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Thursday, 30 May 2019

My Experience With Unbound Publishing

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My Experience With Unbound Publishing

I’ve written a book! My second book, boast be told. But it's not a silly fictional vanity piece this time! It's a real book! With potential real-life prospects which could potentially help real-life people! Amazing! So cool! Big stuff! Loud noises!

It’s called Heartbreak Sucks! How to Get Over Your Breakup in 30 Days and, truly, how could I summarise the content any better than a sentence that specific? Oh boy, the pride excreting from my pores was measurable only in buckets. It took me years (off and on) to write and perfect this collection of pages until I believed they were strong enough to prop up such a bold title, and when I came out the other side, I sat back with this overwhelming aura of wowness. I knew I had something solid on my hands. I had done my research and any competing publications were nothing but a miserable dribble of condescending psychobabble and/or tongue-in-cheek solutions, either scraped hollow of humour and compassion or exclusively reliant on humour with no actual educational benefit. I had cracked the code! I managed to balance empathy with hilarity and I was going to save the whole fucking world with it!

Wherefore art thou, rodeo? I had written a book before, sure sure. It was called This is Your Brain on Drugs and my knack for self-explanatory titles was not lost here either. I self-published that jobby thanks to the generous fingers attached to curious hands attached to (mostly) actual friends who were good to other friends. Such lovely faces they were, sponsoring money over Indigogo until I had a big enough pile to get my thoughts printed and shipped all by myself. And to those who were there back there when, I still salute you so hard that I bruise my forehead. But while that approach worked perfectly for that moment in time, something about this particular path felt like it would be doing Heartbreak Sucks a slight disservice. This piece needed a larger cannon because it had a much greater chance of breaking into some sort of a popular market. And that meant MONEY. I mean, of course it also meant helping people too. But MONEY also.

Hence why I packed my hypothetical suitcase full of beans and embarked on a mission which ultimately turned out to be as painstaking as writing the book itself. I tried to find a publisher. I contacted quite a few in the end, sending each one a nice stack of documents according to their requested criteria which usually consisted of a personalised cover letter, a synopsis, a proposal, a writing sample, chapter summaries, a list of competing publications, my credentials, and whatever other custom text their eyes so desired. Hey, would you like this blatantly lucrative masterpiece of modern self-help literature? It might surprise you to find out that most companies never returned my message. Many others did, perhaps even an automated email simply to reject my proposal (which I appreciated anyway). However, there were three or so bigger names who did express definite interest in the project, but the conversations kinda fizzled out when our visions couldn’t quite align. Please note that none of this discouraged me in the slightest. On the contrary! Every worthwhile author’s story is built from a paper mache boat consisting primarily of refusal letters. If anything, this whole neglection process made me feel even more like a genuine writer, and I planned my award speech accordingly. You shall rue the fucking day!

My Experience With Unbound Publishing

This adventure took an interesting turn when a friend of mine tapped me on the shoulder and pointed in a slightly different direction, pulling apart some bushes to reveal a glimmering utopia in the distance. It was a company called Unbound and to call their business model unique is a fair word while calling it genius is fairer still. How it works is simple, and can be split into two phases. First, they function almost identically to Kickstarter or Indiegogo, setting up a crowdfunding page where you can drive traffic, encouraging people to pledge money towards the book until you hit the target, nothing new there. However, if you managed to raise the cash, then the process flips into the more traditional publishing side, where Unbound print and deliver the product, as well as pushing additional copies into bookstores, leaving the author to sit back and relax, watching the magic happen with a glass of wine in one hand and a laugh in the other. What’s important to note is that it is next to impossible to convince stores to stock your writings when you’re a self-published author, so that was the aspect which truly salivated my teeth and reshaped my eyes into heart emojis before I even submitted the text. But then I pulled myself together, submitted the message, and was dismayed when the robot on their side informed me that it would take up to two months before they got back to me. Argh, why is everything so slow? I want it all and I want it now!

Actually, in this case, that kinda happened. An Unbound representative sent me an email the very next day, informing me that she was halfway through the book and she absolutely adored it! Say what?? We moved into the Skype dimension and made Wifi eye contact as we chatted about exhilarating prospects, this friendly lady throwing colourful confetti into my pupils, showering my work with praise, informing me about how excited she would be to take the project on. Oh my God, this was it! This was everything I had been waiting for! A professional company actually believed in me! I always knew those decades of interviewing myself in the shower would eventually pay off, and here I was, on the cusp of becoming a bonafide author who could walk into a bookstore and scribble his signature in the cover without getting arrested. Oh, the power! Oh, the irresponsibility! Naturally, I was ready to jump through whatever firey hoops and bark like a dog just to get this going, and I eagerly agreed to join the Unbound family pretty much right away. And with that, we set out a collaborative plan to take my voice to the masses.

First things first, she told me, was that we needed to raise £15,000. If I could go back in time to the moment this information was passed, I would have intentionally taken a big sip of coffee just so that I could dramatically spit it out like I was a cartoon. £15,000?? Jesus Chrysler Voyager Miles Davis, that’s a lot of money. In fact, as a full-time writer, that’s a fucking fortune. A figure that size could cover every one of my bills and meals for a year, and I was expected to raise that for a book? Noticing my O-shaped mouth, Unbound lady was quick to laugh it off, reassuring me that this is a large amount but they had achieved this many many times before. This was their job, they’d run hundreds of successful campaigns in their time, and all it would take was their extensive connections, my dedication, and a strategic approach in building a buzz. I eventually started breathing again. The steps seemed digestible and logical, as we compiled a list of potential promotional avenues, such as writing relationship articles for likeminded blogs to spread the word or attempting to create some sort of a viral marketing ploy where people told us their worst heartbreak stories ever. Certainly, these were fantastic ideas, and the calm this lady provided gave my confidence the space to grow.

My Experience With Unbound Publishing

Of course, as life has gone on, I have become very proficient at ignoring red flags, as have you, I'm sure. One of the most glaringly problematic of these flags was the increasing levels of difficulty trying to get hold of this representative. I’d estimate that I’d get one reply per every three of my emails, which was usually over a space of one week. I got so many Out of Office bounces from this account that I began to wonder what she even did for a living. Furthermore, my book was pdf-print-ready-to-go, but whenever we managed to converse she often spoke about replacing my artwork with someone else’s artwork, and what’s more, she asked if I knew anyone who would be willing to do so for free. There was also other small talk about changing the title, reordering the pedantically organised steps of my guide, and rewriting entire sections to be more focused upon my own personal sob backstory. My creative energy cringed at these suggestions, I felt the cells in my throat tense up in defence mode, but I nodded with a compliant grimace. I figured, hey, business is business, right? This is how it works in the life of artists. It’s about compromise, and at the end of the day, they’re the ones who have done this before, not me. I managed to convince myself that this was a learning curve and better days were just around the corner, even when I received the contract which included a clause granting them the first refusal for whatever my next book was going to be or else. Still, it’s easy to point fingers but I have spoken to people who work within the industry, and I’ve been assured that all of the above is completely standard. Certainly, there was a wall of internal resistance inside of me, but I can’t reasonably hold any of this against Unbound. This is regular publishing stuff, apparently.

Still, this did not exactly ease my mind, and when our decided launch date of Valentine’s Day kept rushing towards us with very little work completed, my courage dwindled into a thimble. I even have this in writing as I chatted with my sister around this time, whining about my gut instinct which was blaring warning alarms throughout my chemical pouches. Everything was wrong! There was less than a week to go and we were nauseatingly unprepared while my representative was nowhere to be found! Then, suddenly, she reappeared, exploding into my inbox with a flurry of demands, the most notable of which being that I needed to put together a video of me selling my book RIGHT NOW. My terror blasted me into action and within a day I had submitted her a script of what I thought accurately represented me and my product together as one. She responded by ruthlessly stripping out those sparkly Jared characteristics and signature humour while highlighting other essential info I somehow had to squeeze in there too. “Oh, and by the way, try and make sure it's under a minute in length, ok?”. I knew this was impossible short of speed-rapping her requirements alone, but I gave it a go and ultimately submitted a 2:30 video. It was the best I could do. But not good enough. She told me that I needed to trim another 30 seconds off at least. This was days before launch now. I had an actual job to do which actually paid me. But, eventually, somehow, by trimming literally every .5 second from any breath I could, I managed it. What choice did I have?

And then the stress finally hit the full stop punctuation point and stopped. By some miracle, the campaign was released on Valentine’s Day. We did it! I mean, I didn't love it, but we did it all the same. Unbound had reworded much of my provided bio text (while still referring to me in first-person, literally putting words into my mouth) and the imagery chosen was so off-brand that I wonder if she’d actually read the damn thing, but the point still stood. We did it. The overall encompassing vibe of the moment was a nice one. None of my friends knew about the project either so it brought me tremendous pleasure to finally announce that I had written a new book and, what’s more, a big company was involved. It really felt like I was on an escalator to a higher floor of artistic progression. It felt like it meant something important.

The response was immediately promising too, at least in words. Some of my friends got involved super quickly while others were having bank issues due to the heavy lifting of Valentine’s Day, and “promised” to jump in on payday. Regardless, the money was trickling in, at times with sizeable amounts, and I’d like to take a moment here to send a massive shoutout to David Whitney, Ammr Khalifa, Milz Dechnik, and Adam Hartley. You guys are everything, I have so much love for you, and what you contributed will not go unrewarded, that I promise! However, after the days passed, then the weeks passed, it became obvious that something was not quite working the same as it was in my dreamworld.

My Experience With Unbound Publishing

Just under a month later and we’d raised £856, which is good money, but in Unbound terms, a fucking terrible amount, stalling at only 4% of the required total (after tax). And by this point, I had started to nurture some truly harsh negative vibes within me. Looking at the stats now, 19 of the total 20 pledges were my friends and yet I still harnessed this instinctive pain to blame my friends for the lack of momentum. Payday had come and gone, endless reassurances had been made, but there was a severe absence of support from my mates. But once that unjustified feeling of animosity began to fade, the truth was as clear as L. Ron Hubbard. I actually didn’t want my friends to buy or even read this book unless they were suffering from heartbreak. This wasn’t some fucking charity plea here. I put together a legitimate self-help manual which was designed to assist people out of the pit of breakup depression. It was never intended as some avenue where friends could prove their worth to me by paying for my ideas. If I wrote this for my friends, I would happily give it to each one of them for free (and I still might). But even worse than this, was the spam. Oh God, the spam! Perpetually posting about this product on my social media feeds was filling my mouth with vomit. It was against everything I stood for, I felt shame every time I did so, and I felt that I shouldn’t need to plug something which spoke so loudly for itself. I truly think that if you have to incessantly beg for backing then your output simply isn’t good enough, which is a polite way of saying that, pretty soon, this whole project felt like an embarrassing failure before it had even been born. The depression monster received the invite and started tapping on the window. I looked over and I could see that he was vaping my pride, then blowing out a big cloud of strawberry flavoured humiliation. And in that moment, I became acutely aware of how much happier I had been before this dismal campaign entered my life.

I kept Unbound up to date with my concerns and when they finally responded a week later, the tone had sunk into more dismissive regions. Gone were the bright-smiled promises and optimistic back pats. Instead, there was an aura of slight disappointment and a, “Hey, look, you’re just not trying hard enough. Remember all the things we discussed from before? Finding places where you can write articles? The viral marketing crusade? Asking your parents for money? You’ve got to go and do all those things now.” Wait, I thought you said we were going to do all of those things? Like, together? Now you want me to go out do all of this by myself? I mean, it’s worth noting that you guys are TAKING 50% OF ALL PROFITS, and now you’re telling me that you’re not going to even help me to promote this anymore? What is it that you actually do? Why aren’t I just doing this all myself and getting all the money while I'm at it? And that’s when I realised... oh shit! I wasn’t a partner! I was a fucking customer.

By this time my emotional supply had sunk into a cold basement filling up with despair and the only relief I could locate in my mind was that fantasy where I pull the plug and the icky water swirled and drained and disappeared into gone gone land. Hence why when I found myself sucking on the dirty ceiling just to get oxygen, I knew I was losing some internal battle, and I did it. I wrapped my big toe around the chain and I pulled that plug. It was the path of least resistance. It was the only move I had left.

My Experience With Unbound Publishing

Unbound weren’t stoked, how could they be? Naturally, there was an immediate reaction of, “You signed a contract, child!” to which I scoffed, “Actually, if you check your records, you may find that you guys are so slack that you didn’t even follow that up, and I never signed anything.” Truly, somehow, this campaign went live on their system without me ever committing my name on anything. They sent the dotted line for me to sign, I said I would sign it, and then I changed the topic. Misdirection at its finest. That’s a little trick I’ve learned in my extensive years of playing business, don’t sign shit if your tummy is doing wobbles. And so now, as far as the law was concerned, there was never any agreement and my book was still my book. But like, LOL, hows does this even happen?? You would think a legit company would know better but I guess this is another big red warning flag towards their professionalism. Or, at very least, a lesson for them. You’re welcome!

Unbound agreed to remove my campaign off of their indexes but because the financing part of the operation is a different department, they said we’d have to wait until the campaign ran its 150-day course before they could fully shut it down and reimburse the money already raised. I’m not sure how much I trust this information, but short of getting upset, what is the solution? This means that if you were one of the kind souls who put cash towards my project (once again, thank you!) then you can expect a refund by what I estimate to be the 14th of July 2019. I’m sorry this won’t happen earlier, but I have no reason to believe that Unbound would fail at delivering this. No matter how unsettling my experience was, they are a legit organisation at the end of the day, and to steal £856 hardly seems worth the effort. I also want those who supported me to know that your names have been recorded in a special Google Doc for future reference and I will not let this act of generosity go uncompensated. I do this out of gratitude for your belief in my product, but I also do this because I want those who didn’t support it to feel immense regret. The devil is still a worthy ally when it comes to good ideas.

UPDATE: it has just come to my attention that Unbound DO NOT automatically refund the amount. Instead, you get "credits" on your account to spend on more books, but you can contact them and request that YOUR money be returned. I swear I will do everything I can to ensure this process takes place with minimal effort on your side, but EVERYONE, please use this information as a further precaution as to how strange this company is with many of its policies!!!

I'd like to wind this article down by emphasising my deepest respect for Unbound. At the time when my campaign was launched, famed MSPaint artist Jim’ll Paint It was just rounding up his own release on the platform (Of Mouse and Man: The Best of Jim'll Paint It) which was 242% funded when I last checked. I have no doubt in my mind that Jim was treated like royalty by Unbound and that his work was highly promoted in every way they could muster because that’s essentially how they operate. They’ll probably launch anything, it’s very little effort on their part to do so, and if it gains speed, then they’ll push it with all of their biggest muscles because, in the end, the printing costs automatically get covered by pledges and then they snatch 50% of the profits too. It’s clever and it makes sense. But if your campaign doesn’t show immediate promise, then you are a penny in the dust to them. If you can’t inspire that initial interest running in your favour, then why would they waste their resources on you? And I honestly have nothing against this strategy. But the thing is, for them, my book was just another potential egg which tumbled on their radar, which is something I fully understand. But for me, this book represented a very specific period of my life. A lot of personal pain live on these pages and it took a fuckton of strength to figure all of this out. I was not willing to strain myself trying to convince people of its worth, least of all a company who had 0% interest yet 50% to gain. Fuck that, even if it is such a shame that they will probably never work with me again.

The good news is that the book still exists and it's completely under my control. And what’s even more important to recognise here is the educational aspect of this whole mess, something which I already knew but has once again reaffirmed itself in my source code. It’s that I must never ever let anyone else ever touch my art ever ever again. I felt my creative self being churned through a meat grinder during this process, and nothing is worth feeling like a hotdog, especially when you’re a vegetarian. Sure, I want money and I want fame as much as the next guy, but if I receive such things on someone else’s terms by following someone else’s pathway, then we better be talking trucks of money and fame, neither of which Unbound could possibly promise me. This book is my baby and I want to treat it the same way I treat the rest of my creative spawn, and that is basically via the fuck everyone ethos. Don’t tell me how to raise my creations. Only I know what’s good for them. And if I’m wrong and I die as a hungry unknown, then so fucking be it. I will suckle on my integrity and my eventual spirit will enter the next realm twisted but with every piece in place.

Which is to say, the book is coming! And it will come how I want it to come, which is exactly how I like to come. What's more, the profits will be mine all mine. Watch this space. Don’t stop watching. Never turn away. Don’t even blink, or you lose this game.

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Tuesday, 9 April 2019

Narcissism

Narcissism

In my experience, most people misunderstand what narcissism actually is, as did I for a large portion of my life. Usually, we tend to regard the archetypal narcissist as someone who carries an unreasonable gigantic sense of self-worth, probably to the point of delusion, demanding adoration due to some belief of entitlement, aggressively boasting about their achievements, dominant in conversation, ruthlessly chasing recognition, if you disagree, you are wrong, they are right, end of fucking story. Does this definition sound accurate to you? It should. Because it is. What we are looking at here is known as the “grandiose narcissist”, a behavioural trait which can often be somewhat of a blessing, successfully utilised by many celebrities, politicians, and other high profile figures to demand what they want until they get it. Donald Trump has become the quintessential example of this subcategory of narcissism, and for very good reason. His fantastical ego is so loud that it even managed to convince other people around him of its self-proclaimed value, and then the guy proceeded to rise up the ladder until he became the President of the United States of America. Regardless of your opinion, that’s an impressive feat. I have never met anyone who has become the president of a country before.

Due to this general preconception of what narcissism is, it has become quite an ugly term, synonymous with arrogance and an aura of superiority, which certainly is true. But what people always forget is that this is a legitimate mental illness, diagnosable and destructive, on par with other such cerebral disturbances to the likes of schizotypal PD, OCD, and paranoid personality disorder. And yet, we are much more likely to dissociate this particular disorder from its darker counterparts, which truthfully, is somewhat understandable. It's because narcissists are selfish assholes, and for the most part, they don’t seem to think they have anything wrong with them. On the contrary, they think they have everything right with them, as is the very core of the problem.

Of course, it is human nature to label things to the deepest of levels, and with a small amount of research, you’ll soon discover that grandiose narcissism is just a box within a box within a box, and there are other boxes which may not be as colourful or noticeable than this example, but they deserve to be observed all the same. And with that, may I introduce to you the box which I am going to be focusing upon today, which is known as “vulnerable narcissism”. The reason as to why I am going to concentrate on this particular box, is because I, myself, am a vulnerable narcissist, hello.

These two specific forms of narcissism are often lumped into the same category because they have many similar manifestations. With both, you are looking at a morally questionable individual with a high level of arrogance, so much so that they will feel superior to anyone they meet whilst lacking a significant amount empathy towards anyone else’s troubles unless they somehow benefit the narcissist's own journey. It’s terrible when you break it down like that, but what’s even worse is, as a narcissist, you can’t believe that other people don’t see these things from your exact perspective. Why aren't they completely agreeing with everything I say? It’s madness.

Narcissism

However, as subtle as it may seem at first, there are various approaches you can use to tell these two subcategories apart, the most obvious of which would be self-esteem. Grandiose narcissists have all of the self-esteem in the world. Vulnerable narcissists have none of it. Challenge a narcissist’s achievements and if they get angry and possibly attack you with belittlements, then they are probably dealing with the grandiose nature. Meanwhile, challenge a vulnerable, and we will just about have an emotional meltdown. We can’t face criticism, we live in permanent fear of rejection, and we require a constant flow of external validation simply to feel like a normal human being, a justification we simply cannot create ourselves. This whole mess stems from a timid place of inadequacy which we overcompensate for by puffing out our ego chests and hoping someone will notice our brilliance. Attention, recognition, and reassurances are the fuel for our lives, and if we don’t get it, we melt into a bowl of depression and do not possess the tools needed to pull ourselves together again. Not quite the shouty narcissist you had in mind, right?

The good news is that the vulnerables are far easier to get along with than the grandioses, because we’re more modest, more introverted, and more likely to believe that we’re better than you in silence. The bad news is that our little mental issues frequently hold us back, unlike our grandiose narcissistic box partners, who are propelled forward by their “ailment”. I definitely feel like I got the short end of the narcissi-stick here, but nobody chooses to have problems. It’s always your parents’ fault anyway, isn’t it?

Speaking of which, it was since forever that I knew something was fundamentally wrong with me, but I was always so proficient at blaming other things. Without delving too much into my personal background, the most immediate indicators of my troubles came from two very predictable sources: social media and romantic relationships. As far as my online presence is concerned, my every move is in some way designed to encourage validation from my followers, which was fine, because I usually get it. Furthermore, I hear millennials have a similar validation problem, but they call it “simply using Instagram”. Regardless, there have been occasions when I don't receive the validation I requested. I post something which nobody responds to, and my reaction to this tragedy may be a little too dramatic for a 34-year-old male, some might say. Time slows down and I’d immediately equate my entire self worth to be measurable by this one single post, forgetting everything else in my life that I have ever done, the past was irrelevant, I am now this post, nothing but this post, and this post is nothing. There were times that half an hour would slide on by without a single Like and my world would have already crumbled. My anxiety would choke my breath, I’d curse my lack of personality, I'd realise that I was never funny to begin with, people were finally catching on that I had never said anything funny ever before, my friends were sick of me, they all hated me, it was inevitable anyway, I had a good run, my day had come. My finger then hovers over the delete button, it is time to quit social media for good. And then, for whatever reason, the Likes would eventually dribble in, potentially even just a delay on the server side, and suddenly my self-perception would shift and the sun would shine again, evaporating whatever that silly doubtful hiccup was only seconds ago. Actually, come to think of it, I knew that post was really funny!

With all that said, social media is easy come, easy go. If a post fails, you can always post another one, keep on batting until you hit a home run, it only takes one to tango. But relationships with other individuals? That’s a much more complicated game. Especially in regards to an intimate romantic partnership between two people, because that's where you are looking at a breed of validation so all-encompassing and intense that it is impossible to recreate using any other form. Here is a human being (usually an attractive human being, because I’m shallow and I have taste) who has publicly announced that you are worthy of their love. They have taken a moment to turn and face you and dedicate their time and mind and body to you, agreeing that you are so cool that a fixed agreement is in their benefit. They want to share their foreseeable future with you, granting you the honour of being the first person they speak to when they have news, as well as awarding your genitals with the exclusive access to their corresponding genitals. And by allowing them the same, then there is this magical love thing which grows, which is, without a doubt, the best way to verify every corner of your existence. Because if this perfect specimen, chiselled by the hands of God himself, has approved your being here, then who gives a rat’s fuck what anyone else thinks, right?

Narcissism

The ugliness comes when these relationships end. And in my case, this always happens, point proven that I am currently single as I type this, and I am also in the middle of destroying any chances of ever finding love again by using this very blog you read now. Like everyone, I’ve had varying degrees of breakups in my life. Some were a flaming aeroplane nosediving into concrete, while some were pathetic fizzles like coughing on a candle. But there was always one similar pattern which has festered throughout each and every one of these upsets: I’ve struggled to let them go, which is a polite way of saying that I have never let any of them go, not one of them, ever. With each dissolution, there was a vacuum which opened up inside of me and licked my ego down to the wooden centre stick, completely discrediting my worth as a person to such an nth degree that no amount of social media reactions could even begin to stitch my former me together. I’ve spent so many years attempting to fill that hole much the same way any crack addict would: with more crack. What's worse is that my self-esteem is so forever crippled by the narcissism infection, that my confidence falls down in turn, meaning that I lack the courage to ever hunt a new vagina, because why would anyone hook up with someone so unvalidated as myself? Hence why I’d so often spend those darker times spinning on my heels and then moving backwards, chasing former lovers with the foam of desperation drooling from my mouth. And I don’t just mean, like, the immediately previous ex-girlfriend either. I mean all of them, even the ones I broke up with over a decade ago. At times I would catch myself texting two or three exes the exact same hopeless message in the space of 10 minutes, a mournful cry for reconciliation with someone, anyone, anything (which, by the way, has never worked). Stranger still is that I can easily step out of myself and rationalise that my reasons for doing this are not because I actually want to be with these people. It didn't work before, it won't work again, I know this. Rather, it’s because I am weak and I know these girls were happy to fuck me once upon a time, so surely I’m closer to the finish line with them than any others? I've obviously already fucked every girl who would ever fuck me, I’m useless, people are figuring it out, I’m full of shit, they are seeing through me, I fucked up, I should have married her when I had the chance and now I am going to die alone in some embarrassing masturbatory position.

As it is with everyone, the initial raw wounds do crust and scab and get better over time, but until I get into another full-fledged relationship, there is this perpetual blistering agony within my life which will remain open and sore. It’s officially known as “relationship-contingent self-esteem” and if films are anything to go by, it’s a fairly common human condition. Curiously, none of my ex-girlfriends seem to have this problem, but that's probably because they can't stand me. Regardless, if this is something you relate to you, I want to give you some advice and warn you to not do what I'm about to tell you, no matter how positive it may initially seem.

In my experience, it only takes roughly a million crazy thoughts before your brain automatically goes into defence mode and starts to reprimand you, shoving an endless strew of evidence into your face, illustrating how senseless you’ve become followed by an urgent request that you develop a plan to sort this mental mess out. And so here’s the story of how I attempted to do just that. I went online and compiled a list of all the personality and mood disorders I could find, and then I proceeded to complete online quizzes after online quizzes of each of these examples, using them to evaluate just what I might be dealing with here. Guaranteed accurate results, right? Actually, you’d be surprised, as many disorders quickly fell off of the list as I laughed at how far away I was from their tormenting claws, haha, sorry for you! Meanwhile, certain tests did blast big red flares into the air and then I’d explore those issues further, using other test sources as well as reading online medical journals to uncover their trademark symptoms, locating deeper and deeper boxes within each box, endless fun really. Some factors rang true, some rang sort of true, and some did not ring at all, but pretty soon it became undeniably clear that I was suffering from a vulnerable narcissistic personality disorder, which I think is something I may have mentioned before, spoiler alert hindsight oops.

I confided in one very clever friend about this discovery and she was quick to brush it off, using a smart analogy to the effect of, “Look, Jared, there are alcoholics in this world, and then there are people with drinking problems. Alcoholics have a disease. Narcissistic personality disorder is an illness. You're certainly a narcissist, but your narcissism is just the equivalent of drinking too much. It’s probably not an illness”. She definitely had a point. For here I am, shouting out that I have this debilitating mental issue like it was a doctor who told me, whereas truthfully, it has been self-diagnosed. No medical professional has legitimately stamped my forehead with the term. However, you must believe me when I tell you that I have read extensively on the topic. I have studied it using papers which these very medical professionals would have used. I may not have a degree in psychology but that's because I don’t have any interest in studying every brain complication known to man. I’m only interested in my own brain complications. Sure, I can understand why this lack of professional evaluation may damage my case, but allow me to guarantee you right now that I could walk into any therapist's office, lie down on that hypothetical couch, and get this official diagnoses within one single session. I have done the investigation and this is what came out. I did not go seeking this particular ailment, it found me, and I was legitimately surprised by the result (even though it makes so much sense when I reflect upon my entire life). But fuck me and fuck you, take my word for it or don’t, it's not actually that important. Because whether you think I have this disorder, or whether you think I do not, or even if you couldn't care less, there is more to this story anyway. I've only just started.

Narcissism

What it came down to, was this: once I had concluded that vulnerable narcissism was my enemy, I skipped on my merry way with a cartoon-sized magnifying glass, determined to locate clues, unearth footprints, accuse the potential causes, and then defeat these engrams by using Wikipedia’s Treatment section. This is a rare pathway of recovery for any narcissist to pursue because, usually, narcissists don’t pursue any path of recovery whatsoever. They don’t think they have a problem, they just think they’re the greatest. But me, I was greater than that. I was the greatest narcissist ever! That was a joke. What wasn’t a joke, however, was that I slowly but surely began to successfully unravel bits of this jumble, and when I did, all hell broke loose.

Here’s another fun fact! Almost every narcissistic personality has actually been developed by the mind as a defence mechanism, and reportedly 25% - 40% of these cases are due to a much darker underlying issue known as borderline personality disorder. There are plenty of similarities between these two troubled nuisances (the insecurities, the abandonment issues, the destructive relationships etc) hence why they often get confused with one another. But, there are several exciting highlights specific to borderline that you should know about, and here are just a few of my favourites: feelings of emptiness; feelings of being unlovable; major anxiety and depression; flipping between intense love and intense hatred for another individual; self-destructive behaviour like drugs or promiscuity or self-harming; bouts of extreme paranoia; and a general sense of suicidal everything. Hmmm, those do sound familiar. It’s no wonder, then, that so many borderlines sharpen their inner turmoil towards a place where they are the King of the Universe, otherwise, how else were they supposed to function with that many painful worlds inside of their heads?

Just for the record, I’m not saying that I’ve diagnosed myself with borderline personality disorder as well. I feel like such a claim may be acting out of my jurisdiction. I might as well diagnose myself with PTSD while I’m out giving free mental illnesses here, because then at least I could prescribe myself diazepam. But what I’m getting at is that there was definitely something lying beneath my narcissism, something I had never seen before, and it wasn’t friendly. For as I began to erode away at this defence mechanism, a crack of my deeper self was exposed, and then there I was, staring into the eye of one of the most disheartening discoveries about myself that I had ever met. It was that I most likely suck.

My whole life has been mobilised by an inner voice, an inkling of sorts, assuring me that I was something special, something great, destined for an eventual position on the highest of podiums. And while a predominant characteristic of narcissistic behaviour is that we tend to exaggerate our accomplishments to make them seem bigger to other people, I truly believe that I have never done that. Although, that’s what a narcissist would say, right? Regardless, my CV speaks for itself and if anyone has cared to follow my artistic journey, they would have to admit that I’m not all talk and I do work really hard. Please forgive me as I spend the next while boasting about these achievements, as it is important for the paragraph after the next. Bear with me, we’re nearly at the punchline. But the truth is that lots of people talk about starting bands and recording albums and playing shows, and yet some of them never do. I’ve written and recorded hundreds upon hundreds of songs by now (solo and with bands) and played many shows (solo and with bands) even once at the O2 (mumble Academy2 Islington mumble mumble). Other people have a life ambition to one day author a book. I’ve written two, one of which has already been self-published, the next one coming soon (I hope). On that note, any writer would be happy if millions of people read their work. I’ve written single articles that have surpassed the million mark, and my own personal blog (this one!) has hit over a million eyes on its own. Not to mention that I write scripts for a cartoon company, each episode hitting at least 3 million views (otherwise something is very wrong) with my current single script high score sitting at 80 million. Moving on, I know friends who have been talking about creating a movie for a decade, whereas I am already a quarter way through a full-length film of my own creation, done completely by myself. And, I mean, how many people dream about travelling the world while they work? Everyone? I’m currently sitting in my 8th country since December 2018. Plus, I draw one-panel comics for Instagram every working day, I sell digital artwork on shirts, and I have been known paint acrylic pieces on the regular (some of which were even featured in an exhibition once upon a time). Great! So what’s my point? My point is that to someone who believes creativity is life (I do), there is a certain amount of action-oriented evidence that I’m not trying to convince anyone of my abilities using words. I am doing so using numbers.

Narcissism

Sorry but there's one more paragraph worth of arrogance onslaught coming your way. Deep breath, because this one is even worse: I honestly do believe I am God’s gift to women. I know this sounds ridiculous, but it’s not my fault, it’s your fault. I paid attention to what girls claim they are looking for in a romantic partner, I uncovered the buzzwords, and then I strived to tick every single one of those boxes. Let me know if you’ve heard any of these before: I, {enter female name}, am seeking a male who is ambitious (see previous paragraph above), has dreams and follows them (see previous paragraph above), is financially independent (see previous paragraph above), is well-traveled (see previous paragraph above), has a sense of humour (I have been told that I have this), is intelligent (I have been told I am this too, oh, if only they knew...), focuses on their health (exercise and nutrition are my only prozac), has a decent body (contact for photos), is relatively tall (I am nearly 6 foot, but FYI, girls who put 'tall guys only' in their Tinder bios cannot complain about dudes who refuse to swipe right on fat chicks), who knows how to fuck well, who knows how to go down on a girl, and has an amazing dick (I have multiple A-grade report cards on these very specifications), is open to talk about his feelings (ref: this blog), is open to people of all backgrounds (without exception!), has their own style (this might actually be to my detriment), writes and speaks good, is compassionate (I don’t eat meat anyway), has good friends, is on good terms with all of his exes after a breakup, will shower his girlfriend with affection (I will spend all of my money on you and make art about you), and, most importantly of all, is modest (I am more modest than anyone, I'm the most modest of them all). Based on this information alone, if I am not 100% exactly what you are looking for, then this is because you are not being specific enough. I AM ALL OF THE THINGS. I learned what the things were and then I worked fucking hard to become those things. And now here I am, perfection personified. You are welcome.

Yeaaaah, so here’s the thing... once you realise that you are a narcissist... you suddenly start to recognise that the voice in your head was your own all along. It’s not Jesus whispering encouragements into your ear. It’s your own brain basically wanking off inside of itself. And that’s when all of those awesome achievements and personal features suddenly don’t seem all that awesome anymore. Hang on, if it’s me telling me how great I am, then where is the actual proof of anything? I am making this up, citation needed. Actually, come to think of it, the evidence is piling against me instead, I was just too blinded by my own sequins to notice. I am 34 years old, and despite having all of those elaborate creative projects under my name, and despite checking every box in the Man of Your Dreams cookbook, here I sit. Still not rich. Still not famous. Still not discovered. Still not in love. Single. Alone. My God, those previous self-appointed praises weren’t proof that I was great! On the contrary, they were undeniable proof that I suck! If I was even remotely good at art, statistically speaking, then something surely would have broken by now. And if I really was the romantic catch I seem to think I am, I wouldn’t have this empty feeling of loneliness where I perpetually crawl back to my ex-girlfriends, only to have them pat me upon the head with sympathy, they’ve moved on because I wasn’t what they wanted. I'm not what anybody wants. Because here I sit. Still not rich. Still not famous. Still not discovered. Still not in love. Single. Alone.

Following this grand “awakening” of my shitness, the inevitable followed. Art and love are my life, and so if I was neither a talented creative nor a desirable gentleman, then I was reduced to absolutely nothing. As a response to that, I fell deep inside of myself where the inescapable duvet of depression consumed me and I decided to quit. Not, like, suicide or anything, even if that did cross my mind (although, when doesn’t suicide cross my mind? I’m so complex and dark in that way). Rather, I decided to quit art and give up on everything, stop trying, it’s not working, let go of the dream, maybe start watching TV, eat the food I want to eat, start smoking again, lower my standards, marry a 6, have a baby or two, find fulfilment in some religious movement, die at 53, my wife weeps at my funeral, my close friends agree that I was ok, someone mentions Lily Allen in my eulogy, they cheers my life over a pint, my name is never spoken again within five years of my burial. Believe it or not, there was a genuine vibe of relief in these thoughts. No more self-imposed deadlines. No more stressful nights where I develop marbles of muscle tension in my shoulders trying to finish a project that only nine people will look at. No more need for validation because there would be nothing left to validate. Excellent. So I started to take the necessary steps towards the shedding. I hastily and dramatically cancelled the crowdfunding campaign for my up-and-coming book which I was working on. I decided that my film would be shelved indefinitely. I even announced my departure with this vague #legobiscuit. I was throwing it all away. I would finally be free to live a normal life, accepting myself for what I guess I always was: a normal person. No more deluded sense of self-worth. No more superiority complex. No more unwarranted belief in my capacity whatsoever. Time to see what it was that other people actually did with their lives.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, this brief period of resignation did not work. The days following my big decision felt way worse than whatever had spurred it on. My depression grew stronger and those skull voices shouted even louder about my uselessness because now they had proper ammunition. Without art, I was nothing. I served no purpose to the Universe or to myself. Everything I had ever valued had now been discarded and that hollowed me out like a crayfish, unable to see the beauty in life anymore which was something I was always able to do no matter how bad things had sunk. If there was a permanent off-switch, I would have pressed it. If it didn’t hurt, I would have pulled the wires right out from my wrist. I didn’t want to die, I wanted to dissolve, no mess, no fuss. I Googled how to disappear completely and only found a Radiohead song, which didn’t help in the slightest.

A few of these miserable emo days passed, and as it so often happens, I started to become used to my bleakness and my brain nestled into some reasonable level of comfort, a certain desensitised groove of despair, allowing my mind a moment to think. And what it told me was very interesting. It explained to me that the meaning of life differs from person to person, but the end goal is always the same: to find happiness and satisfaction in the days of which you are here. An argument could be made that art is what makes me happy, but on an even more fundamental level, what I truly enjoyed was the potential that each art piece came with. Was this drawing going to be the one that finally went viral? Could this particular song turn out to be my legacy? Was this book destined to be a bestseller? Whether they did or not wasn’t the primary importance. What was important is that it was like playing the lotto, and each and every day, no matter how unlikely, I opened up the gate of possibility and met the Universe halfway. Regardless of eventual outcomes, it was so much fun to imagine the happy ending, and that was when I clicked back into place. Why was I even trying to get rid of my narcissism? Maybe I was living in a fantasy world, true, but it was my fantasy world, and I loved every fucking second of it. Furthermore, if I didn’t believe that I had some future possibility of becoming recognised for my creations, no matter how unrealistic that may seem, then life truly was an empty place void of any reason to be here. So the choices were that I simply had to end it all, or I needed to retreat back into my world where I am fucking awesome and godlike and everyone else is stupid because they just don’t get me yet. Is it real? I have no choice but to believe that one day it could be. But does it make me happy? In some unhealthy way, yes, it does. Hence why surrendering to my self-admiration seems like the very best solution. Alright. Here I go again, covering my eyes with narcissistic hands, shoving my ears full of cotton wool soaked in compliments, nananana, I'm the best, I can't hear you. Except, this time, there is one vital difference... I am going to push it harder. I am going to try and become even more of an egomaniac.

My plan is to change tracks like a train, shifting from the vulnerable narcissist I have established myself to be, and aiming towards the grandiose narcissist we discussed in the first paragraph. How hard could it be? The leap can’t be too drastic if they’re both touching shoulders beneath the same narcissism umbrella, right? And the key in doing so, I imagine, is to learn how to validate myself, outside approval no longer needed. I read a few articles about how to achieve such a feat, and it looks like it can be done with a careful mix of focusing on short-to-mid term goals (granting a steady stream of personal accomplishments coming in), being brutally honest to a fault, welcoming conflict as a chance to grow, saying “no” as often as possible, never saying “sorry” ever again, and essentially not giving a fuck about anything. I also believe that this can be achieved with an element of humour, ensuring that my own self-love can at least offer the benefit of entertainment to others. Furthermore, it is my full intention to, at very least, feign a sense of interest in other people's lives, refusing to use my self-appointed self-importance as an excuse to be an asshole. I think it can be done! I THINK I CAN DO ANYTHING! I VALIDATE THIS MESSAGE WITHOUT YOU! Please bear with me as I calculate how to do this, I really do feel like it will work out better in the long run. Anyway, so that's my news, how about you?


Friday, 31 August 2018

Good Mood Food: A 24-Hour Meal Program to Eat Your Way Out of Depression

Good Mood Food: A Daily Meal Program to Eat Your Way Out of Depression

Hey, are you depressed all the time? Then welcome to 2018, asshole! Get in line, lol!

So I started to think about antidepressants recently. I don't take them or anything, I was just thinking about them. And what I thought was, like, these medications are just introducing new chemicals into your brain to balance out old chemicals which keep your neurotransmitters in check while reducing any inflammation, right? Which, if you think about it, isn't exactly a mental issue per se. It's your brain as an organ not doing its job properly. It's physical stuff. So why would that happen? Why would such a thing persist? When we injure any other part of our body, it usually heals itself up. Why don't our brains do that? And even in those severe cases when certain body parts refuse to heal, it doesn't explain the prevalency. If everybody who suffers from depression also suffered from a busted ankle, the world would be walking very differently.

It sounds like something else is up here. It sounds like a deficiency to me. And when it comes to humans, the word "deficiency" usually means of a dietary nature. Or maybe I'm completely wrong. But even then, perhaps there was still a way to consume similar happy pill chemicals simply through the food we eat? Surely that's available. They do say God loves us, after all. I had to find out. Hello, I'd like to speak to God please.

I started to click on some articles. Then I started to click on even more articles. And the more articles I clicked, the more I clicked, you know? Until, eventually, I had hundreds of Chrome tabs open at once, all saying some variation of the exact same thing. "Yes, depression is often a result of inadequate dietary decisions, and yes, those happy chemicals can be found in your food". My Gosh, you can literally eat happiness!? I became obsessed with the idea and spent hours upon hours exploring what those mood-boosting essential happy juice chemicals were. Once I had that list, I scoured the internets for which foods had the highest content of each said chemical, and then I analysed which of those foods best fit into which meals of the day, splitting them out accordingly.

And then there it was.
And then here it is!
A meal plan which covers every single good mood food you need to pile upon your depression until it suffocates.
What an amazing thing I've done here.
I'm so proud of me.
And that's why I'm sharing it with you now.

Now I know what you're thinking. Your issues go way deeper than just some food-related shortage. Your brain is super special and you need your medication otherwise there is big trouble for everyone on the premises. Hey, man, maybe that's true. Maybe food won't solve all of your problems.

I also doubt that this will help those people who take loads of drugs or drink tons of alcohol or haven't gone for a jog in five years. Some problems need to be addressed elsewhere. And I understand.

But in every single case, no matter what the circumstances, your body will adore you for feeding it these powerful little gifts.
There is literally no downside to doing any of this.
Quite the opposite in fact.
So just do what I say.

Good Mood Food: A Daily Meal Program to Eat Your Way Out of Depression: Breakfast

BREAKFAST

Important notice: never skip breakfast! This is the initial fuel for your entire day, providing the supportive energy you require to hit the ground running, punching at your demons, swearing with big words. If you have spent countless mornings feeling unequipped to face the day, then this may have something to do with it.

Start by boiling a batch of oatmeal. I know it's not exciting, but this (cheap!) breakfast foundation is loaded with fiber, meaning that you will poop super nice, cleaning out your sludgy guts and removing that dead weight from your colon. Keep this up and you'll be floating away in no time.

Of course, oatmeal tastes like shit, so let's fix that problem.

Stir in a spoon of honey. This will not only sweeten up your cheeks but is also full of antioxidants, which are compounds proven to be "useful in stress-induced psychiatric disorders".

IT'S ALSO IMPORTANT TO NOTE THAT YOU MUST NEVER ADD SUGAR TO ANYTHING YOU EAT EVER AGAIN. Sugar is the literal worst and has been heavily linked to depression. What's more, sugar spikes you glucose, which shoots you high up into the clouds and then drops down, crashing face-first into the ground with even less energy than you had before. Furthermore, it's addictive, it can lead to obesity, it can lead to diabetes, and it might rot your teeth right out of your skull. ALWAYS REPLACE SUGAR WITH HONEY AT ALL TIMES.

Next, chop up a banana and throw that shit in there. Bananas contain an essential amino acid called tryptophan, which your body literally uses to produce the happy monoamine neurotransmitter called serotonin. Bananas will also top up your potassium levels (a lack of which has been suggested as a depression ally) while also stocking up your energy shelves. Plus they are very funny to look at! Hahaha!

Follow this fruit with more fruit, namely berries (such as blueberries or strawberries) as they too are loaded with antioxidant weaponry.

Now we're going to talk about nuts. I'm going to talk about nuts throughout this entire article. I'm going to tell you to add nuts to everything, and breakfast is no exception. Pick either almonds, cashews, peanuts, or Brazil nuts, it doesn't matter, because all of these little dudes are full of magnesium, which is a chemical proven without a doubt to fight off the depression monster (even if no one is quite sure why). Sprinkle that shit right in there, go crazy, yum yum!

Your bowl is probably quite full by now, but one of the most important additions to top it all off is Greek yogurt. This is a biggie because studies have shown that our gastrointestinal flora and the central nervous system are good mates, a partnership otherwise known as the gut-brain axis. It is now scientifically accepted that good tummy bacteria is directly related to a good mood, so don't be afraid and load that stuff on. Always opt for full-fat too, as this beast boasts more calcium and protein than it's weakling low-fat cousin. It's fine. It's morning. You'll burn those calories off.

I also enjoy throwing a splash of almond milk in there for a lactose-free low-calorie highly moral source of cold flavour, and then that's it! One order of super good mood food on your table, and it tastes like fucking dessert!

Finally, may I suggest swallowing a multivitamin after this meal? This is just to ensure that you don't miss anything important. I treasure my daily Centrum Advance intake as it includes "25 key nutrients including all 13 essential vitamins". Can't really go wrong with numbers like that, I think.

Good Mood Food: A Daily Meal Program to Eat Your Way Out of Depression: Coffee?

COFFEE?

There are longstanding debates on whether coffee should be advocated during spurts of mental upset or not. My stance is that it's case dependent, and I'm sure you've already developed your own position on the matter.

If you're drinking more than 3 - 4 cups a day, you've seriously got to pull that reindeer back in. However, if you're somewhere around that ballpark (or preferably a bit less) then coffee could be doing you some actual good. The caffeine kick can send a powerful surge through the center of your soul, helping you to tackle your responsibilities with superhuman strength and speed. Coffee is also famous for prodding your digestive system until it's as excited as a washing machine, spinning all the gunk out of there, one time, gone. And finally, there was even this study which indicated that coffee can reduce suicide in women.

On the complete flip side of all of this, however, is when the caffeine stimulant blasts your anxiety straight out into the stratosphere and sends your panicked face smashing through a brick wall. If this has ever happened to you, then obviously don't drink the coffee.

Anyways, regardless of your coffee allegiance, it is still a good idea to consume a cup of tea every now and again, as they work differently. A more soothing, relaxing effect, some might say. Green tea is a good example of this, especially because it comes with those antioxidants I won't shut up about. Chamomile also comes highly-praised as a sleeping aid, and you know what they say! A happier sleep means a happier life! I say that. Ok, just remember NO ADDED SUGAR, HONEY! Just add honey, sugar!

Good Mood Food: A Daily Meal Program to Eat Your Way Out of Depression: Snacking

SNACKING

When a slight hunger pang or the clock of boredom comes knocking, it's easy to fail and reach for the nearest toxic junk you can find. Be better than that. Throw those evil bastards in the trash right now. Instead, fill your immediate surroundings with healthier options, many of which we have already covered.

Eat some nuts! Almonds are the best! They have magensium! Walnuts are also a good source of omega-3 fatty acids, which is another substance that medical professionals have had some depression discussions about. Along with walnuts, pecan nuts are also a decent choice because they have some of those fancy antioxidants too.

Speaking of antioxidants, bring back some of those berries from breakfast and pretend you're in a forest when you eat them.

Speaking of fruits, shove an orange into your mouth (or any citrusy alternative really) for some super cool folic acid. This is important, as a folic acid deficiency has been shown to fuel depression, and that is the opposite of what we want, if you remember.

My last secret weapon here is mushrooms. Seriously, I eat raw fistfuls of these dudes like they're Oreos except without a single shred of guilt. I have a lot of good things to say about my mushroom habit, but in the context of this blog, what needs to be noted is their vitamin D content. This is the same vitamin you get from sunshine, and you know how happy the sun makes you! So much so that there is actually a condition brilliantly known as SAD (seasonal affective disorder) used as a diagnosis for how miserable people get without our designated star cooking their faces. So imagine that awesomeness, except without the skin cancer risk, and that's pretty much mushrooms for you.

Finally, it goes without saying that the most essential part of any diet is water. You are made of majority water. Your brain is basically a plant, and if it's not hydrated, you are going to fuck out in every single direction imaginable to man, including depression. You will die so fast without water, so drink it continuously. I can't even explain to you how much water I drink. It's the sole reason why I look so fucking beautiful all the time.

Good Mood Food: A Daily Meal Program to Eat Your Way Out of Depression: Lunch

LUNCH

For lunch today we are going to start with a whole wheat wrap for two reasons. The first reason is that it's got that lovely fiber property again, which means that you will shit good. And the second reason is that it's called a wrap by name but also by function. It's going to hold everything else together for us, nice and neat. Thanks, buddy.

What I recommend doing next is to boil an egg, because this will save time while you sort everything else out. The protein in eggs is fucking loaded with that tryptophan we discussed earlier with the bananas (reminder: tryptophan is literally what develops into serotonin), except there is even way more of this in eggs, so yeah. And the yolk? Fucktons of vitamin D in there! Which, as you may remember, is the sunshine vitamin. This is an extra fun fact because egg yolk legit looks like a little sunshine! Awww! Sorry vegans, but eggs rule. It's literally the only reason why I'm not a vegan yet.

Actually, while we're on the moral vegan note, it must be said that happy free-range chickens produce happier (richer vitamin D) eggs, which, in turn, makes you happier, proven text. So don't skimp. Buy the nice ones.

Ok, so while your egg(s) are hardening up, we're going to start introducing some cool stuff into your wrap. Spread a splat of avocado as your base, marveling at its many empowering brain fat qualities (including more of that yummy magnesium). Add some Greek Yogurt again to create a paste with that healthy bacteria army included. Might as well bring back in those mushrooms too for a bonus vitamin D kick, I love mushrooms! This would also be a fantastic moment to lay down some leafy greens (spinach and kale are my jam, although you can never go wrong with anything named rocket, anything at all) as these friendly faces are like a folic acid dream team, just like those citrusy snacky wacks from earlier on.

Now pause. I'd like to sit back here and take some time to fully appreciate the glory and the power of the mighty tomato. Because when I learned what I'm about to tell you, it FUCKING BLEW MY MIND. You see, there is this antioxidant called lycopene and, omfg, it could literally be the source of all your problems. This is because many depression cases have been directly linked to brain inflammation, and as an anti-inflammatory substance, lycopene is a literal godsend. And I do mean "literal", it's pure natural happiness sent by God himself. If you don't believe me, check out this study which proves that a tomato-rich diet alone has been reducing depressive symptoms in people all over the show (by around 52%!). Why doesn't everyone know this? Honestly, we should all be eating tomatoes with every single meal. Go eat a tomato right now.

But what if you hate tomatoes? Well, then you could always snack on some guava or watermelon for a lycopene fix, but nothing compares, nothing compares to you (tomatoes).

Ok, back to your wrap! Those eggs look about done. Cut them up, put them on, and then we're nearly finished this masterpiece. Add some beans for additional fiber. Consider black beans for magnesium. Oh, wait, magnesium? Good point, let's pour some almonds in there again just to be safe.

You want another quick secret weapon? Pumpkin seeds. Just like our eggs, pumpkin seeds have tryptophan, except they are fucking exploding with it. I've read articles which refer to pumpkin seeds as "mini-doses of natural Prozac" so load 'em up! Shove them in your cheek pouches for the winter! They're also really fun to eat, I enjoy their role in my life. Other seeds worth including are hemp seeds, chia seeds, and flaxseeds for their omega 3 content.

And that's it! The wrap is done! Wrap it up and make a shape! Eat it! Love it! Pray to it.

However, for those wild at heart, you could take on the final boss of this tale, otherwise known as the chili pepper. These fruits are a great source of vitamin C, and there have been some convincing studies which link a C deficiency with depression-like symptoms. Of course, there are plenty of other sources of vitamin C out there (including the aforementioned kale and the ever-popular oranges) but chili peppers have one special additional bonus: they burn! Try being depressed when your mouth is on fire, it's impossible. You're too distracted.

Good Mood Food: A Daily Meal Program to Eat Your Way Out of Depression: Dinner

DINNER

For dinner, I like to keep things simple. Life can be so complicated sometimes. If we can minimise the outside world via our dinner avenue, than I say more power to us.

I start by boiling some brown rice because it's good for digestion, keeping Mr Tum Tum and Mr Bum Bum on speaking terms. It's also very filling.

To save washing up time, I place a colander full of frozen vegetables above the boiling rice water to steam them. Now, I know many people who say many things about steaming frozen vegetables, so let me destroy everything right now with the following two facts: frozen vegetables have been proven to match or even surpass the vitamin content of their fresh counterparts, while steaming has been proven to retain the most nutrients above all other cooking methods. So, basically, fuck you. I know what I'm doing.

Speaking of frozen vegetables, I tend to favour broccoli above all the others, as it's both a wicked source of vitamin C and folic acid, of which we've already discussed earlier. Brussels sprouts are also incredible if you're looking to increase your omega 3 intake.

As for the main portion, there are a few options but may I recommend that you stay away from meat and look for more plant-based alternatives. Part of this is the vegetarian in me attempting to coerce you into the cult. But the other part is where meats are shown to severely disrupt the mood, not to mention that all meat (except fish) is worryingly low on magnesium.

Some suggestions for you include bean burgers for fiber and magnesium, mushroom burgers for vitamin D, tofu for magnesium, or just a simple tomato soup for that warm lycopene hug from the inside.

You may also enjoy a side salad with all of this, which can basically be the same as lunch without the wrap. And for the love of God, don't forget the almonds.

Finally, everyone has a vice, and I admit that mine is onion gravy. I don't need to read the label to tell you that this shit is probably loaded with sodium and other such negative influences, but it does make everything uber tasty, so whatever, mom! If nothing else, it's my way of saying "Hey, I love you" to myself. Depressed people need to hear that sometimes.

Good Mood Food: A Daily Meal Program to Eat Your Way Out of Depression: Dinner

DESSERT

What? You're still hungry? Well then, could I tempt you in some dark chocolate? The darker the better, as cocoa polyphenols have been shown to lift the mood while it's also a happy little treat for a brain who deserves it. Just don't eat too much or you'll go bouncing off the walls.

You could also go over this list to find other dessert-y type examples from before (espeically during the breakfast section), such as: Greek yogurt (never ice cream!), bananas, strawberries, almonds, guava, watermelon etc. Drink some chamomile tea and eat some pumpkin seeds to let your sleepy meatonin take control, then go to bed. Start again tomorrow. Goodnight, I love you.


Wednesday, 11 April 2018

10 Lesser-Known Side Effects of Quitting Smoking

10 Lesser-Known Side Effects of Quitting Smoking

In my six months of ghostwriting assorted health-related articles around the web (over 90 to date), there has only ever been one submission which was flat-out rejected. There was no "would you mind writing this in a different voice?" or "could you please include more references?". Rather, it was a simple "we can't use this, Jared".

Admittedly, I kinda knew this was going to happen on some deeper stomach level. Perhaps I was testing the bathwater, seeing how hot I could run it, and trying to find the boundaries of professionalism. I found some! And maybe that's a good thing. God knows what I would be writing now if they had decided to use this fucking piece, or maybe God doesn't even know, and never will. Rather, what happened was a fat slap with a big red STOP sign, complete with an added footnote which highlighted how my article may scare people into smoking more, and from any ethical health standpoint, that was not something to proudly make money out of.

I completely understood. This was a reasonable response. Yet I was still offended. You see, having recently quit smoking myself, I felt betrayed by the common modern-day text on the matter, forever clicking their fingers in the sky, pointing towards the endless array of physical benefits one might find by spitting out these cancerous sticks of joy. But their hands hid the truth behind their backs. The truth! Which was, simply put, that quitting smoking sucks, and in ways far beyond those nagging nicotine cravings. Hence why I wrote this article! It had become my primary mission to inform other people of what I had discovered! An admirable quest with only one fatal flaw: I was trying to get paid for it.

On that note, here it is, spreading awareness from the smallest platform I have at my disposal. Educate yourself, prepare yourself for battle, and good luck. Here are 10 lesser-known side effects of quitting smoking, written in American.

1. You May Get the Flu
Officially dubbed “smoker’s flu”, you might develop a tight chest, sore throat, and a nasty cough, even worse than when you were smoking. This is a good thing though, as the tar covering the cilia (those tiny hairs in your lungs) is breaking down and hacking up in the form of repulsively dark phlegm. Unfortunately, there is no easy way to deal with this, so just get plenty of rest and wait for it to leave in its own time.

2. You May Suffer From Terrible Headaches
While your inner serotonin chemistry attempts to adjust itself back to normality, you might experience a plethora of interesting reactions. One may feel dazed, fatigued, sleepy, unable to concentrate, or could even suffer from migraines. In these tough times, use painkillers as per their instructions, and ensure you don’t skip on any sleeping hours.

3. Your Emotions Will Scream
Make no mistake: your cravings will call out from their empty pit of despair, begging for a cigarette, which can result in a very volatile emotional state. You may lose your temper in one breath, and want to cry in the next, but do not fear. Simply ask your loved ones for some understanding, and keep in mind that the first few days are always the most intense.

4. You May Struggle to Sleep
For the first week or so, it might be difficult to fall asleep. You may also wake up more often during the night, and experience the common recurring nightmare where you accidentally smoke a cigarette. The good news is that (once you settle back into it), you will ultimately sleep much better than you did as a smoker, and a healthy sleep equals a healthier life. Until then, experiment with different sleeping products until you find something which works best for you.

5. You May Become Constipated
Nicotine triggers bowel movement, and because of this, cigarettes do help smokers stay regular. When you suddenly remove this factor from your system, your digestive organs need time to adapt, which could result in abdominal pains and constipation. Fight this with warm teas, fruit, and exercise, or talk to a professional about medicinal options.

6. You May Gain Weight
After years of habitually raising your hand to your mouth to get a smoke-flavor fix, your mind has been trained well, which is why so many individuals swap one addiction for another, turning to food in hopes that this will fill the bottomless pit in their chest (it won’t). Use this compulsion to your advantage, by trading chips for carrots and soda for water.

7. Nicotine Replacements Might Not Work
Unfortunately, researchers at the Harvard School of Public Health reported that gum and patches don’t help ex-smokers in the long run. That said, the removal of your routine cigarette ritual may be useful for some, but just remember that you are still ultimately feeding into the nicotine addiction itself.

8. You Will Have More Time (for Better or Worse)
Without all those smoke breaks and moments wasted as your mind fantasizes about your next puff, you will be surprised at how much free space your schedule suddenly has. This may sound great on paper, but during your initial days of cravings, this additional time could become your most annoying enemy. The trick? Distract yourself!

9. Your Senses Will Return
You should find that your senses of taste and smell come back to you rather rapidly. Once this happens, many of your favorite foods may suddenly become too sweet or too salty. Furthermore, when in the presence of another smoker, you will realize how badly you used to stink, which should at least encourage you to stick to your path of liberation.

10. You Will Get Your Life Back
Most importantly of all, once you get over the initial hump, every aspect of your life will improve dramatically. Your health will return, your sex drive will return, you will look better, you will smell better, you will have more money, you will have more energy, and you will no longer be forced to endure cravings through painful meetings or stand in the rain just to get your fix. Simply put: once you kick this demon, you will feel like an idiot that it took you so long to do so.


Wednesday, 30 August 2017

How To Save Money in 10 Easy Steps

The Adventurer's Guidebook

How To Save Money in 10 Easy Steps

Once upon a time, long long ago (a few years), I was just like you. A peasant! No offence. It seemed to me that whenever the gods blessed my bank account with money, it was always in a nick of time, pennies to my name, beans for breakfast, picking change up off the floor. Truth be told, money was not the enjoyable trading asset it was designed to be, but rather made my stomach feel like a pot bubbling with stressful mud. I never had enough and was always ridden with guilt when I spent it, and slowly my monthly value weighed me down like stones tied to my ankles. I realised I was drowning and knew at that point, there had to be a better way.

And that is where my personal adventure began. I was aware that "money" had become a very popular topic in the town, and by this logic, I concluded that there must be people with the same troubles as mine. And one thing I do know with all certainty, is that where there is mass trouble, there is always some sneaky hustler ready to exploit said trouble for their own financial gain. And I was right. It didn’t take more than a few clicks on the internet machine to discover an extensive underground community of people dying to stretch their paychecks further, with an abundance of knowledge in all formats readily available, far too much for any one man to digest in a lifetime. But I was hungry, and I gave it a go, devouring the freely available blog posts as well as purchasing various books (I Will Teach You To Be Rich by Ramit Sethi standing as the most useful one, by the way) and I am proud to announce to you the following: I am still rubbish with money.

However, that is not the point! The point is that I have reached new levels of consciousness and I now know exactly what I am doing, sort of. The turmoil I used to experience has been cured like placing the ointment of knowledge onto my crusty skin. Every month is no longer a desperately wary crawl towards the next lump of income, but rather, a game, one where I distribute my resources intelligently and laugh at those who are broke all the time, ha ha ha. Which is why I felt like I was in a worthy position to write this blog. The best position, some might say. Because I am not a money wizard like those others who mumble fancy jargon and conduct lengthy abbreviations as if casting spells in reverse Latin. No! I am but a simpleton, and simpletons speak the language of simpletons, which is probably your language. I read some stuff. I tried some stuff. I noticed what stuff stuck and worked for me. And if these simple techniques worked for me, they can work for you, no problem.

My only concern is how much of this article will suffer due to my objective of making something timeless and globally relevant. This held me back from going higher grade and revealing what hot deals are available to you right now, because once this script is released to the world, I doubt I will ever be assed to update it again. On the plus side, however, this means that these tips and tricks should remain somewhat relevant even 10 years from now, and that’s pretty cool, I guess. As for anyone undertaking the mission outside of the United Kingdom, do not fear! Simply ignore the mighty pound sign and replace it with your own currency’s symbol. No one will get hurt.

Furthermore, this article was written with monthly paydays in mind. Do not let this bother you either, as even if this does not apply to your income patterns, you will still find many words of value on offer and enjoy the awesome read you have before you. Believe me, it’s amazing, I would know, I wrote it.

Finally, I understand money can be a boring or even petrifying topic. Which is why I do not want you to treat this as a finance text book. This is not an investment guide about stocks or bonds or mortgages, nor is it a system which promises to double your money in 30 days. What it is, is an adventurer’s toolbox, filled with magic tricks and shiny weaponry which will train you up on how to fight the scary money beasts that come in many forms, and expand your pouches without having to earn any more dough than you already are. With enough courage and valour, you too can become a warrior sorcerer just like me, and one day, you will hopefully accept me as your king. But that’s a different story.

All Step images created with this Magic The Gathering card generator, thanks!


Step #1: Escape the Debt Quicksand First and Foremost, or You Shall Never Play the Game

This imperative first step of your mission may be (for some) slightly tedious or even obvious, but just in case you haven’t yet mapped your strategy, allow me to spell this out to you in no uncertain terms: if you’re in debt, whether it be a loan or a credit card or both or many of, do not even fuck with saving money. You need to get out of the quicksand which is filling your pockets with dirt and cleaning them out, and you need to do so immediately.

If you’re not entirely convinced, you are stupid, but for the sake of argument, remove your calculators from your potion belt and let’s ponder over some simple maths. Say you carry a mere £500 dent on your credit card with a standard UK average APR of 18.9%, and you are currently stabbing at it with the minimum monthly payments of around 3%. This would mean that by the time you’ve finally escaped the debt pit, you would have paid an excess of £189, a burden which would have also cast a shadow over your head for four years (which isn't even considering whether or not you were silly enough to get a loan with annual fees, yeech). We are looking at a decent chunk of coins for a very moderate story, all of which you could be putting away to work towards the thing you love the most. This cash and so much more can all be yours by simply striking your card as hard and as fast as possible.

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Work out your own specific scenario by using Money Super Market’s nifty little calculator tool here.

Naturally, not everyone's quicksand is going to be of the same depth, and there will always be those rare examples when the urgency to crawl away from this pesky obstacle won’t apply. Perhaps you are still knee deep in a student loan with 0% interest rate, in which case, it isn't of the same critical mass of bleeding cash, but nevertheless, it's still worthwhile to regularly hack bits from it for your own peace of mind. Even less likely, is that you have somehow acquired such a low credit card APR rate and/or high interest rate savings account, that the interest lost vs. interest gained still works in your favour if you are saving money at the same time. Nicely played, if so! However, even if this is your situation, you are still not fully reaping the benefits of your mighty savings account, as every penny lost in the debt abyss could rather be multiplying over there instead. Use your calculations wisely, and no matter who tells you anything, always listen to me: keep this sacred step as your foremost priority regardless of the path you come from.

For the most part, however, we are all normal people with normal accounts, which makes this debt cavity a much more dangerous cancerous growth. Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Damnit Jared, if it was that simple to pay off my debts, I would have done it already! But my credit cards/loans are really big and scary so I think I’ll just ignore them until they goes away”. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work like that because people want what they are owed and nobody cares about you. Except for me. I am the only one you can truly trust. I’m here to help, so listen.

An obvious (and highly recommended) solution would be for you to google different ways to get out of debt, because my advice is a one-size-fits-all type of deal, and there might be a slight variation somewhere better tailored to your body type. However, one thing I can urge you to do that so many adventurers overlook, is to pick up your phone-device and call your credit card provider, as the difference this can make is what fairy tales are made from. Tell them that you’ve decided you want to pay off your owings as fast as possible and you would love for them to lower the APR (monthly interest/annual percentage rate) for you. If you’ve been paying on time (read: always pay on time, or your worth will be penalised beyond recognition and your credit rating will weep blood) and are a longer-term customer, use these facts as mini-spells to work in your favour, hopefully wooing them into submission. Tell them about other cards you’ve seen with lower APRs (do some research, better if you can name them by name) and gently threaten them with these findings if needs be. This whole performance is not guaranteed to work every time, granted, but it does work some of the time, and you have absolutely nothing to lose.

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The first time I called up my credit card company and asked them to do this, they lowered my 31.9% APR down to 23.9% in a few minutes. Literally one phone call, people. One phone call.

Another (slightly more courageous/foolish) plan, is to locate a card specifically designed to transfer your debt onto. These are called Balance Transfer cards, and often have a muuuuch lower (or even sometimes, non-existent) APR rate, which bandages up the wound that weeps excess cash whilst you tackle the problem in a more secure corner. Another option could even be getting another loan elsewhere to pay it off, but either way, idea remains the same: you find someone/something willing to give you a load of money to pay off the big debt monster (always tackling your biggest debt first, of course), and as long as the helpful borrower has a lower interest rate, you will save money in the long run. But be oh-so-fucking-careful with this! Some cards do come with a transaction fee, and even worse, your previous credit card may have a penalty system in place for doing so, which is why you should always always read the fine print, or at very least google it. It’s a somewhat dangerous game, rife with complex terminology and secret greedy hands that are trained to snag you along the way, so be 100% sure of what you’re signing or the bad men and women will get you. They always do. It's their job. Their sole purpose in life.

However, if all else fails, you could just do it the old fashion way: pay off your debts, bit by bit, as often as possible. And that’s where the rest of this article comes in. I will provide you with many techniques and examples which serve to collect up slivers of money which you can shove into your debt’s face until you suffocate it to death. And what’s more, you will learn how to play the credit game in a much smarter way to safeguard you from this ever happening again. But for now, what I suggest you do, is to get out your trusty pen and paper, read the rest of this blog, and make note of every single cent you save over the next month or so. You want to know how much of these savings you should be putting towards your debt? All of it. No questions. No excuses. Because once you’ve liberated yourself from this evil quicksand, that’s when the real fun begins.

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After you’ve destroyed your credit card issues, call your provider and cancel them. Don’t just cut your cards up like they do in the movies. An empty card with no activity can negatively affect your credit score, and there is no reason for that.

On a final and related note: you should seriously consider cancelling your overdraft right away, especially if you find this is your natural place of habitat. You are living in it for one reason: it’s there. If you tell people that "it's for emergencies", then why do you have an emergency every month? Are you ok? Yes, certainly there will be a period of hell following as your finances balance themselves out and you have to learn to live within your means again, but once it all stabilises, only then can you start abiding by one of the most important rules of having money: don’t spend cash that isn’t yours.

We will be taking a much more advanced look at all of this in Step #9, but for now, you are simply not ready. Baby progress, let's move on to this now:


Step #2: Everything You Spend Should Be Traceable

So now that you are well wise about the dangers of debt, we can actually begin today’s lesson. Welcome to the true heart of my system, you’re going to hate it.

What you want to do, from now until the rest of your life, is keeping track of every single bit of money you spend. I know, I know, this sounds like a total exhausting mission, right? Well, I have news for you: it may very well be a total exhausting mission, but a worthy mission of the highest calibre, potentially the seed of most potent growth, wrestling back control over the personal inventory you once had. Here, take my hand, and I will guide you through how I approached this step, and maybe you’ll find something here that will work for you too. We’ll take it slow. Let’s tackle the first month together.

What you are going to need, is a place to document all your spendings. A pen and paper might be your preferred technique, and that’s fine, especially if you’re a granny. But in this modern day and age of wonderment and smartyphones, you might want to download an app to make your life a little easier and more portable. Go ahead and google “finance manager apps” or “expense tracker apps”, because I never did. I simply settled for the first one I found, which was called Toshl. I still use this app regularly because it’s simple, it’s free, and it did exactly what it said on the tin. And what the tin said, was this: when you purchase absolutely anything, you punch the total amount into Toshl, give it a tag to remember it by, and then submit it, providing the app with everything it needs to neatly save a little database of your spending habits to mock you with later. If taking out your phone every time you go to the bar feels a little embarrassing to you, another quicker method would be to always ask for the receipt. Place said receipt into a pocket you’ve reserved for receipts, and then once a day or so, transfer those numbers from the paper ink into the world of digital Toshl. What’s important here is that you should recycle your receipts, because you want to be a better person. But what’s also important here is that you do not, I repeat, do not, skip the recording of any expenditures, no matter how small. Otherwise, this won’t work, buddy!

Once your first month is up, Toshl (or whatever app you decided to go with, as long as it includes this feature) should provide you with a nice little pie chart clearly illustrating what the biggest black holes in your wallet may be. For example, my top five worst troubles were: Bills; Drinking; Party Tickets; Food; and... (drumroll please)... the all informative label titled Misc. I have no doubt in my mind that Bills will be on your list too, so we will be addressing that hurdle separately in Step #5, ignore that one for now. Rather, you are left with your own personalised selection of four monsters which you are going to have to learn to fight waaay better. Maybe they are the same as my monsters. Maybe they are not. It doesn't matter, as all monsters can be fought and weakened in much the same manner.

The next step of our program is entirely dependent on you knowing who these enemies are, so please do ensure you have some idea of what I just told you to do, or at least pretend.


Step #3: Chopping Flesh off of Your Scariest Monsters

You have now acknowledged the four biggest monsters which are attacking your bank account. You know your enemy. And this can very well be your greatest asset to winning the war.

Obviously your top four money suckers are there for a reason, you’ve probably even grown somewhat fond of them and probably don’t want to (or cannot) completely get rid of their presence. This is fine! But we can hack them up so viciously that they lose an arm and a leg, rendering their efforts of crippling your financial bricks much harder on their part. Draw your sword, let’s get medieval.

The plan of attack may be a word you fear, or a word you already subscribe to, but your emotional human reaction is irrelevant. The simple truth of the matter, is that every single money saving guide ever written throughout history will tell valuable tales of this defence. Bitch, you gotta budget.

Luckily, we have grown so much as a society that those images of your mommy scribbling in an accounts book are no longer relevant to our funky new age options. There are so many modern platforms promising to help us live within our goals, and I’m sure it won’t take long for you to find one perfectly suited to your needs. That said, I am personally recommending Goodbudget, partially because it’s free, partially because it works on your phone, and partially because they have this cute little envelope mascot who I have developed feelings for.

Download this or that or whatever, and set up your envelopes. What are envelopes, you ask? These are the sections of your life which are in the most dire need of budgeting, and thanks to Step #2, we already know who they are. Your four big monsters. Your true adversaries. Stick each of their names on a different envelope, and then calculate what you should be spending on them over the course of the next month. Once again, if you followed the previous step correctly, you should already know the amount of money each monster swallowed the month before, which brings us onto a system I have developed all on my own. You won’t find this anywhere else in the world, so appreciate that I am actually losing time and money by giving this away for free so that you can save time and money.

The trick here is to set each separate envelope budget to the same amount you spent on their corresponding monster the month before, except subtracting £10 from each. Now it’s as simple as taking note in this app of every penny you spend within those categories, and keeping a diligent eye for when your phone warns you that you are headed to bust one of these limits. With a tiny bit of caution, you should hit your next payday within your budget rather easily, because, let’s be fair, spending only £10 less than the month before on food or clothes or travel or whatever, is not a lot to ask. And there you go. You will have saved £40 extra in one month with such a minute adjustment that you didn’t even notice the difference.

But you don’t stop there. The next month? Subtract £10 more. The next? Subtract £10 more. The next? Yeah? Do you get what I’m doing here? I’m not asking you to suddenly change your lifestyle or run head first into your monsters with guns blazing. I’m asking you to make slow, gradual alterations to your spending, from month to month, so you can reap in massive benefits without even being aware of any behavioural changes. And the benefits are fucking massive. How massive? Glad I asked.

Let’s look at it this way: if you keep up this £10 a month deduction process for a mere four months, based on your initial spending habits, you would have saved £10 (first month), then £20 (second month), then £30 (third month), then £40 (fourth month). That’s £100. Multiple that by four (for each of the monsters), and that’s £400 extra saved in four months. £600 in five. £840 in six. Depends how low you can go, really.

As before, the only slight annoyance is that you will have to continue keeping track of everything you spend for the rest of your life. For some, this may seems like an exhausting exercise, but it doesn’t have to be, especially once it becomes a habit. As soon as you buy something, quickly plug it into your Toshl app or shove a receipt into your reciept pocket, and deal with it later. Once every few days or so, spend 10 minutes getting your budget planner app up to date, recognising which monsters are becoming dangerous (or which ones you can spend more on if you like!) and then living freely without the weight of money worries on your adorable brain.

Inevitably, however, there will come a month when you simply cannot duck under an envelope's budget. You’ve hacked the monster to the bare minimum and you can’t seem to slim it down any further. This happened to me, and will happen to anyone, when the bar has simply been pushed too low for your preferred lifestyle. But if you’re 100% honest with yourself and you feel proud of how much you’ve managed to chop off anyway, perhaps you can accept that you've hit your cement point and are ready to chill. Consider not lowering the budget anymore. This is your fixed budget from now on. Stick to it.

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Story time.
This practice can also be altered if you suddenly have a larger expense charging on the horizon, like a holiday or a festival or repairs to your car. This happened to me not so long ago, when I was about to embark on a three week trip from France to Spain to Portugal. I essentially work to travel, so when it came to money, I did not want to even think about budgeting while I was on my holiday. So I devised a little plan...
For three months leading up to the excursion, I halved my alcohol budget. This meant I could still drink, but had to be way more selective about when and where. Furthermore, when I did buy a beer, it caused me great regret and grief, because I knew that was one less beer I could have in a much more exciting environment. Perhaps I am an alcoholic, and perhaps my motivation was alcohol, but the point of the story is... I failed every month. I always went over budget.
However, the looming limit did keep me in relative check, and by the end, I had a few extra hundred quid at my disposal, completely guilt free holiday cash to spend on whatever I wanted, and I had such a wonderful time. The beer did taste much better over there, actually.
Alcohol, drugs, take out, restaurants, taxis ... these are all things you could cut drastically out of your expenses, and would probably add up to a fuckload more money saved if your life is as disastrous as mine. I also do Dry January every year, and the alcohol cash I save from that is sickening.

There are a few other paths you could explore, depending on how deep into the forest you want to go. I went pretty deep and have a spreadsheet where I record every single cent I spend too. It’s a great pedantic reference point if I ever want to keep track on how much more I am spending on vinyls this month or how much I could have saved if I only quit smoking a year ago. Perhaps you consider this to be overkill, and then by all means, don't do it. But you should still consider keeping a brief monthly diary of your adventures, updating it every payday to evaluate what went well the month before, what didn’t go so well, and what goals you should strive towards going forward. It doesn't need to be exhaustively detailed and should even be a fun exercise, not only because its associated with the glorious feeling of payday tradition, but also because it will fill you with pride and only encourage you to improve your situation as it goes on. This is a game!

Above all else, I can promise you this: by simply keeping track of your finances, you enter a higher state of money awareness. An economic third eye, if you will. Everything you purchase will have to be cleared through a much stronger security system in your mind, because you will hesitate and consider whether your budget envelope can withstand the blow. Just by doing this alone, you will save money, guaranteed.

Finally, I want to bless you with another small move I utilise to keep me in check. Normally a week or so passed payday, I look at how much money is in my account, and then divide it by the number of days left until the next amount of money is coming in. The resulting number is exactly your daily allowance, and should hopefully scare you straight into touching your finances as little as possible. This can actually be very rewarding, because each day you don’t spend that designated money, you are kinda earning more cash, in a roundabout way. Think about it: if you have £20 left per day for 20 days, and you don't spend anything today, your daily allowance becomes £21.05 tomorrow, increasing as it gets the cut of what was left over, whilst being split over less days. This can become very exciting, because with a bit of care, the closer you come to payday, the number of days sharing the profit becomes so small that the excess handed over grows like mad. I’ve had (rare) months when I managed to get my daily allowance up to £30 a day with four days left. That means that if I don’t touch it, it becomes £40 a day with three days left like a fucking snowball of money. Recently I walked into my paycheck with £200 spare, bang, straight into the savings, didn't feel a thing.


Step #4: Chopping Flesh off of the Bill Monster

Without a doubt, the biggest common enemy we all have to face is the Bill Monster. He is a central figure in all of our bank account’s list of antagonists, mouth gaping wide and inhaling cash like he deserves it or something. His infamy is so far reaching that most of his victims simply accept his presence as a part of life, like some immovable force we have no control over. But that is a weak attitude, and you need to be a better fighter than that.

As like before, the best way to defeat your enemy is to pick apart the elements that make it whole. Calculate how much you’re spending on each individual bill, divide, and then conquer. One of the best ways to do this, is to actually get the monster to fight itself until it knocks the shit out of its own face and you come out slightly more victorious. And this is how you do that:

Pick a bill, any bill (gas, electric, phone, internet, contact lenses, whatever) and then shop around for another company offering the same service, except at a better rate or at least with some fancy introductory offer included. Then call up your current provider and tell them what you’ve been thinking about. If they value you as a customer, they will try beat this offer or at least try and gift you some other fancy thing you may like. If they don’t value you as a customer, then why even waste your strength? If you want to be the best warrior you can be, you need to sever all loyalty and go with the more beneficial option, because trust me, in one way or another, everyone is ripping you off. That’s how they make their money.

If you’re anything like me, this concept may fill you with fear, as I loathe the telephone, but if any financial book has taught me anything, it’s that by simply making a call, you’ve just gone forward with a move that 99% of people won’t do, which puts you in a much higher league of soldiers—a league which is so rare, in fact, that these companies actually have it in their budget to deal with you, paying you off to go away. And just like before, if you only manage to cut off £10 from four different bills, that’s potentially £480 a year from just four phone calls. And I reckon you could do a fuckload better than that.

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Keep a spreadsheet (or whatever) where you document every call you make to these types. Note the the date, the time, the company, and the representative's name who you spoke to, as well as whatever the call was concerning and the general outcome. This can be useful if you ever need to call again about a related issue, because as soon as you start name-dropping with an associated time/date, they will be very quick to realise they are not dealing with an average customer. They will sit up straight and pay attention very quickly.

There are other ways too, best illustrated by examples:

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When I, for the millionth time, joined up to a gym, I had very little faith in myself that I was actually going to use it (based on my past success rate). Which is why, with this torch of reluctance, I signed up for a 3 month rolling contact rather than anything more permanent, which cost me £76pm. Too much!
After a few months rolled on by, I realised I was surprisingly committed to the gym now, and so I phoned them up and asked if I could sign a new contract, this time for a whole year. Naturally, they were more than happy to have a confirmed paying customer for that guaranteed length of time, and my monthly bill got knocked down to £67. That’s £9 saving a month, £108 savings a year. Pretty decent for one phone call.
I then discovered that my job at the time offered a voucher (more on this later, see Step #8) which allowed employees to knock a further few % off of their gym memberships. I excitedly told my colleagues about it, and they confessed they had no idea this even existed. Anyway, a quick email sent to my gym, they applied the voucher, and my monthly bill got knocked down a bit again, now standing at £60. That totalled to a £16 saving a month from the initial amount, £192 a year, from just a little bit of research, one phone call, and an email. Easiest money I’ve ever made. Maybe.

I have another story actually, one second.

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For a while back then, I was hosting four websites, which cost me something like £80 each a year = £320, just to have my amazing pages up and running. For an embarrassing amount of years, I just paid that without thinking about it, because they were my babies and I’d do anything for my babies.
To skip to the end, one day I eventually noticed that each one of these sites were hosted with an “unlimited amount of storage space”. Obviously, that’s a lie, but if we had to take them on their word, that would mean I had infinite webspace four times over, which is stupid, because as with anything in life, one infinity is enough. So I emailed up the company and asked if I could host all my accounts under one roof, and then just pay for the separate domain names instead. They seemed surprised I’d never asked to do this before, and happily set it up. So now I pay for all four sites for the price of one. Such a stupid oversight initially, and doesn't say much for my savviness, but the lesson is a good one: sit down, look at each bill, refuse to swallow any of them as “just the way it is”, and make a plan. In this example I am saving £240 a year for literally half an hour of effort.

Ok, but let’s be real for a second. You don’t have to tell anyone, just whisper the answer to yourself: Are you even using your gym membership at all? If not, cut that bill out completely. Or if your vanity fears that this action will be surrendering into a fat defeat, do a little calculation. How much does a day pass at your gym cost? Multiply that number by the amount of times you’ve been to the gym in the last three months, and then divide that total by three to get a fair monthly average. Is that number lower than what you’re paying for your contact? If so, there is some free money right there for you if you want it.

Maybe this specific scenario doesn’t apply to you because the gym sucks, but you can apply the logic to anything you like. Signed up for a porn website you hardly ever wank at? Subscribed to a magazine that has the same content online? Sports channel you watch once a month? Insurance for a phone that you’ve not busted for over 3 years? Slice those bastards off at the roots, and it your riches will add up substantially.


Step #5: Collecting Enough Coins to Obtain the Junk You Want

Up until this point, all the money coming your way from me (you're welcome) is a slightly lengthy automated system that requires patience for your stash to be rewarded. But what good does that do you in modern society, as a player who is undoubtedly craving instant gratification, salivating over the idea of having more stuff right this instant.

Well, maybe you should just chill out a bit, ok? By following steps 2 - 4 and keeping track of every coin you part with, you should develop a natural awareness and fear of spending anything, and that alone can become a very profitable bonus immediately. However, money is only the skeleton of true power, because why we actually want money, is to trade it for tangible things. Shiny things. Heavy things. Things that we hope will bring us some happiness, despite what Buddha tells us. And that's what Step #5 is all about: the best way to accumulate possessions during your adventure without making so many holes in your nest that your eggs fall out.

The trick here may not be any hushed secret whispered on the wind of oak trees, but it is a science that requires hefty elaboration in order to stitch together a proper protective blanket. Simply put, you need to look for deals. If you have your eyeballs fixated on something, don’t just click them buttons on Amazon in a feverish haste, because the chances are, you can find it cheaper somewhere else. Google the thing you want. Look at stores which specialise in the type of item you are hunting for. Even if you can shave £3 off of the shipping, that’s easily a free lunch right there. And who says no to a free lunch?

A good place to start is to research bargain sites and then locating one which homes the object of your desire, pausing to look left (ensure their price is lower than what Amazon is offering), and then right (ensuring that the provider is trustworthy according to unrelated sources), and then left again (ensuring there is no print so small that you need to increase your screen resolution just to read it). But an even better ally in this quest, would be the previously uttered magic words “introductory offers”. Perhaps a shop that stocks this object will offer you 20% off of your first purchase if you sign up to be a member. So do that, order the item, and then NEVER USE THEIR SERVICE AGAIN WITHOUT THE UTMOST CAUTION, because there might be some hidden clause that fucks you once the initial pampering has expired (a tiny bit more on this later in Step #9). Mark their emails as spam, and move onto the next item, the next shop, the next introductory offer, perpetually stealing money from those hardworking companies. It’s fine, they’d do it to you in a second. They probably already have.

However, this is still a war, and you can’t say warning without war, so please do pay heed: if you don’t play your hand with a strategic restraint, you may get burnt and lose a life. Looking for deals is fine if you already know what you want. But if you have a compulsive shopping disorder, there are traps everywhere designed just for you, throwing glitter into your eyes and charming you with colourful fonts until you are giving out your bank details to a complete stranger. Do not buy stuff for deals' sake. You might end up with a billion glowsticks for half the price, but you never wanted glow sticks in the first place, so where did you save money there exactly?

Another devious manoeuvre the enemy likes to play, is that of comparison sites. You may think you’re being smart by taking this initiative, and in some ways you are, but be very wary. Even comparison sites are businesses (key word) who make their money by telling you which competitor is offering the best deal. But where do they think they are getting their money from? Are they doing this out of the honour of their hearts? Or maybe, just maybe, is there some sneaky bribe taking place? Some underhanded payment which ensures their partners get to the top slot on their list every time? I believe so, which is why I trust these guys as much as I trust anyone. Which is not a lot at all.

Is any of this helping? If not, I have some other tasty goodies which may interest you, right this way.

Take a brutal look around your room. Do you really need all of this crap? What haven’t you used for a while? That old thing? Sell it! Sell it for such a low price that it’s a steal! Because even if you don’t get that much, what does it matter, you weren’t using it, and it’s just a gulp of extra fuel from a completely free resource. On that topic, do not be so up your own class that buying cheap knock-offs or second hand items is below you. If you find the thing you are looking for with an exceptionally reduced price, even it isn’t 100% what you want, you should go for it. Not only will you be saving money, but you will also be saving the environment from having to deal with more junk being birthed into it. Or an even better idea (if you are this way inclined): find something that could be quite different from what you want, or even the raw materials for it, and put it together yourself. It will take more time, and time is money, but with this approach you will have a one-of-a-kind-custom variation of something you barely paid for, not to mention an end result that you will have loads of pride associated with. Maybe your friends will see it. Maybe your friends will want it. Maybe you will start to sell them and become rich. If that happens, please buy me a beer.

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If you're planning on going holiday anytime soon, or even if a good friend is, it might be worth looking into how much the item of your eye costs over there. What happens next might surprise you.

Finally, here is a super gangster trick I heard over at Money Saving Expert, but please keep in mind that I have never tried it, so I do not exactly approve of it by experience. It sounds legit though, so it’s worth mentioning. You know how some shops guarantee that “if you can find a better price, we’ll beat it!”? Apparently, sometimes this promise works even after you have already bought the product, and you have about a month to claim the deal, to which they pay the difference. So here’s how you essentially commit fraud: come Xmas time, buy all of your presents from a shop that offers such a promise. Naturally, after New Years, almost everywhere in the world drops their prices as they clear non-purchased stock from the Xmas rush. Simply find another shop doing a clearance sale that sells an item you bought previously, and then bring that figure to the original shop who made you the “we’ll beat it” deal. In theory, free money, but I’d be a little bit careful with this as it might not work and you might go to Hell.

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This literally just happened! It's so good that I had to share!
A few days ago I ordered a Macbook from Currys, and it arrived impressively promptly, all in one piece, fully functional, shiny and new.
The only downside was that literally the next day, the Currys website lowered the same Macbook's price by £150! I couldn't believe it. What were the chances?
I started to toy with the idea of triggering my return policy, getting my money back, and then repurchasing the item for the discounted price (and I totally would have), but decided to first give them a call to get their opinion.
I spoke to a very lovely lady named Gwen, who totally agreed with me that returning the machine would be a lot of unnecessary effort and paperwork for both parties, and she refunded me the £150 within 10 minutes. Done. Much appreciated Currys, here is some free promo for you.
The lesson even I learned here is this: if you make a big purchase, always check back to the website you bought it from. If the price is lowered within your refund date, threaten to exercise this right and they'll more than likely bend the knee without questions.

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Step #6: The Age Old Penny Pinching Legend

Do not underestimate this pistol in your holster, for while it may seem like an insignificant array of tiny bullets, with enough of them, you can still tally up quite a few hits of severe damage. Because if you think about it, shaving £5 off of a grocery shop every week, totals to £260 extra savings a year, which is quite a lot if you want to runaway from home.

Some of these tips may seem obvious to you, but do you do them? DO YOU? For example: if you buy a tin of spaghettios every week, and there is a deal which allows you to by six for the price of five, that's a no brainier, buy that instead. Yes, you spend a bit more this week, but then each shop after that is a little bit cheaper, you dig? Two for one, three for £5, half price ... these are the smoke signals you need to develop your ESP for. Buy in bulk, and freeze things that you won’t be using immediately. However, as like before, if you never intended to purchase said product in the first place, do not be fooled by their dazzling cuts. That’s how the monsters trick you. Move on.

Another important defense you need to become aware of, is that brand names cost more because you are paying for the logo and the packaging. The few extra quid you pay them goes directly onto their advertising, which is the only reason you know of them in the first place. You are literally paying them to convince you to buy their products, which makes no sense. Now, I appreciate pride plays a part and it’s always slightly embarrassing when you have guests over for dinner and you whip out a no name mushroom sauce to feed their pompous mouths with, but if you do a bit of research, you’ll often find that what’s inside the box ... is exactly the same no matter what’s on the outside. It is even likely that the products were made in the exact same factories, packaged differently, and shipped off to be labelled at completely different prices. You can shave off pound after pound per each purchase by avoiding the fancy colours, and that’s where the magic in this step lies.

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I have a great story which illustrates this even better, sit down, bitch, be humble.
I adore Uncle Ben's rice. ADORE. For those of you who don’t know, these yummy offerings are packets of rice that come in all sorts of amazingly tasty flavours, which cook in just two minutes and then you’re super happy and everyone is impressed. I used to buy a few every week and felt no shame.
The only problem is that they (currently) cost £1.69 per 250g, which is supposed to be two servings, but I used to eat that shit one shot because I have the metabolism of a gazelle.
However, once I started my ninja money training, I began to realise this was probably not the smartest attack in the greater scheme of richness. I found out that normal Tesco brand Everyday Value plain long grain rice was £0.45 for 1kg. That works out to 11p for 250g, which is £1.58 cheaper than what my uncle was offering. So let’s say for argument sake I ate exactly 250g a week (I eat loads more than that, by the way), that would mean a savings of £82.16 a year. ON FUCKING RICE!!
So, yes, it takes a bit longer to cook. And, yes, it doesn’t ever taste as good. But just for shits and giggles, I did a little check, and for that price (as I type this) I could fly return to Lisbon, spend a night in a dodgy hostel and buy a beer without even touching my bank account because I ate some rice that was a bit plainer. Do you think I would be mourning Uncle Ben’s? Do you think I'd be thinking about rice at all? Hell no, I'd be Lisbon.

There are plenty of other systems in which you can collect up your coins to build a wall. Looking out for coupons is a great start. Another is to check if your local favourite grocery (or any) store offers a rewards card, and sign up right now, before you even finish reading this article. Every time you buy something, you essentially get the tiniest portion known to the whole universe back. It may seem pathetic at first, but if you use it enough, you often receive some free shit at the end of each month, or even offers to make more points, which definitely adds up. I usually get at least one free lunch out of this a month, and it’s a good day every time.

In a similar blood stream, I only recently realised that I've been a complete moron because I'd never used cashback websites. Stupid! Believe it or not, there are sites that literally pay you money for buying something you were going to buy anyway. It completely depends on what you’re looking for, but in my case, in one month I bought a couple of books, some vinyl, and a rubbish bin—all things I was going to buy regardless—and I got just under £5 back. I checked Amazon (which I always urge you to do matter what), and the prices were identical, except I got paid by going elsewhere. One of the shops even allowed me to order a book to a branch of their store, which I did, and picked it up on my way home from work, saving about £2 on shipping. Which all adds up to a really nice free lunch! There are various cashback websites to choose from, but the one I use is obviously for the UK, called TopCashBack. I get additional money if I refer a friend, so if you’re feeling kind and grateful for all of this free advice I’m giving you, a nice way you could return the favour would be to sign up through my personal link here? Thank you! You won’t regret it! I love you!

Another great way to pinch pennies is to literally pinch pennies. My method is this: any change I get below 50p, goes straight into a little money box, forgotten about, making friends. I don’t even think about or even miss them, because as singular units, they are rather useless. But maybe once every four months or so, a big bill might fuck me or I simply must get on a plane, which leaves all my budgets under serious threat. That’s when I bust out the box, take the contents to one of those coins to cash machines, and watch as them clangy bits of copper get spat out as real paper moneys. I’m talking probably about £40 or more every time I do this, which if you’re desperate enough, could pay for your lunch every day for the whole month maybe.

Finally, speaking of lunches, do you take your own into work? I can't even tell you how much money I save by doing this. It’s one of those things everyone tells you to do, but damn, the amount of quids you can shave off this way is forceful. Make extra food at dinner, and that’s you sorted. I often put together a massive pasta or rice dish that lasts me days. It’s really down to what’s more important to you: taste variation or money. My guests don't let me feed them anymore.


Step #7: Stashing Your Riches

In some meandering way, this step is the heart of the whole approach here. Because the most important thing to remember above all else, is that this scripture is about saving money. The previous steps gave a grand guided adventure through the forest of obtaining more coinage to shove into your pockets, but if you are a fool who carelessly treats this additional power as merely a larger source of expendable income to go into circulation, you will very quickly grow comfortable within spending that dough as fast as your last stream of revenue, and then you’ll be back to the first square. In fact, it’ll be an even worse consequence than that, because you would have exhausted every attack I have taught you, and it will be very difficult to get that back.

The magic move here is this: once all debts are gone, every cent of money you’ve managed to save from this article should be put away. The reason is because your life will remain exactly the same, but your special nest egg will only continue to grow. As you put these ideas into practice, you should get into the habit of taking note of how much additional cash you have managed to avoid spending, and that amount should be exactly how much you are putting away. It doesn’t matter whether you are saving towards a goal or if you just like to look at big numbered statements, the whole very purpose of your mission is to learn to hang on to it. Which brings us to the unfortunate truth: the best way to create a sturdy structure for your empire is to utilise the corporate banking system. This is because, if you play them right, you can get even more money for your money.

For the most part, this whole step has only been included in order to create a full body of resource, but most of this information will not be news to you. However, on the off-chance I am writing these words for an eight-year-old, there is a thing called an APR (annual percentage rate) which is how much interest (money) a bank will give you (or take away from you, in the case of debt) based on how much cash you have (or don’t have) chilling in your account. Now, I could sit here and list which companies offer what, but that would run the risk of damaging this article's timelessness or international appeal, as all the confusing combinations and weird laws come and go and change at such an alarming rate that it would be a full-time job keeping this text relevant, and I'm not willing to do that. Instead, I leave it up to you to research your own local banks with the one mission in mind: who is offering the best deal?

However, there are some factors which completely depend on your circumstances that should help you make the best decision. Here are some pointers you should consider on your search:

If you do not need your money instantaneously because you are saving up for a rainy day or something massive, the best bang for your buck will always be a Fixed Savings Account. These will only allow you to access your cashish after a certain of period of time, but they always come with a much more delicious APR.
If you want your money to be ready whenever, you will probably find yourself considering just a regular savings account, because they have the word “savings” in it. But then again, there is always the chance that your current account actually offers a much higher APR, which is often the case right now in the UK. Worth a look.
And finally, if you think the bank you are using are actually using you, it could be in your best interest (geddit?) to look out for another bank that not only offers a better APR, but also offers you other stuff as well. Some banks will actually pay you to switch to them, which is like taking free money from the money machine's mouth. That said, be verrrry careful of nasty penalty charges which may occur when the bank you have abandoned grows bitter from the rejection and strikes out with its angry hand.

The most difficult aspect of all of this, is how abundant the amount of information is out there. It can be very overwhelming and scary because it’s been designed that way to keep you confused and ignorant. However, there is a trick to learn everything you need to know from the people who know it all, and it won’t cost a dime. Simply go into any bank, tell them you’re looking for a place to keep your money with the best APR, and they will gleefully sit you down and go through what they offer. You might even get a free cup of tea with it, who knows? They will answer any questions you have, they will explain everything in a language you understand, they will even desperately list the ways in which they are better than any competitor you name, and then when it comes time to sign on the dotted line... DO NOT SIGN ON THE DOTTED LINE. Politely tell them you are 100% interested in this deal, but you simply cannot make the decision before talking to your husband/wife/dog/cheese sandwich first. Shake their hand and be on your way to further your research armed with a brand new set of understandings, free from the manipulations that they are trained to rain down upon you. Do not feel bad, for while these are people and we must love all people, by profession, bankers are the human disciples of financial demons. And if you do what they say, they will take a cut of whatever you agreed to.

Great! So now that you’ve armed your mind with protective gear, get ready for the real kick in the head: unless you’re already really rich (and I doubt that, because here you are), the money you’re going to make from interest is never going to be astounding. If you have £1000 saved at a (somewhat UK average) 1% APR, you’re looking at £120 a year, which is awesome free money, don't get me wrong, and hugely worth your while exploring, but it also relies on so many other boring factors (Are you leaving your money alone? Does your account actually offer as much as 1%, because many don't?). However, what can often equate to much more beneficial outcomes, is the hidden little gems your bank can offer you. They are normally very proud of these things and every bank has them, so go to their website and take a look. It might be deals on purchases, or cash back options, or even free money, all ready for you right now while you’re sitting there letting it slip through your fingers like sand.

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A good example of this would be when I discovered an interesting offer from Barclays Bank, so strange to me that at first I didn’t really believe it was true.
If you have a current account with some direct debits going out of it (which most people do), they can set you up a separate account called Blue Rewards. What this account does, is automatically takes £3 from your current account every month and then puts it into itself, along with an additional £4 from the bank.
If you work that out, it’s £48 free money from the bank every year. Then if you consider it with the additional £3 from your account that you won’t even notice is gone, you can end up with £84 a year in an account for no real reason.
I can’t tell you how many times it’s been the day before payday and someone wants to go out drinking and then I suddenly remember this magic account I have. I tap my phone a few times in the right spots, and the money is instantaneously in my account. Voodoo shit that is.
I’ve told people who have Barclays accounts about this before, and they had no idea it existed. Ever wonder what else you might be missing out on?

I want to end off by acknowledging that we are all human, for the most part. There will come days of desperation that for whatever reason, you will simply be forced to dip into your savings. As an occasional measure, that is actually ok, because that’s what it’s there for. But for the love of Money, keep track of what you have stolen from yourself and make it your next priority to pay it back in full along with whatever your other monthly amount is by this point. Because we want to be rich one day, yeah?


Step #8: Pillaging Your Job

This step is primarily pointed out for those of you who are currently employed permanently, usually in a company, the bigger the better. If you are self employed or unemployed or contracting or freelancing, you could probably skip along passed this section quite happily without losing too much valuable advice, even if it pains me. But for everyone else who is caught in the miserable 9-5 rat race of the corporate world, there are methods you can use to wring your job for every penny you’re worth.

To get this done requires a bit of action on your part as I can’t do everything for you. Read your contract. Read the company’s handbook, if they have one. Speak to your colleagues or HR, any resource you can find, with one question on your mind: what can they do for me? Because, much like anything, jobs usually offer some perks to their committed employees, and it is your duty to suckle on every teat until they run dry.

The most obvious and popular scheme you will find, is the pension. Even if your job doesn’t offer one, you should consider starting one up independently, because by contributing even just a small % of your monthly salary and forgetting about it, it will only grow, duh. In my opinion, the best pensions are what they call "Lifestyle Funds" in the UK, because they will automatically be invested in stocks and bonds which directly correlate to your age—a higher risk when you’re younger and a lower risk when you’re older—which makes perfect sense and also means that when you do eventually retire, you will be able to buy all sorts of lunches with it. However, what makes your job involvement so special is the common practice of today’s companies matching what you put away, within reason. Do not fuck around. Max this opportunity out to the nth degree with everything you can muster. If they match 3%, put 3% away. If they match 5%, put 5% away. If they match 20%, put 20% away, if you can. Do whatever is in your power without breaking the bank. Because if there ever was such an idea as free money—especially a substantial amount of money—this is it.

Let’s do some maths! The average salary in the UK is £27,271 a year. That about £1,803 a month after tax. If you put away 5% of that, that’s £54.09 a month. If your company matches it, that’s £108.18 a month. That’s £1,298.16 a year. That’s £12,981.60 after 10 years. Say you retire in 30 years, then you’ll find yourself with a cool £51,926.4. And that doesn’t even include whatever interest you are earning along the way, which I imagine is a lot, I don't know. Basically, double your fucking savings, just like that. Look after your older self.

But the treats from your company may not even end there. Savings on groceries, special gym membership deals, medical aid, dentist bills, tickets to things, gift vouchers... don’t ask, and you’ll never know.

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Something pretty cool happened when I was writing that last line.
I remembered that I had signed up to a Health Plan at my work which covered all sorts of medical bills, and I hadn't looked at it for a while.
So I double checked my package, noticed my contact lenses were included, sent off a receipt and got £100 dropped into my account after a few days. POW!
It's almost like I got paid for writing this article after all!

Of course, the whole “job thing” is a two way street, and when it comes to employment, you are still getting paid to do something, which may leave you a little low on the ladder without too much weight to throw around. That said, you are still an important snowflake, and the more your company knows this, the better your cash situation can get.

Here is the main thing you need to understand. Pretty much everyone’s job description is exactly the same, and it reads it this: Make Your Boss’ Life Easier. If you focus on this primarily, it won’t take long before your role becomes more crucial, or even indispensable. Get your work done to a good standard, volunteer to help whenever you can, and then keep a diary of everything you did right, because you are going to use it for your advantage later.

Later, as in right now. You should demand a salary review/appraisal at least once a year. Use your list of amazing achievements as ammunition. Check salary comparison sites to see if you’re even earning what you should be earning for additional firepower. And then blast them (nicely) with everything you got, fearlessly asking for an increase way beyond your wildest dreams, so that even if they only meet you halfway, you’re still a fucking spaceman.

If this all works in your favour and you get a raise, here is the true golden key: as with everything, you are already surviving without it. So any additional money placed into your bank account should not be spent, otherwise you’ll eventually begin to live within those newfound means again, and you'll have no idea where that raise even went. Instead, take the newly granted excess and put it away, watching it grow like a baby made out of dollar signs.

If this doesn’t work in your favour, however, and your company refuses to play ball, then I can only recommend that it’s time to pack your bags and say bye bye. Start by spending 10 - 30 minutes every day working on your portfolio, writing your CV, refining your cover letters, and sending them around. With a little determination and research, you should find yourself in a much happier place that pays you a substantial amount more, and that’s when you’ll find that being valued and respected is the most important thing there is.


Step #9: Not All Cards Were Created Equal

And now we get into the more higher grade side of this article, so please, do not even attempt to venture down this road until you have extensively travelled those that came before and you are absolutely prepared for it, because with great power comes great responsibility, and without the proper care, this move could very well topple on top you and then crush your pretty little skull with the rubble of immovable debt.

This step is all about bringing them evil credit cards back into the game, but rather than viewing them as the weighty logs we did in Step #1, we shall be sharpening them into weapons for our own gain. How to do this is to locate a credit card which rewards your spending. Do not even concern yourself with the interest rate here either, because sometimes the worse it appears on paper, the better the prizes can be at the end. Use your google machine and unravel a card that offers you something you could make use of—whether it be flight points (like me!), groceries, or even cashback—and then apply. It can be fairly insane what these guys will offer you for absolutely no money, so take a look around and take your time.

Once you’ve managed to convince a credit card company to agree with you and send you the card of your desires, the object is to use it for literally anything that doesn’t charge you for its use. Any direct bills you can set up to be paid from here? Any online purchases on the horizon? These are the scenarios where your card becomes the go-to numbers to punch in.

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Never draw cash out of a machine with a credit card, they will charge you lots of money and sadness to do so.

BUT HERE IS THE THING YOU SIMPLY CANNOT FUCK WITH: every time you make one of these purchases, move money from your current account into a different account (whichever one has the highest APR benefits for extra score) as if you were paying for these things from your current account anyway. This will not only help you keep track of what your credit card’s damage is looking like, but you will also run no risk of accidentally spending that money, rather keeping it safe for you to summon later. And summon it, you shall! When your monthly credit card payment is due, you draw that money out and pay off whatever credit debt you’ve racked up IN FULL. Anything not paid will be charged interest, and you lose money. And if you miss a payment, may the gods be with you, because you are about to brutally attacked by the most vicious of APR monsters you’ve ever faced, complete with penalty spells and a black marker to scribble all over your credit rating. However, if you follow my instructions to the letter and have cleaned up the debt in good time by using the money you’ve already put aside for it, you are charged nothing whatsoever. What’s more, you will reap whatever rewards your card initially promised you. Which. Is. Free. Stuff.

And, of course, this naturally does wonderful things for your credit rating. Before you know it, you’ll have credit card companies literally drooling at your feet, any card you like just an application away, potentially with even better rewards? Unlikely. Either way though, perhaps this is the moment you can say you’ve truly won the battle? Haha, just kidding, you can never win this battle, we will all be slaves to the capitalist system until we die, but you know what I mean.

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As a rule, you almost always want to refuse those cards they send you in the mail though. I don't even understand the point them, their APRs and rewards are always rubbish, and you just know they are hiding some very vicious hooks at the best of times.

While we’re talking about credit ratings, I do understand that some of you may have fucked yours up so badly that no company would dare touch your leper reputation, and you can see no easy way to play this step, which is a shame. However, there are ways to slowly fix this. Check out these dudes called Credit Building/Repair Cards which are designed to do just that—repair a tattered rating. Grab one of those, use it sparingly, pay it off in full every month, and your blacklist should gradually start to grow more grey. You can also improve your overall score by getting on the electoral role, not moving house too often, or even getting married, which may not be the best reason to do so, but I know some people who got married for worse reasons. If you are curious to know what your credit score is right now, I’ve heard via the vine that Experian (UK only, soz) lets you request one for free now without damaging your score, which is usually a concern. But whatever cautious means you use to find out your worth, you should always keep in mind that there is no such thing as one big black credit rating ether that potential lenders can dip in to and out from. Every single place will do their checks with their own parameters, no two credit scores will judge you equally, so do not fear too much if one place tells you that you're buggered, but maybe still fear it a little bit. Regardless, it’s still a good thing to do, because sometimes your rating may have taken a hit due to some incorrect details, and simply by updating someone’s database, you can become a more stable entity.

Ok, so we’ve looked at little ways to get little things, but what if you want something big and you want it NOW!? Well, once again, if executed with respect, credit cards can come to the rescue as a valuable ally rather than the cursed plague some of us recognise them as. You see, in the olden days, if you wanted something expensive, you’d save up for it, but this can come with a risk where, by the time you’ve finally got enough money, the price has only increased massively (read: flights!). Rather, we can now do the whole process backwards, pay for it now whilst it’s cheap, and then “save up” by paying it off in exactly the same manner. There are so many credit card companies offering purchase cards with 0% interest for months upon months as an introductory offer, and so if you pay it off bit by bit ENSURING you pay it ALL off before the 0% APR runs out, you have been charged no excess whatsoever. A total free loan. Never pay interest on anything ever. Excellent.

And once that free period runs out? Get rid of the card. Call them up. Cancel it (always!). Cut it in half. Find a new one. Start again. Credit rating on steroids right here. Just play safe, kids.

I want to end off by driving the point as hard as I can that not all cards are created equal, and there is one card above all else that you must NEVER EVER TOUCH, otherwise your skin will go scaly, you will age much faster, and you stand to lose so much money it will make your mother faint. And these are called Store Cards. Legend tells us that they were once fused by the devil himself, disguised much like your run of the mill credit card, except only used in the specific store offering them. They often try seduce you with an introductory offer which will grant a discount off of your first purchase (which isn’t something I’m totally opposed, just so long as you ONLY EVER USE IT FOR THAT OFFER), followed by an interest rate so big that it makes your average credit card look like a petty pickpocket. It may create the illusion that you’re walking into your favourite store and purchasing whatever you fancy with just the tap of a card, all cool like, but behind the scenes in Hell, they are charging you up to 30% interest you don’t pay it off immediately. That's pretty much worse than anything, they should be illegal. Avoid these with the strength of the bear.


Step #10: Choose Your Own Adventure

This may be dubbed the 10th and final step, but it isn’t really a step whatsoever, rather me giving you my blessing and wishing you well on whatever you choose your next steps to be. You have listened well, and I am confident that you will use your new found knowledge for good rather than evil as you dance along your own way.

Perhaps you have been inspired to keep the momentum running, and if this is the case, you may want to consider the trip into stocks and bonds, but that is a whole different ball game which we won't be playing now. Perhaps you are looking to get a mortgage or find a faster way out of one, and then I can only hope the tools I have provided you with here, will provide the blueprint for the stairs you build. Or perhaps you are more like me, a simple human with simple tastes, aching only to jump on a plane and fly far far away. Whatever happens next is now in your capable hands, but if I could leave you with one last potent bit of advice, it is this: no matter what you decide to save money towards, someone has walked this road before you, more than likely been completely violated by horrific monsters along the way, and as a result, have found the most painless and cheapest method of getting there. The information available to us right now is endless, and the sooner you get in the habit of googling every money move you make before you make it, the sooner you will smile every time the ATM spits your receipt at you.

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Some quick travel bits while we’re here (and I have nowhere else to put them)
Don’t use travel agents, they take a cut.
Packaged holidays usually mean cheaper flights even if you don’t use the hotel included.
Always order your currency online before you travel.
Use local currency when you draw cash in a foreign country because different places make up different exchange rates.

And eventually, there will come a day when this blog will be of no more use to you. You may find you have run out of idea steam and have oiled and tightened up your machine so well that you actually have become sick of the whole process. That’s where I am at now. Money is no longer a burden or a scarce resource, but an automated set of mechanics that hold together independently and are always doing their best to turn a profit out of everything. And that’s why I got off the horse here, and feel no massive urge to take my journey any further (for now). Perhaps your breaking point will be before mine, or perhaps much further on, but whichever way you go, I wish you nothing but the best of luck at becoming the financial wizard you were always meant to be, Harry. And who knows? Maybe these 10 steps are only the beginning...

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Spend your money on cool shit, and you will never regret a thing.