Sunk Cost Fallacy / “Where We Going For Breakfast?”

This last weekend I went on a wackness elimination purge like never before. Going through my apartment with the truth or naw googles on and trashing anything and everything that didn’t make the cut…

The two most dangerous words in the English language are: ‘Good Job.’”
– Whiplash

My twist on that this weekend was – good enough. What have I allowed in my life simply because it was good enough? I literally deleted my entire iTunes library because a large portion of the songs were me reaching to like something instead of my usual ruthless dedication to only the flyest shit, to only intaking and keeping things I’m truly in love with. So I asked myself, why am I holding on to this mediocre crap? Why am I allowing it to take up space on my hard drive? That’s when the metaphor hit me and I realized that we do this all the time. Ruled by our cognitive biases we hold on to things for reasons we’re totally unaware of, one of the main reasons is a thing called Sunk Cost Fallacy. You may not know it but it’s something we all fall trap to almost every day. How many times has this happened to you?

This TV show is starting to suck but I’ve already watched half of the season, I might as well finish the rest.” (AKA another 5 seasons)

You know it sucks, you know it will suck but our emotional investment traps us into believing we should continue doing something when it’s clearly against our best interest. Combine that with fear, marketing, the matrix, social influence, hype, biological programming, crazy people and you’ve got yourself some thick waters to navigate on your journey to maintaining and cultivating ultimate flyness and love.

If you want to live your life in a creative way, as an artist, you have to not look back too much. You have to be willing to take whatever you’ve done and whoever you were and throw them away. The more the outside world tries to reinforce an image of you, the harder it is to continue to be an artist, which is why a lot of times, artists have to say, “Bye. I have to go. I’m going crazy and I’m getting out of here.” And they go and hibernate somewhere. Maybe later they re-emerge a little differently. – Steve Jobs

My flyness was at a record high at about the time I started EMPT. I looked back for a second this weekend and saw that in between then and now I’ve accumulated a lot mediocre shit and now it’s time to axe it all and set a new record. The only thing I’ve ever been is an artist, everything outside of that has been problems dealing with people who don’t love that about me or me forgetting it myself. But it’s all good and I’m just about done resetting, the me who gave into good enough and good job is dying and when he’s gone a new me will come from the ether…

Sorry boys, all the stitches in the world can’t sew me together again. Lay down… lay down. Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on Hun and Ninth street. Always knew I’d make a stop there, but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought…

Last of the Moh-Ricans… well maybe not the last. Gail’s gonna be a good mom… New improved Carlito Brigante… Hope she uses the money to get out. No room in this city for big hearts like hers. Sorry baby, I tried the best I could, honest… Can’t come with me on this trip though. Getting the shakes now, last call for drinks, bars closing down…

Sun’s out, where we going for breakfast?” – Carlito’s Way