Success

[EnigmaticParadigm]

Success...


What defines success to you?


Is it the concensus of your childhood peers? The agreement of you coworkers? The nod from your collective superiors?

What defines success to you?

Is it the project you wanted to complete despite the misgiving of others?
Is it the promotion you sought no matter how much those around you told you otherwise?
Is it the feeling that you have achieved far greater a station than you thought possible considering your lot in life?


What defines success to you?

Personally, I have just come in contact with a brush of "success." It's hard to quantify. I'm sure most of you (considering the young, male, slightly educated demographic this board attracts) have either begun, or have furthered your position in your respective fields. Ergo, you must all be awaiting that fictitional "payday" on the horizon.

I've been part of this community for some time. I've never been "up" on the latest comings and goings of the "latest" things, but I've tried to remain a part of the community at whole nonetheless (despite my hardrive meltdown of 2006 ...).

Maybe it is a transition of sorts; the bridge of lurker/contributor/ active member to that of lurker again. I've finally reached a point in my life (effective 0400 PST today) that I don't imagine I will soon forget. Perhaps it is "the" time I became an adult; the time where past dreams became present realities. The point in space where I realized that I could finally achieve everything that I set out to do so long ago. It might sound cliche', but I don't know how any other way to put it.

I went from someone who was barely above minimum wage (CA), to someone who is considered "upper middle class (>$100,000/yr)" by the simple signature of a superior. I came home tonight, bought a McDonalds #4 (fuck you, #4 rules), purchases some alcohol, and sat in silence.

Dramatic? Maybe. Staged? Perhaps. However, I don't know how else to describe it. As I type this, it's 11:15 PST. I've drank one Fisher Amber, four Rasputins, one vodka and Sunny Delight (don't ask), and here I sit; typing on one of the only message boards I call "home."

It's been an odd ride. When I first started posting here I made $700 a paycheck at most. I guess message boards are almost a personal time-capsule of sorts. Not that it's important, but it's odd to look back one one's history.

Anyways, no, I won't show you my glorious tits. Yes, I've almost gotten 2.3GB of new pics to contribute to the Funny/etc thread, and no, I won't shove a pumpkin up my ass.

I guess this turned into a drunk/ past experience/ past friends/ future friends/ earning potential/ circle jerk; but, I digress. I suppose for once, i should thank the powers at be for allowing me to contribute to such an awesome, hateful, purely evil, community. I know I won't change the world, but if I can look back and point out that someone here "GOATSE.cx'd" some poor soul; well...then...isn't the world worth investing in?

Thank you for the attention to my 0.95 alchohol rating.

Goodnight.

[Screamfeeder]

Dude remember when we made that other forum and it totally bombed?

That was the antithesis of success.


Good times. I am going to go kill the rest of my tequila in your honor EP.

[EnigmaticParadigm]

Originally Posted by Screamfeeder

Dude remember when we made that other forum and it totally bombed?

That was the antithesis of success.


Good times. I am going to go kill the rest of my tequila in your honor EP.

Holy shit, where have you been? I'll drink with you. Salute!

[gremlinz273]

OMG, Rasputins, my favourite beverage of all time. Like liquified tree bark that stuff. So much dark deliciousness.

[WarderX]

I know plenty of people who base success on their job, and plenty of other people who base it on 'sexual conquest' or whatever. Both types are pretty miserable most of the time, unfortunately (not that I haven't taken part in my share of both at times)

A good form of success is keeping yourself awake.

[Kaosu]

Success is when you die and have no regrets in life. As long as you completed the things that you want to do.

For example, a girl was harassing me while I was in the passenger seat of the car I was in earlier today, while she was in the back seat. After the third time she clawed me face, I decided to retaliate. What did I do? I slapped her ass, several times in succession, on bare skin. She became annoyed, not because I slapped her ass, but because she couldn't do anything about it.

I felt a little bad, but then I realize something - I got away with slapping her very fine ass and she didn't care. Of course, she "may" care about the handprint thats there, but whatever.

That right there my friend, is success. Well, in this case its limited success.

Edit: I may need to note that alcohol played a factor ...

[Screamfeeder]

Originally Posted by EnigmaticParadigm

Holy shit, where have you been? I'll drink with you. Salute!

I never left. I think I even posted right after you when your hard drive crashed (or I was going to and deleted it). It's cool dude, I am not that hurt.

We can go have non-gay, totally hetero man-love later.

Anyway since I just graduated with my second B.S. about a week ago (my graduation date was the same day as Paris getting thrown back in jail...bitch stealing my thunder), I define success as simply being able to do what you want to do. In my mind money and shit you own has fuck all to do with success, but for the guy down the street that could be the cats pajamas so it's all relative.

You want to sit on a corner and smoke pot all day? Sweet, more power to you.

You want to command the most powerful military on the planet like it is your own personal Gi-Joe playset? Hell yeah, have fun!

Either way, I get to come home, make art, shove my atheistic, pinko commie viewpoints down the throat of mouth-breathers and have sex with my fiancee that is totally hotter and smarter than anyone else while she calls me Krull, so I guess I am pretty damn successful.

[AngryGerbil]

That must be an awesome feeling EP. You are in the medical field in some form yes?

Either way, it's the same way for me in my field. You go from "piss poor can't barely afford to gas my car" to "okay now I can gas my car but shit, rent is due..." and then all the sudden you're in "haha I don't have to do shit and I make more money than god". The jump from 'piss-poor' to 'rent-is-due' is a matter of months. The jump from 'rent-is-due' to' haha-I'm-god' is a matter of decades in some cases, years at very least, if you know people. But once you finally get there, man, that feeling must be great. I'll let you know in 2034.

So are you going the trophy-wife route? I always wondered what I'd do if I made big money at a young age, in regards to women. The money opens a lot of doors, but not all of them are good, you know?

Also, does this mean you'll be changing your sig?

[EnigmaticParadigm]

My sig is legend....psssh.

Yes, I'm in the medical field. I'm working at CDCR as an RN educator now. Good times. Fuck, my head hurts.

[AngryGerbil]

Originally Posted by EnigmaticParadigm

My sig is legend....psssh.

If by legend you mean seizure inducing eyesore that needs to be eradicated, then yes, I agree....psssh.

[EnigmaticParadigm]

Originally Posted by AngryGerbil

The condom broke, baby. Nobody gots ta' know...

[AngryGerbil]

It's probably true too. Fuck. I hate myself now.

/emoslice

[Blumpster]

I had a feeling like that once. I called it "breaking through the barrier". I'd been a big time stoner, but one night while smoking some honey oil, well, a shit fuck assload of honey oil, I attained perfection. I was so high, I wasn't even high. I was basically delirious, barely able to hold the knives and take a hit, but on the last one it slammed me and my eyes became clear. It was the weirdest experience of my life, and I've been tied down to a bed of spikes and lashed by a 350lb man in leather tights, so I know weird.

Anyways, after that, I've decided nothing else really matters. You said you worked in the medical field, but you never mentioned what you do or how it impacts you and your life. Your 'success' is the money and the status you have, at least that's what it seems. Makes me sick.

[Lejina Bloodbath]

Grats on the promotion. That was 5 years ago for me, but I still vividly remember that day.

As for the definition of success, it's when you are satisfied with yourself.

Someone who involve the opinion of others in any shape or form in his definition of success is bound to never reach it and live in a world of fustration. If you feel the need to buy a new BBQ or change of car because the neighbour just did the asphalt of his driveway and you just have to show him, you're pretty much fucked.

[Fammaden]

Originally Posted by Blumpster

I had a feeling like that once. I called it "breaking through the barrier". I'd been a big time stoner, but one night while smoking some honey oil, well, a shit fuck assload of honey oil, I attained perfection. I was so high, I wasn't even high. I was basically delirious, barely able to hold the knives and take a hit, but on the last one it slammed me and my eyes became clear. It was the weirdest experience of my life, and I've been tied down to a bed of spikes and lashed by a 350lb man in leather tights, so I know weird.

Anyways, after that, I've decided nothing else really matters. You said you worked in the medical field, but you never mentioned what you do or how it impacts you and your life. Your 'success' is the money and the status you have, at least that's what it seems. Makes me sick.

So he makes you sick because he is proud of having achieved something he worked incredibly hard for, simply because he makes a decent living at the same time? And the pinnacle of your personal success story is that you once got massively baked? I'm very much enamored of nihilist ideals myself, but that's pretty idiotic. I'm not sure you're even serious given the bed of spikes bit, but if you are then you need to get over yourself.