Self Control is an Illusion

I’m a profane pastor on Friday evening preaching Everything is Fucked

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I believe in omens, like the Alchemist. I believe that those who’d pay attention, the omens will guide them to their destinies.

Mark Manson is a modern-day genius, hands down. Even more so given the amorphous revolutionary form of the term.

His two books (The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A F*ck and more recently Everything Is F*cked) has sparked life in a genre that has become a complete humdrum routine work where the same old clichés are monotonously beat again and again like a bad juju song.

I stopped buying those self-help manuals a long time ago (I call them “manuals” as a metaphor for uninteresting, at least to some of us) until Mr Manson showed up, because f*ck it let’s say it as it is, self-help wasn’t helping!

Because you know why?

We are at the mercy of our emotions…

What really baffled me is that most of the basic advice given in those self-help books are things we have heard a dozen times before and already know.

For example, who doesn’t know that if you doll up on a sexy Scrunch butt leggings, a beatsbyDre headphone, and a hyped…