Do you now understand the wisdom in the phrase: Itâs not as important that I succeed, as it is that my friends fail?
Itâs all around you â everywhere you look. Maybe even in your mirror.
Is my story true? Maybe. It could be. I certainly wouldnât be the first to go down that road. How about you? Could you see yourself in the things I talked about?
What if it is true, unembellished, the gospel. What if itâs only partly true? What if itâs a pack of lies â just another figment of my imagination.
Let me really use my imagination â let me really put it to work imagining what some of you went through as you read what I had to say.
I imagine that some of you want it to be true â need it to be true. Need to know that someone, anyone is worse off than you are.
I imagine that some of you are afraid that itâs true. Afraid that if it happened to me, it could happen to you.
Am I getting warm?
People love to witness someone elseâs misery. They will deny it, but itâs why they slow down to gawk at a traffic accident. The sight of blood, the smell of guts strewn on the pavement. With luck, the sound of a human being crying out in agony.
But hereâs the real bitch â only I know for sure how much, if any of the story is true. Only I know why I posted it. But there is a benefit to be had here â each of you got exactly what you wanted from it. Everyoneâs favorite pain in the ass (no names, please) came away vindicated â he thinks that there is an even bigger loser then he on the board. A couple others got a chance to offer advice â well, not so much advice as reinforcement of the things they tell themselves. And there was a lecture or two - â again, self-serving.
And tomorrow is another day. If I am for real, you may yet get everything you want â the complete and utter destruction of a namelees, faceless human being, right before your very eyes.