Derek Sivers



I don’t know why I have this rebellious nature. I tend to want to be the opposite of my surroundings.

At serious formal events, I can’t stop laughing inside. At crazy festivals, I want to hide and read a book.

My ambitious friends bring out the slacker in me. My lethargic friends make me feel like superman.

When I moved to Boston, as a teen, and everyone was wearing black, I dressed in only white. I remind new-agey people of the scientific method.

Is it a desire for balance? To represent what seems under-represented in this situation? Is it my love of seeing the other side?

I hear I’m not supposed to react like this. I’m supposed to be the same, no matter what’s around.

But I’m not the same from day to day, even when alone. I rebel against myself, too. If I’ve been thinking or acting one way for too long, I try another way.

It’s worked pretty well for me so far. I’m super-motivated by the horror of seeing the opposite of what I want.

The list goes on. It’s been net positive. So, I’m not fighting it for now.

(P.S. I’ll never argue against preserving nature.)

“A Man Feeding Swans in the Snow” photo © Marcin Ryczek.