Like an alzheimer patient oscillating between two Starbucks on opposite corners – we keep on clicking on. And on. And on. Have you tried their Salted Carmel Mocha? It’s delicious. But if you’re in Fort Collins, nothing beats the Honey Vanilla Latte from Cafe Ardour.
Trust me, while I’d have no reservations about chilling in a park all day, working on my laptop – a lot of folks don’t have that kind of time or luxury. Meanwhile, we wish we could do something to help, but we don’t know what – and then we get on with our day while you’re getting zip-cuffed in the park.
This is what social media is. It’s not a race for fans, followers, friends, views, or subscribers, like those things are a scarce and limited resource. They’re not. Here’s what is rare: actual relationships that require and earn attention from both parties.
A purple cow is still a cow, it just looks deceptively funky. Only the bravest of the brave will attempt to milk one.
They want your attention, your interaction; apathetic silence is the polar opposite of that.
After dealing with shady characters for too long, some of those negative characteristics start rubbing off on you. And that’s all sorts of icky. Cold showers with your clothes on kind of icky.
It can be hard to document these life lessons without being cynical or harsh or just plain mean.
Having been born with the ability to deliver a fierce written bitchslap – the likes of which is now feared on three continents – I tilted at quite a few windmills of perceived wrong in my time
Before you start high-fiving yourself too hard for this amazing act of generosity to your listeners – consider doing something that requires some element of risk on your part.
I’m going to start asking myself, does this make me feel like a WHORE?
