To get up, that is. Yesterday was one of those days. Everything was fine until around three p.m. and it all went to hell.
I won’t bore you with the details because it’s all work related. But, it’s a pain. And I’m ticked about it. And, for the most part, it’s my fault.
I hate that. I hate making mistakes.
So I’m drowning my sorrows in very loud music. Very loud. My ears are bleeding from it.
Last night I watched the Werner Herzog documentary about his relationship with the actor Klaus Kinski. I found it very inspiring. So inspiring, in fact, I’m going to start acting like Kinski and start throwing tantrums when the focus of attention has moved away from me.
And I’m going to start using some of his more inventive epithets. For example, during one screaming argument with someone over food, he invited his adversary to lick a part of the human body that normally has no oral contact unless it’s been bitten by a snake.
I wonder if I can offer that solution to my client about this little issue.
Kinski believed he was a genius. So, therefore, do I. I am a genius and I do not need your applause or recognition to validate my myriad talents.
Yeah. I’ll be like that from now on. True it has nothing to do with confidence and everything to do with self-doubt. I have plenty of that.
Of course, it all sounds cooler in German.
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