PDF - Yes Man. 'I, Danny Wallace, being of sound mind and body, do hereby write this manifesto for my life. I swear I will be more open to opportunity. I swear I . Yes Man by Danny Wallace - Recently single, Danny Wallace was falling into loneliness and isolation. When a stranger on a bus advises, "Say yes more,". Have you ever thought 'I wish I hadn't said “no!” ' when the opportunity to do something great has gone? The message in Danny Wallace's best-selling book Yes.
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Nice weather for this! Tell me now. You sent me an e-mail saying that your entire life had changed and that you wanted to meet up.
It was a shock to the system, a body blow that had really changed things. So I did three years of growing up in two weeks. I returned to the world of freelance employment as a radio producer at the BBC. I got a mortgage. And a pension. I experimented with new and exciting pastas. I learned how to iron. I even bought a plant. Most of these were small changes.
But soon, quite without my knowing, I developed a certain satisfaction for staying in. For pottering about and tinkering with things. For slouching, and napping, and channel hopping. Soon that was all I wanted to do. And so I became the man who could wriggle out of any prior engagement. Who could spot an invitation coming a mile away and head it off at the pass.
The man who always had an excuse. The man who always said no. And I was perfectly happy. Perfectly happy to be me, myself, and ironing. Perfectly happy until that night on that bus, next to that man. So, there was a man, said Ian.
And you sat next to him. I was too tired, or there was something I wanted to watch, or I just felt like being alone. Not while it was happening, anyway. It only made me sad when I finally realised the effect it was having on my friendships; on the friends I was letting down or annoying or disappointing or even losing. I knew it! That was quite obviously a lie.
But there will be no more excuses. But then one evening Ian had bumped into Hanne and shared his concerns. Nothing does, anymore, apparently.
Your friends are worried. Where have you been for the past six months? I was. I went to a women-and-war exhibition. I was just a man standing up. I struggled to find an answer. Of course I had fun! Surely I did! Hanne had put me on the spot, that was all. But there must be something I enjoy doing. You enjoy toast, said Hanne, who, because she is Norwegian, likes to be matter-of-fact about things.
Hanne took a sip of her wine. So did I. Of my wine, I mean, not hers. Taking a sip of her wine would have spoiled the atmosphere. How many adventures can you have with a shelf? Hanne knew you were lying too, you know.
Is this about us, Dan? Because we split up? You can come home drunk whenever you like, and you can do as many stupid boy projects as you want. Okay, then, said Hanne, opening the door to leave. But, listen.
You should make more of an effort. Look, Dan, said Ian. Will you just tell me what this fucking bloke on the bus said to you, or should I make another appointment? I picked my pint up again and took a sip.
I raised my eyebrows to show Ian he should be impressed, but for some reason he still appeared to be waiting for more. Never satisfied. That was all it took to turn my life on its head.
A few choice sentences from a complete and utter stranger. A stranger on a bus. And a bearded stranger, at that. This went against everything I held as true. If there was one lesson that had been drummed into me as a kid, it was never listen to a bearded stranger. I felt like Danny, from the movie Karate Kid, sitting next to Mr. Whether his words were really intended for me, whether they truly reflected on our conversation, or whether they were just the throwaway ramblings of some bloke on a bus.
That is the stupidest bloody thing I have ever bloody heard, said Ian, ever the diplomat. He seemed very interested. And it was. The simple fact of the matter was that this man would probably have had no idea of the impact of his words. I surely was just someone who wanted to make a decision, who deep down wanted to make a change. His words were just the catalyst that kick-started me into action.
I wish I could claim that he was a shaman or some kind of spiritual figure, sent into my life at that time to push me over the edge. But chatty. And wise. Or Buddha, for that matter. Or taken you to a nice restaurant. And you were right. And Hanne was right. But the thing is, none of you knows how right you were! So, what are you saying? I already have. It had been just ten minutes since the man on the bus had uttered his words of wisdom, and I was excited.
And inspired. I know it sounds odd, and I know it might seem meaningless to you, but to me those three words had. It was worrying. It was something I had to change. I was smiling, now. Grinning as I walked through the door of my flat, flicked the kettle on, and reached for a mug. I was on the verge of something.
But sometimes to look forward, you have to look back. So, I went and got my diary. And even though I suspected it would be the case, I was nevertheless shocked at what I saw.
Nothing apart from missed opportunities. And blank spaces. Acres of white lies. I bet that had been legendary. Suddenly I wanted to do that.
Not just the big nights or the main events or the frantic celebrations, but to the little things. The normal things. The things that sometimes matter the most. I scanned and rescanned my diary. Hanne had been right. Ian had been right. Everyone had been right. I mean, yeah, at a push I could probably scrape a short anecdote out of it, but still. It was hardly one to save for the grandchildren, was it? And hang on— what grandchildren? Who was I going to tell all my stories to when I was old?
And who was going to give me grandchildren? Well, my kid, obviously, but who was going to give me one of those? My ambition had turned to panic. Who knew what I had already missed out on in life?
Now I would never know what might have happened, who I might have met, what I might have done, where I might have ended up, how different life could have been. And my friends. I was angry at myself. I had wasted half my year. Half a year gone. Thrown away. Swapped for toast and evenings in front of the telly. Every dull nonentry was a sharp slap in the face.
I would say yes more. Saying yes more would get me out of this rut.
It would rekindle my love for life. It would bring back the old me. I just needed a little kick-start. A little fun. A chance to live in a completely different way. I could treat it like an experiment. A study in my own behaviour. A study in positivity and opportunity and chance.
This was serious. This went beyond what Hanne would have called a stupid boy project, because now. I decided I needed to tackle the problem quickly and efficiently. A day.
A day of relentless positivity. What harm could that do? A day of saying yes. Yes to anything. Anything and everything. Hello, Mr. Would you have a moment to talk about double glazing, sir?
Have you ever thought about having your house or apartment equipped with double glaze at all? Can I ask you, would you be interested in a free, no-obligation quote for double glaze on your property, Mr.
Well, what we can do is, we can certainly send one of our representatives around to your place of residence. Life should be all about taking opportunities, you know? The best things that ever happened to us happened because we said yes, just like the man on the bus told me. I realise that now. I just thought it might be nice. We could have some tea.
You could still give me a quote if you like. And that is how my Yes experiment started—confusing a cold-caller with my unnerving desire to discuss all aspects of double glazing. What should I do? Where should I go? How should I begin? None of it was. I had to see how things went. I had to go with the flow. I had a few e-mails and quickly scanned through them. Another was from a complete stranger. Would I like a bigger penis?
Ye—hang on. Who was this from? Would you like a bigger penis? New Penis Patch Technology now means thousands of men just like you can. So I said yes. And I laughed. Then I clicked on the link, added my credit-card information, and ordered the Amazing Penis Patch. I filled the kettle and scratched around in the cupboard, looking for something to eat. I found a small box of Cocoa Pops and was absolutely delighted. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I sat down at my computer and drafted an e-mail.
Hey there. So, if you fancy meeting up.
That was easy! I had just successfully organised a meeting with my ex-girlfriend. Hey, Wag. I got your e-mail. I do indeed fancy a pint sometime. When and where do you recommend? Oh, hang on, though. I started to realise that blindly saying yes to everything could well have its complications. Arrangements for the day made, I pootled down to the corner shop to download milk and a newspaper or two. I was already starting to feel like a new man, which probably explains why I also bought a pot of yoghurt and some freshly squeezed orange juice.
It was the kind of feeling that usually ends up with me considering going to the gym, or getting a dog and walking it a bit, and doing all the things that blokes in catalogues do.
Back upstairs I sat down with my tea and my newspapers and looked up at the clock. Just four short hours before I had to be anywhere. I started to leaf through the Guardian before realising that I was kidding myself, and picked up the Sun instead. This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue? Upload Sign In Join. Save For Later. Create a List. Yes Man by Danny Wallace.
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Now in Random Acts of Kindness Danny and the gang bring you a hilarious, inspirational book to encourage you to perform Random Acts of your own. You have the power to make it a nicer place! All over the planet, thousands of people just like you are performing Random Acts of Kindness for complete strangers- download an old lady a hat!
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This book contains real Random Acts of Kindness real people have done for real strangers- so read it, learn it, and start making your world the nicer place, today! You don't know what you could be missing out on. It's all about living for the moment in this quirky, seemingly pointless yet addictive narrative. Finding himself with too much time on his hands after quitting his BBC job, Danny revels in "sitting around in his pants" and generally taking a break from the responsibilities of working life.
Danny attends the funeral of his great uncle Gallus and finds out that he had set up a commune of like-minded people to escape Swiss small town small-mindedness in the s. Intrigued by this idea, on his return to London Danny places a cryptic advert in the classified ads paper Loot and gets some surprising results. His Norwegian radio-producer girlfriend Hanne is bemused and infuriated that this has become more than a transient interest; it takes over his life--and hers.
The number of "joinees"--people replying to his ad--escalates as word gets out about this new "happy cult", but without a clue about what he wants to achieve, or do with all his newfound friends, Danny has to think fast as dissent rises in the ranks. Now the reluctant leader of a troop of random hopefuls, he maintains their interest with obscure e-mails and watches as his joinees meet and bond. Whatever he had created, it was bigger than he had anticipated.