Well-rounded individuals are loved by those, well, around them. But well-rounded individuals lack a point.
Stars have a point, and they use that point to poke and jab anything around them in order to break through to the collective conscious. But stars lack close relationships.
Can you prioritize your point over people? Do you want to be a star?
The backseat was scary. He was used to driving, or at least riding shotgun.
He wasn’t scared they would lose control, or even that they’d leave him at a gas station one day when he went in for a soda. (At least that would force his hand.)
No, what scared him was that when they made it, he’d feel even worse about himself. That he’d look back on the entire trip as a waste of time.
The car was going places though, so perhaps he could find a way to feel useful and enjoy the ride.
It was a flipped lucid dream. I knew I was awake, and yet, the dream was in control. Blowing me this way and that.
It was mostly good, but when I asked Alexa to change the soundtrack that robot wouldn’t listen to me. I probably wasn’t pronouncing her name right. Or maybe the neon lights got in the way.
“He kept saying, ‘Be Here Now’ and when I asked, ‘Be where now?’ He kept giving me those stupid answers like, ‘The only place you can be, here and now.’
I bought his book and everything. Nothing!
It pisses me off, because I’m genuinely putting in a lot of effort to become enlightened and stuff.’
“Ohh Hmm, have you ever tried imagining an arc of positive energy running from the middle of your forehead, down through the center of your skull, opening your throat as it passes into your chest, where it then expands to form an inner cage of positivity that stops your worries, wants and fears from bubbling up to the surface?”
“Hey, I’m here now. I gotta go. I’ll call you back once I’m out.”
“What are you doing?”
“Drinking my way to sadness.”
“Sadness helps me write.”
“Why do you need to write?”
“Writing makes me happy.”
The flower grows on your wrist, inside your smart watch.
The point is to keep the flower alive by keeping it in the sunshine. Sunshine is created by happy thoughts. Happy thoughts are induced through mediation, which is tracked through an EEG headband, and exercise, which is tracked through the smart watch itself. (Steps, calories, pulse etc.)
Our mission is to make everyone feel more happy and connected. To turn everyone into Digital Flowers.™ To do this we are seeking a seed investment of $1.2 Million.
The first thing to do is chill out. You need to overcome the panic so that you can deal with the problem.
Slow your breathing, plan your exit. If you flail and grab you’ll break all of the ice around you, making an escape that much more difficult.
Once you find your calm, it’s time to take definitive action. Lay your torso out on the rim of the ice, spreading your weight over a wide surface area. Pull with your elbows and forearms as you kick with your legs – propelling yourself out of the hole.
Once you’re out, don’t stand up and run, but rather remain flat and roll toward solid ground.
Once you’re safe, take off your clothes.
The role of the audience is expanded. Or diminished. Whichever way you want to look at it.
The band plays from the crowd and the cameras sit on top of the screen filming. It’s a massive selfie.
Instagram, Facebook, YouTube — the real success stories involve everyone. Everyone is the audience, everyone is the performer.
There may be stars and leaders, but ultimately, we’re all in charge of the show.
“Esse quam videri” – To be, rather than to seem
“You’re giving the gift of self confidence and in return your sales will increase by 18.2%.”
“But won’t they feel duped when they look in their normal mirror at home?”
“Duped? No. Besides, the industry return rate is only 8%. Even if these mirrors increase returns slightly it’s still a net positive for your business.”
“Yeah… I guess… how do they work anyway?”
“Well, we take the glass and bend it slightly inward, not enough to give it the fun house effect, but enough of a curvature to make someone naturally appear 5 to 10 pounds lighter. All your customers notice is how good they look in your clothes. So what do you say? Should I put you down for an order of 10? One for each dressing room?”
She started with her face. That’s where she felt it most. Well, maybe, but it was too risky to cut into her chest.
The cage would sit an inch behind her skin like an internal cast.
The cage was meant to hold back the pressure. She couldn’t take any more of the pressure. Desire would slam into the inside of her skull and give her headaches. All of her blood would rush to the front of her body, driving her forward in a horizontal free fall toward god knows what. It had to stop.
She had tried giving into desire, obtaining what it wanted (when she knew what it wanted) but that only awoke stronger desires. Worse headaches.
Now, on the brink of insanity, she was cutting into her face. Building a cage to keep tomorrow at bay. Goals, worries, wants, all of it, quiet and contained an inch below the surface.
It would be painful. But if it worked. It would be worth it.
She couldn’t take any more of the pressure.