While over at Killing the Buddha, this caught my eye and then made me catch my breath.
As a schoolchild I originated a jolly, homegrown, completely benevolent version of “do it for the story” — first to get myself through dreaded necessities like family reunions or hospital stays, and then because it had helped me endure and often, even frame an entertaining bright side, I shared my approach with our kids. Now I just feel dirty . . .
DIFTS: Do It For The Story
by Nathan Schneider
So I was over at a friend’s last night for dinner, and she let me in on something kind of awesome that’s swirling among the existentially-hungry, generally-affluent Catholic school boys she teaches. Wow. (If any of them reads this I guess I’m going to sound majorly out of touch for even mentioning it, but that’s a risk I’m gonna have to take.)
Apparently, it has become this thing to go around saying “DIFTS.” It stands for “Do It For The Story.” And it’s in the Urban Dictionary:
. . .Isn’t that cool? In my day we just chanted, “Do it, do it!” or pressured each other with a complicated “point” system. DIFTS is also kind of bleak, but in the process it’s such a marvelous recognition—in a particularly obnoxious high-school-boy idiom—of how crucially we depend on our stories and how worthwhile it is to sacrifice on their behalf.
If you’re into it too, you can buy DIFTS swag. And you can post your own . . . DIFTS party tips at the official blog.
Power of story. Literally!
And a rather fine line between intelligence and insanity . . .