Why do you HATE money?
To All (Except Chris Ritke, who is already 2 steps ahead of me):
Ramp it up. Goose yourselves to be an overachiever. Get off your fat lazy mediocre asses and Do Something other than waste air.
DAMN…I am sick, in fact, I am just about fed up with everyone.
What about this? who does that? is that legal? why do you want them to think that?
All these nitpicky questions, and no one seeing the blue sky of my idea shining like rubies on rails, polishing our faces like Ajax cleanser.
I say I’m going to do an experiment, then I astonish you when I describe it. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, if it’s so easy and obvious?” you ask dumbfounded at the laser sharp precisions. Then I explain why. You are shocked again. You ask about legalities, I respond with the adherences. It is perfect in every way.
But still, you grimace. You spit on my carpet as though it were sand and tell me it sounds too good to be true. You want to keep arguing and discussing and anything …. but work on making it happen. Nice. Thanks for nothing Stan, Pam, Vicky, Roland, Jeff, Tall Greg, Paul, the other Paul, and Jim.
You pajoolies are acting like YOU HATE MONEY.
You talk about being “tired”, “skeptical”, “cautious”, “uninspired”, “too busy”, or “fearful of failure”. You know what I think? I think you’re already dead. You have no ambition, no meaning, no drive.
You excuse your morbid fear of rejection and success by hiding behind a phoney reserve. You pick and find fault and are oh so quick to get snippy and uppity. I am hitting a raw nerve. It’s not about healthy cynicism, it’s all about narcissistic inertia. You love the little morsel you chanced upon, and will not hear of golden streets and mountains of diamonds. You prefer your impoverished comfort zones.
You condemn ambition and striving as “greed”, “lunatic”, or “violent”. You want to hold others back, so you can look average, when you are sub sub sub sub human. No fire in the soul. Cold, rubber lemmings racing over the cliff.
If it’s just me and David Krug, so be it.
If Chris Locke, Chris Ritke, Evan Williams, John Battelle, and many others join, we’ll be that much stronger and richer.
I have spent nearly three years studying, making, promoting, revising, testing, marketing, and implementing blogs for myself and many others. Now it’s candy time. Now the sweetness of victory beckons. I see it, can’t you? That flicker that is yawning and sucking everything into the maelstrom of its overwhelming vortex? That is my mind, burning with radioactively infectious ideas for becoming rich…
...without doing much of anything.
A few keystrokes. Done. Rich.
You think I’m fooling? Then you can leave now and never return. All budding Judases can also go.
I am sick of living in obscurity and fussing with clients.
I want to start doing close to nothing and getting paid for it. Let my prestigious ads of gigantic corporations pull in the revenue insanely.
Like #1 Business Guru TOM PETERS is always saying:
Fire your safe routiners. Hire more whackos.
Fire your cautious advisers. Hire more visionaries.
Fire your stable people. Hire more obsessives.
We need Insane Fire of Truth and Commercial Power to move forward…or be buried by sane, normal others.
~~”Wild. Hateful. New.”~~
i don’t disagree with you.
i am not an obsessive, whacko visionary.
you are.
i’m a lazy, good-for-nothing air waster.
yeah baby!
carrie said this on February 24, 2006 2:45 pm