My recalcitrant attitude to self-disappointment. Adopt it.

Are you like me? No the question wasn't, 'do you like me'. I don’t have the thick skin or intense ego to handle the feedback. What I mean is, 'are you like me' – specifically in the sense that when you get about 88% of the way through a task, you think, 'I really couldn’t give a shit anymore?!' And you quit. And then you attempt something unruly such as blogging in the moments directly leading up to a final exam when you could absolutely be memorising section numbers and case names?

How silly, how naughty, how entirely unproductive.

Ive been going through a little phase lately where I am entirely willing to embrace my shortcomings, my failures. In such a way that they start to become beneficial to me. Quirky and interesting attributes. What? I'm not making sense? Oh, that’s because English is my second language and you don’t understand the innards of piglatin the way I do. And I'm also finding it rather disconcerting typing on an IMac keyboard. Very flat and completely difficult for someone used to deep and substantial buttons that come with the entirely underrated and temperamental, Dell.

Once you embrace these shortcoming in your personality, you can actually factor them into your day to day life. For egg-sample, once you realise that if you sit down on the couch after work it will invariably mean that at 10:45 pm – you will wake up wearing your suit watching an SBS porn movie; instead of thinking "oh, I better not then" – embrace it – when you wake up bleary eyed with crinkled suit pants, just remember how wise you were that you predicted it was going to happen. 'Ah yes,' you'll say.. 'I knew it all along'.

Come to terms with the fact that you will forget to take your clothes out of the washing machine and they will be super crinkly and smell like damp tomorrow. Once you've factored it in to your day, suddenly self-disappointment falls away. Spray Impulse deodorant on them and hang as if nothing ever happened. Iron tomorrow, unless you forget.

Don’t be disappointed in yourself when you get red wine on your first ever Nicola Finetti white silk dress. Factor it in. Ask recommendations for a good dry cleaner before you wear it. Avoid self-disappointment. You will entirely avoid the exacerbated 20 minutes in the bathroom where you drunkenly debate with girlfriends over rinsing silk in the sink basin or patting it with soda water and salt.

New IPhone 4? When you are opening the box and putting it on the charger, excitedly promising yourself that you will never take off the little layer of plastic until it looks somewhat like a health hazard with sand and skin follicles under the corners…take a deep breath why don’t you? And accept the fact that you will stand on it in your high heels when boozed, causing irreparable screen crackage. Every month you can hold onto it should be treated as a bonus, not an expectation.

Some people accuse me of “settling for mediocrity” or even “allowing oneself to be shit at life”, or perhaps “once again writing a blog post about practically nothing”. But self-disappointment is overrated. If you are in search of disappointment, tell your parents about the dentist appointment you bailed on, the flight you missed, the burn mark your hair straightener left in the carpet. Mother's thrive on offering disappointed reactions to these stories. But don’t waste your own time.

Instead, use hilarious anecdotes on a blog that few people read and even fewer return positive feedback on. Voila!