Noise vs. Change, Jerzy Gregorek, & The COVID Leak Hypothesis
Reflection Of Self:
Here is an excerpt from something I’m starting this week called Fuck Em’ Five Fridays. Or maybe just Fuck Em’ Five?? Let me know what sounds/looks better.
This will be a place where I’ll attempt to cut through the noise and write about the 5 things I’ve learned this past week. On Fridays, it drops. When you’re trying to make an impact in a world full of noise, sometimes, you gotta say Fuck Em.’ Here’s the excerpt:
Change Vs. Noise
“You were born to change the world, not add to the noise.” (Source: Josh The Monster Montez)
This is the quote that inspired me to jump out of bed after a nap in Maastricht and start writing Fuck ‘Em Five Fridays, whatever this is. A newsletter? Article? Blog post? Who gives a fuck.
Like many other creators, I feel the pressure to be constantly tapped into the feed of releasing my creations daily. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, I need to have something to put out into the world or else everyone will forget about me.
Think of a tweet.
Write it.
Release.
Wait for likes.
Get one in three hours.
Feel like shit.
Write another one to compensate for blow to ego.
Get one like in four hours.
Twist my nipples and scream in rage.
Why do the Twitter Gods hate me?
Don’t they see I’m hard at work vomiting platitudes into the social ether?
Be yourself and see yourself succeed.
The key to success lies within.
Life isn’t about eliminating problems. It’s about finding the problems that are exciting to solve.
Yeah, I actually wrote that one (see below).
This one deserved at least 5 likes and a retweet if I’m being honest. What the fuck is wrong with people? I’m holding up my end of the bargain. I tweet a platitude, you retweet it, and then I retweet your platitude next week. Don’t they know that’s how it works?
That way, we can keep spewing unoriginal bullshit into the feeds on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok so that we never have to put in the work to put out an original piece of content ourselves.
It’s an exchange of platitudinal values that keeps the world going ‘round.
But if they don’t want me to be a part of their game, then fuck ‘em.
I’m gonna hold onto my content for a week, think about it, craft it, create it, and then release it into the world in the form of whatever the fuck this thing is you’re reading right now.
I’ll show them!
You’re gonna have to wait for my genius for a full goddamn week.
I kind of want to release this right now though, wouldn’t that be nice?
Having something worthwhile to put out into the world every fucking day. Maybe some people can. If you can, God bless you. I sure as hell can’t. Just ask my nipples.
I’m more of a once-per-week genius.
So, this is my attempt to not contribute to the noise in the world. You know, the shit that populates our feed that’s kind of content but kind of isn’t.
It’s like a soup of thoughts that could’ve been great but are now just okay. I know because I’ve contributed to that soup many times for many days.
I could’ve waited. I could’ve sat on my past thoughts for a day, a week, or even a few hours.
But I didn’t.
I caved in to the pressure of daily release and punished the world with my half-baked ideas.
No more.
I’m only putting out fully-baked shitty ideas into the world, and hopefully some good ones too.
I’ll put this thing out on Fridays, and despite every fiber of being in my body begging me to get this out in the next five minutes in the form of a tweet or an Instagram post, I won’t.
I’ll wait.
Sure, I’ll still throw up blog posts and podcast clips every day or so.
The blog posts showcase the cool work of other people, people much cooler than me.
And the podcast clips are parts of episodes I work really really hard on, so I deserve to know that you sit down and suffer through them.
Do you know how long it takes to make a 30-second clip of a podcast on Adobe Premiere? Add subtitles, pictures to keep you from clicking away, captions to feed the algorithm monster, cut out any spaces in speech.
I got into podcasting for the long-form conversation and find myself sitting in front of a computer editing bite-sized clips between two people going back and forth so fast it makes my head spin.
Screw you, watch the clip even if you have to suffer through a pause or a breath.
Whatever, I’ll still cut out the spaces. It’s good for engagement, and the post isn’t the podcast.
It’s a clip meant to entice you to watch or listen to the full episode, so I’ll jazz it up just for you.
So, this is me, not adding to the noise by writing 3 pages on not adding to the noise.
In all seriousness, if you’ve been struggling through something similar, no matter what the “noise” is in your life, I hope this may help make things a little bit clearer for you by knowing that you’re not alone.
Creativity can be a cold heartless bitch.
But, it’s my bitch.
So, before every piece of content I put out going forward, I’ll ask myself:
“Are you adding to the noise? Or, is this something with the potential to change your small corner of the world?”
Only the latter makes it out alive.
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Zach