Friday, September 30, 2011

Well, OK, F It

I just posted a comment on The Bloggess’ latest post and this time decided to put a link to my blog, but I forgot her comments thang puts up the name of the commenter’s latest post, so Fuck It is right there in bright neon pink for everyone to see. I’ve calmed down a little since my F It post, and I’ll admit to being a little embarrassed about my expletive-filled rant when I’d made it a policy not to use the full F-word on my blog, but, well, fuck it, that’s just the way it goes sometimes.

But maybe I’ll dial it down a little. Or not. See, that’s the great thing about being a Gemini, because then you have a built-in excuse for having split-personality disorder without having to go on medication or see a shrink. And you get to change your mind a lot. Consistency has never really been my thing, you know?

However, we can blame my flagrant use of the F-word on a lovely little book I recently came across called, appropriately enough, Fuck It, or F**k It (when it’s being posted on polite web sites, bleeped out in podcasts and discussed in mixed company). It’s basically an irreverent take on Buddhism’s maxim to let go, accept and detach from the stuff that’s driving us batsh*t crazy. I’ve read a lot spiritual stuff in my life, including stuff on Buddhism, but this is quite unlike anything I’ve ever read.

British author John C. Parkin deliberately choose the title because “Fuck It” is so in your face and really grabs your attention. I mean, who the hell would expect a frickin’ spiritual book to be called Fuck It and have the term "Fuck It" liberally sprinkled throughout it? Despite my supposed policy not use the f-word on this blog, I’m not really that offended by the term, and often use it liberally myself. However, I know that some people, even people who use the term, can be offended by its use (so I guess people who use it and are offended by it are offending themselves), so I try to be a little calmer in my use of it on a blog, but I’ve already crossed my own line, so fuck it.

Anyhow, here’s a brief summary of the Fuck It book, as described on Parkin’s web site,

“Saying 'Fuck It' is like massage for the mind - relaxing you, releasing tension, giving up on things that aren't working.

John C. Parkin argues that saying Fuck It is a spiritual act:

That it is the perfect western expression of the eastern ideas of letting go, giving up and finding real freedom by realising that things don't matter so much (if at all).

This is The Fuck It Way.

It works very simply: if you're feeling stressed about something, say 'Fuck It'… you feel instantly better.”

Since I’ve been so pissy lately, this cheeky little book has really resonated with me. I mean I have tried frackin’ everything in the spiritual canon: repenting of my sins and accepting Jesus into my heart, praying, talking to my angels and my spirit guides, being mindful, meditating, healing my chakras, putting white light around people who annoy me, feeling my feelings fully, invoking Law of Attraction, and seemingly everything in the Judeo-Christian, Buddhist, Taoist, Hinduist, New Ageist, advaidaist philosophical gobbledygook. And it seems to just be the same old me trying various techniques to be enlightened and more loving, peaceful, and kind, and more successful at living and finding I’m still the same old grumpy, pissy, frustrated, scared, inconsistent, disorganized, wacky me. So I finally said "Fuck It," and suddenly I really do feel a lot better.

And now I’m saying "Fuck It" everywhere, including on my blog, when I said I wouldn’t say it here. So, if you’ve come here from my Zippy’s Garden blog or one of my comments on Itty Bitty Kitty Committee or Cute Overload, or The Bloggess (but saying "Fuck It" there is something of an art form) I sincerely apologize, but this is where I am at the moment. And that may be where I remain, or not, we’ll see.

In the meantime, I’ll be happily saying “Fuck It” to everything that tries to put its little slimy tentacles into me, whether it’s some rule I’ve been told all my life to follow that makes no sense, a fear that rears its ugly, multiple heads, or my job (although, I’ll admittedly say it low enough not to get myself fired).

If you like the sound of Fuck It and the Fuck It Way, go check out the book (and I promise I’m not getting a dime from plugging it). Soon you’ll be saying “Fuck It” like a real pro.

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