When things are going well with me there is a voice inside my head saying ‘you are going to fuck it up, you are going to fuck it up’ over and over again. And i just wish that voice was louder than the voice saying: ‘Let’s fuck it up! Come on you pussy, fuck it up! You pussy! Burn some bridges, alienate your friends, ruin your career, start drinking again, sit on your couch drunk and crying with nothing left to lose! Have you forgotten what freedom feels like, you fuckin’ pussy? Doing well?, fuck you!’
—Marc Maron, This Has To Be Funny
The enemy of irony is having the courage to love something, or like something, or trust your own opinion. And not be a part of the united front of condescension, of fear, of actually having feelings about something that may be tragic, or pathetic, or dated, or not your thing. Go find your thing. Don’t go back in time or find sordid little holes where you can sit there and pretend like you’re above it all, or pompous, or better than.
—Marc Maron (via fuckyeahcliffordmattis)