the only one telling me that, I was told this a lot,
+either directly or indirectly, but I always denied it. This time, I thought about it, a lot, because I was tired of my High-Frequency Fuck-ups,
+yet I was not sure if he was right or I was, so I continued my High-Frequency Fuck-ups for another two or three months
+before deciding I should at least _try_ slowing down.
+
+I slowly slowed down, the depressions went away, I would accomplish the things I wanted, only slightly longer, but damn, it was great!
+I could continue getting stuff done without feeling fucked up and crying whole days and nights in my bed, I could the things I loved
+without any fucking side effects!
+
+At first, I had the doubt "Am I becoming one of _those_ people? People who don't get things done and don't grow?", but after some time,
+I realised I am actually getting things done much better! It was easy to see for me and the people around me that I was much happier,
+I was in control of my life and I was enjoying it. The only difference was patience, instead of rushing to get the next big thing done
+in a short amount of time, I took patience in checking my list off, and suddenly everything was much more fun.
+
+Now I study, play an instrument, exercise everyday, go running, read books, watch movies, write, eat and sleep well all at the same time,
+and I don't feel a bit depressed. Sadness is something, depression is another, I do get sad, but not depressed. I feel alive and active.
+
+I've become much better socially, my interactions with my friends are much more alive now. I could see it in my friends' eyes when I used to
+be a robot, they were like "What the fuck is going on with you man?", yes, exactly that phrase, but now I'm no longer a slave of High-Frequency Fuck-ups,
+I have so much fun with my friends.
+
+The takeaway is, stop High-Frequency Fuck-ups, slow down, take things one bite at a time and you will eventually accomplish what you are aiming for,
+if only with a little more patience, you won't have depression blocking your way and fogging your brain every other week.