Arman's Antics (#053)
The latest from resignation letter writer Arman Khodadoost
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Coming to you live from Austin, Texas. Here is your weekly dose of Arman’s Antics. Five things I’ve been pondering and exploring that will make you think, laugh, cry (or a nasty combination of the three).
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Essay I wrote last week
Naval Ravikant hopes there will eventually be eight billion business owners who have managed to escape the shackles of employment. I love the thought of that, but for many of us, that’s not our reality.
So must we resign ourselves to be corporate slaves in the meantime? Or is there a way to have a job while not being controlled by it?
Let’s find out:
Freedom while still being employed
Why can’t we taste the sweet freedom of putting in our two week notice all the time? This question had troubled me for years. You know what I’m talking about. Putting in your two week notice is an instant release of pressure that can only be compared to finally coming home to a (clean) bathroom after a long road trip. Ahhhhh, that’s better. It also remove…
Our future selves wants to hear from us
Have you ever wanted to communicate with the older, handsomer, and (hopefully) wiser version of you?
It’s possible. Thanks to a site called FutureMe. I’ve been using this (free) service for years and it’s awesome. It allows you to write an email to your future self and have it delivered to your inbox on a specific day. Could be six weeks, six months or six years from now, it’s up to you.
But I found another way to use this site that might be even better than what it was originally intended for. Because you can write a letter to the future version of someone else, as long as you have their email address.
I typed one up the other day that will be sent to my future wife on our one year anniversary. It’s supposed to be a surprise, so don’t tell her. Who is someone that might enjoy receiving a letter from the current version of you years from now?
Becoming a true Texan
I’ve lived in Texas for over a year but I can’t claim to be a true Texan. I still don’t own a pair of cowboy boots or a cowboy hat.
Is it because I’m cheap or lazy? Both.
But at least I’ve got some friends who allowed me to check off one of the required boxes to gain Texas citizenship:
Next time, I’ll make sure they let me borrow their cowboy boots and hat to complete the Texan starter pack.
Essay I’m enjoying reading and rereading
How to Do Great Work by Paul Graham.
I kept hearing his name mentioned by thinkers, writers, and entrepreneurs I admire, so I finally decided to see what the hype was all about. And the only thing I regret is not doing it sooner.
I started pouring through his essays, often forgetting to take a bathroom break in between. His writing style is clear and distinct. He manages to express interesting ideas in a way that gets them to linger in your mind.
This most recent essay got me reconsidering what I want to do with my life. If that’s not the sign of a great piece of writing, I don’t know what is.
Do yourself a favor and carve out a few minutes today to check it out. After you finish reading this, of course.
Actually, no. I give you permission to stop here so you can read it now while the iron is hot. You’ll be glad you did.
Random thought
50% of what I write and share is utter nonsense. I just don’t know which 50% that is.
That’s all for the 53rd edition of Arman’s Antics. Thank you for spending a few of your attention points with me today. Now back to your regularly scheduled nonstop scrolling.
Have a terrific Tuesday!
Cheers,
Arman
Likes give these words life :)
I need an email service that allows me to go back and communicate with a past version of myself so I can prevent and undo some of the stupid things I’ve done.