Sometimes I’m giving one of my highly regarded business-oriented motivational synergistic super-spectacles and even as I’m energetically running across the stage and yelling SLOGANS FOR SUCCESS, I start to wonder: why?
Why am I wasting my valuable time sharing—at such a ridiculously low price—all of this amazing wisdom and knowledge about how to succeed and influence people and be one of the ELITE RULING CLASS? Most of you don’t deserve it: the only reason you’re here is because your company thought it would somehow behoove you to become less of a loser; they left this nearly insurmountable task in my carefully manicured and incredibly deft hands. I’m supposed to take you, an ugly and lumpy pile of blotchy clay, and somehow transform you into a sparkling and prosperous diamond. This is hard because clay never changes into diamonds so I basically have to be a goddamn self-improvement wizard. Luckily for you, that’s exactly what I am.
Forget about the fact that your company pays three times your annual salary for one of my hour-long seminars. Never mind that the suit I’m wearing as I yell in your face is worth more than your car plus another three thousand dollars probably. Try to ignore the idea that I’ve slept with more women than you’ve ever spoken with. This paragraph doesn’t have a point aside from the fact that I’m awesome.
When I’m dishing out all this wonderful advice, the crowd usually blends into a big sea of cattle with big stupid unblinking eyes and a quiet despair. By treating you like livestock/numbers, I can more efficiently dictate the principles of Synergism! because I can focus on what’s really important: what I’m doing for dinner. Will I go to the most expensive restaurant in town, or go slumming and hit up the second most expensive restaurant? You’ve probably never heard of either of them so I’m not even mentioning their names—you’ll get turned away at the door and I don’t want you to feel any worse than you already do. There’s already enough blood on my hands (although that has more to do with deflowering all those virgin supermodels).
If you’ve read this far, congratulations! You’re canny enough to realize the difference between random Internet ramblings and solid and provable wisdom. You still might not understand the point of this post however, so I’ll spell it out for you: in order to be the best, you have to be better than everyone else. If you’re lucky, you live in a city I’ll never visit.
Should you want me, I might be unavailable for a little while: I’m thinking about going into space to hang out with some astronauts.
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