So, my flight back was mostly uneventful. Slept part of the way, read “Leadership Without Easy Answers” during the rest. Good book. Recommended to our commendable new elected official to the north,
One thought from looking out the windows, another from the book.
1) Flying into phoenix, I thought the rock outcroppings were really cool and the city looked kinda neat. But looking at the organization of the urban fabric, the pervasive “suburban style housing pod, pool at the center, one way out for the car, with occasional big box/huge parking lot commercial entities” stuff, I could tell from the air that I’d probably be very sad living there.
2) In the book, he makes a huge distinction between influence and leadership. Influence is accomplishing what one desires. Leadership is guiding people to confront and manage their fundamental conflicts. It’s a very interesting book thus far, and I strongly recommend it to everyone, but especially Aaron. It has a great section briefly discussing primate behavior patterns, dominance, deference, and what not. Thinking about it made me wonder how my own reactions to influence worked. I think I still have some of the reflexive envy/anger/fear reaction to the “popular people”. That’s a bit of a problem there, makes for unsmooth interactions with such.
When I got back, I started chatting with another phoenix resident, lj-er, former roommate to
Jeez… turn your back for ONE minute and some faggots start talkin bout ya.
Why am I not surprised.
HI TOM!! *tells you that Windows 3.0 was the BEST os ever*
HI LAURA!! *pinches your juggs*
HI AARON!! *puffs – puffs – passes*
You wrote: “…I think I still have some of the reflexive envy/anger/fear reaction to the “popular people”. That’s a bit of a problem there, makes for unsmooth interactions with such… “
I think you’re just bitter because you didn’t make head cheerleader in high school and have been taking out your repressed anger ever since. You shouldn’t have envy/anger/fear towards those people, however, simply understand and accept that they are smarter, prettier, and better than you are and nothing you can ever do can change that. heheh J/K
Unfortuately the only way I’ve found to eliminate that sensation of “OH MY GOD… I hate you!!” around popular people is to be certain that your coolness is far more icey in comparison so that they get frostbite.
You should hang out with me… I’ll store you in my crisper and the rebrandgerator is ALWAYS dialed up to 9.
The actual moral to this little rant, however, is confidence…