It's 9AM
I grade on a scale.
It's tough sometimes because I put so much of myself out there via books and blogs and vlogs.
I might copy and paste my daily critics and criticism to send to you sometime so you will see just how much shit I deal with.
Except I don't deal with it.
Because people are allowed to have their dumb opinions.
Uninformed opinions.
Especially since I filter them first through a criteria.
That starts with has this person run a 100 mile race and under 30 hours?
If the answer is yes then I will actually listen to what they have to say.
Enough for them to go to the next level of criticism which is have they run a 100 mile race in under 24 hours?
If that answer is yes I will listen to them maybe.
Because then they have to satisfy the criteria of running three 100 mile races within an 11-month period that includes six more 50 mile races.
If the answer is no they have not… well I'm probably not going to listen to a word they have to say.
Because on top of that there is the criteria of are they a best-selling author in three genres?
Are they a six-figure executive who has grown up so poor they couldn't spell poor because they couldn't afford the O and the r.
Have they slept in their car?
Have they skipped sleep and walked around all night because they were waiting for the sun to come up?
Have they been to an African country?
Have they been anywhere besides the little bubble that most of us grow up and stay in for the majority of our lives?
I know the answers to these questions because I ask a lot of questions.
Everybody I mean I ask a ton of questions.
Mostly because I'm curious.
Probably because I'm insecure a little bit and because I grew up super poor with the bad homelife that I wouldn't really wish on anyone, those questions are devised.
They are a weaning process.
A weaning process to determine if I should listen to them for their advice, or glean anything I can learn from them.
I know, I know, it seems almost manipulative.
To ask people questions so that I can learn how to be a better person.
I don't really have an answer for that.
Maybe it is manipulative.
But is it chaotic good?
Or chaotic evil?
Because I don't mean any harm by asking questions to learn something.
If I'm asking questions and trying to learn it is because I see something that I want to adopt or adapt or borrow or beg so that I can be more like that person.
Except.
Because of the things I've been through, the experiences I have experienced, it takes a lot for me to listen.
And I’ll listen to almost anybody.
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