Inside of my head is a gnarly place. It’s incredibly powerful and I recognize and respect it. In this article, I discuss how my mind works and some driving principles on how I choose to live my life.
I know there are some truly awesome things that I’m capable of, if I can harness it’s power and use it in the proper ways.
I’d even bet that there a few people out there who would love an inside look at the way my mind works. Perhaps, not know but at an earlier time. Mostly old girlfriends, I would assume. Although, they had the best opportunity to see just how it works and either took it for-granted or just plain ole didn’t give a shit.
I desperately wish to have a clean, simple delivery style both in person and the written format. I wish to have every sentence be strong and meaningful.
But, the truth is: that’s not how my mind works. I think in incomplete thoughts. I open up 3, 4, or more loops at one time but if you let me talk long enough, I’ll close them all up.
I am analytical. My mind’s always moving, thinking, observing and learning. I intake a lot of information in any given day. Most of which, I’ll do nothing with, at least not initially. I’m probably able to recollect and analyze data better than I’d give myself credit for.
But, that’s neither here nor there.
See, I’m already opening up loops and I haven’t even gotten to the punch line.
The punch line is this: I believe that the Daily Nick blog platform will allow others to see how imperfect I am. I’ll be the first to admit that I am incredible inefficient. I’m desperately trying to remedy that but as it stands currently, nicht gut.
More importantly or less arrogantly, (however you’d like to put it) it will allow me to, perhaps, move forward toward my desires of a simplistic writing style. Although, it may a dangerous thing to change.
You know, I’m very comfortable with my style of writing. I’ve never been the most formal guy and despised getting dressed up, even as a kid. It’s just not me. I remember even having a small argument with my mom once about how the clothes don’t make the man.
I was of course referencing Keith Anderson’s song “The Clothes Don’t Make the Man”; while I’m she probably argued from the 1915 movie of “The Clothes Make the Man.” You’ll have to ask her for confirmation but she liked “Gone With the Wind” and that movie looks to have the same feel.
I was in to a little bit of country back in those days and I had that Keith Anderson CD. Now, this is typically where the writer would say some dumb fuckin’ thing like: ‘I shouldn’t say CD because I’m showing my age…’
The truth is, I want you to know my age. I want you to know that I’m not speaking from a platform of years of experience. I’m speaking from a 27 year old kid trying to figure things about this journey we call life.
[you know what would be cool? if I somehow brought up my age, in every single blog? just owning that shit and being the first one to question my credibility and knowledge. Imagine that… somebody actually holding themselves accountable in 2018… might just be starting a revolution…]
I’m hungry for experiences, for adventure, and desperately wishing to avoid another girl trying to settle me down or one that expects me to get a real job, whatever the fuck that means.
To understand my mind and the way it works, you need to know a few things. These Underlining Principles (as I like to call them) move my life forward and play a role in every major decision I face.
The World is My Playground
There’s nowhere I can’t go; there’s nothing I can’t do. You see, I’ve always been dumb enough believe that there’s nothing I can’t do. There’s nothing I can’t do because I’m the only thing holding myself back.
On the flip side, if I deem something worthy to go after and there’s a lot to learn and/or skills to develop, I’m not naive enough to think that it’s just going to magically come together overnight.
I’m willing to plan out years of preparation and training to make those goals come to fruition. Wishing something would happen has never made anything happen. Action over everything.
Top Shelf Shit
Regret is a real thing and I believe it to be one of the most painful things one can face. Luckily, I haven’t had to deal with a lot of regret. Sure there are a few things I wish I could do differently but nothing on a major scale.
Most of my regrets stem from instances where I’ve lost a lot of money, mostly because of a woman/girl/gal, whatever term suites your fancy. This is a topic for another conversation, perhaps.
[Side Note – the above is a perfect example of my loop opening / closing… that information is not necessary to the paragraph but it does provide the reader value… one is able to learn quite a bit about me through those random kid-bits… and, that’s just how my mind works, as mentioned earlier…
Alright… back to Top Shelf Shit… I want to be able to look back on my life and be able to say: “Man, that was some top shelf shit.”
Basically, I want to be proud of my life and what it stood for. I want it to provide value for others both now and long after I’m gone. I don’t think about the echoing into eternity part as much as I used to. I am under the belief that part of the equation will take care of itself as long as I stay true, follow my convictions, and do things I need to do.
Writers Live Interesting Lives
I’ve come to learn that I’m probably not a good writer. I just have some sweet material to work with and I’ve got a front row seat to experience said material.
Any good salesman will not call themselves a good salesman. They’ll likely brush it off and say something to the affect of “well, ya know, these products are so good they practically sell themselves.”
Did Nick just imply that he thinks he’s a good salesman?? =0
I’ll answer that question with this:
“There’s nowhere I can’t go; there’s nothing I can’t do.”
– Nick LaToof, just a few paragraphs above
Nobody has ever read a story about something boring, not by choice anyway. I know schools probably try to force feed shit down kids throats like they did when I was a young lad.
Just think about movies you like… they are all based around a good story; are they not? And, that’s all I’m really trying to do, live my story and share it. If it’s good, great. If it’s boring, that’s fine too because I’m living my life on my terms and having a helluva a lot of fun doing it.
And that, right there my friend, is the punch line!
I’m living life on my terms, everything else will take care of itself.