Insipid hipster-fucking-cynic. You gotta love gems like that...

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Beginnings are hard, and that is all there is to it.
It doesn't matter if it is writing the first page to that novel you have always wanted to write or if it is starting a new friendship. Beginnings take work and they aren't always pretty. But that is the great thing about beginnings--they don't have to be pretty. Sometimes a beginning is nothing short of awe inspiring. Other times they can be imperfect and unorganized. But that has absolutely no effect on what comes next.
None.
Zero.
Less than zero.
Sure, you get off to a bad start with something it might take a little extra effort to get yourself on the track to get where you want. But that is up to you. You wake up with a headache, take a goddamn aspirin, eat some breakfast and get over it. You  make a bad first impression with the girl you like (or the guy you like, whatever, I'm speaking from the heterosexual male perspective as it is the only one I am personally familiar with)--do your best to make the second impression better and if it is a lost cause then it is a lost cause. You don't mope and whine and adopt a cowardly "woe is me" attitude. You have your little cry (metaphorically speaking, or not), you wipe your sorry eyes, and you try again.
Yes, I hear you now, you insipid hipster-fucking-cynic, "But it's not as simple as all that."
Bullshit. You can sit there sipping your chai latte and looking at everyone through your $300 non-prescription, just-for-looks glasses all you want...but shut the HELL up.  It IS as simple as all that, fuck you very much. It's like that one hit wonder from Chumbawumba--Tubthumping. Some names huh? Both the band and the song... Seriously though, take the chorus of that ungodly catchy song to heart. You get knocked down, therefore the only logical next course of action is to get back up again. It's not rocket science. It's not brain surgery. It's just common sense, though evidently not as common as it once was.
The point of all this wasn't for me to be Mr. Sunshine letting you know that "Everything is going to be okay." Because it might not. You might get hit by a bus later this afternoon. I really don't know. I don't. What I do know is nothing more or less than what I said before--that beginnings are hard fucking work, but they are only as important as you allow them to be. May all your beginnings be meaningless until they need to mean something, at which point Congratulations, it's not the beginning any more.

All Due Respect,
Kingsley