The Practical Guide to Thinking Like Me

Seeing things?

After awhile working with startups and businesses, you start seeing things.  And you're strangely right at times and strangely wrong not that it mattered.

Delusions are merely reality pending.

I love writing about delusion.  

I firmly believe it one of the greatest god skills were given.  What we think isn't crazy, its merely on the edge of next.  Our reality pending is present right now, in all time, ever so.  

Driving home from the event another brain storm occurred in my mind as I attempted to text and not kill myself.  I hate losing a good thought.

Everyone has a future but not everyone can build it.

Perhaps this is why I exist.  I'm a connecting current for a would be dreamer.  I often ask myself ... "What is it that I really do?" .  I wonder sometimes.  Perhaps I'm like the Pensive in Harry Potter.  But instead of looking into memories I merely help you realize the connections in the very ideas, flows and future thoughts you present to me.

How the humanistic pursuit of next is a causality problem.

Theres a one liner I wonder what it's about.  That statement nearly caused me to hit the wall on interstate 270, but I had to get it down.

In biz its all about the why now..

It's not about why that idea, or why that tech, or why that customer.  Sure those are important to a degree, but the real why is deeply emotional now. It's in you.  Why this, why you, why now?  

Do you ever ponder your timeline?   I'm always asked to ponder peoples timelines, futures- future choice taken with this tech, this attitude, this marketing direction, this choice.  

I often can't turn it off.

a memory unfolds..

"I'm gonna be vet..." she said next to me nursing a cherry bomb.  

The bar was bleek and I was in my end rotation of the day.  I often go to a bar and gel, process some thoughts, ponder ale or two. I have habit of talking to anyone and everyone.

She was a perky brunette, alone and in the zone I suppose.  She was waiting on her friends for happy hour.  She saw my note book and asked me what i was doodling. I like to draw and scribble and really just make lists. 

Our chatter started with the usual, the awkward silence, the salvo of strangeness eager to over the weirdness of two humans who don't each other to start the conversation.  My center, my better self pings my subconscious for a quick check.. are we flirting?  No, this i conversation.  Flirting comes with elevated sense of connection, we're not flirting.  Back to the vet..

"Vet eh?  Love animals, awesome, I love cats myself.." I rambled.  

By now I've seen cat lady's love cats and women love dogs.  If you're ever gonna start dating I told myself staring at my wedding band, you need a dog.  

"Yep i mean its time, saving up for that, pursing it etc, I got time ya know..." she said blushing or was that a pho blushing?  

The subconsciousness pinged my central core--- is she flirting?  I think so I could hear the team in my mind rallying looking for the next one liner gem to to fling out.  And so goes the simple connection amongst humans.

"You look 23 to me, lots of time."  I said, reminding myself I'm old and this seriously out of reach.  I go back into mentor mode, the old wise man.

"Oh no I'm 28.  First I save up and then I'll do the time and graduate and it's gonna be great!" she said jumping out of her chair and greeting two other gals as she left my orbit and proceeded to a near by table, all women, all drinking.  Notably, few young guys in the bar.  

I once was at a happy hour in an Italian restaurant meeting a client on a health care concept.  We had a great conversation and my laugh is kinda loud and always gets eyes and nods and people sort of drift my way.. who's that man laughing, laugh with me they say.  At the end of the meeting it dawned on me that everyone in that bar was a woman.  Where was my younger self right now?  How is it I missed this key critical piece of information when i was growing up- women love to drink, they love a good social.

Society today, we're more separated that what the networks would like us to believe.  

Returning to the soon to be vet gal, she'll do fine I wonder packing up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and doing the math on the way out.  28 + 1.5 years to save + 3-5 years for degree + 2 years to earn place, so by the time she's 36 she'll be on the true path.  Do i tell her that?  Who says i'm even right? No one told me, I had to earn it too.  Does knowing the timeline create less savor in the sweet, sour and salt of it?   

the memory closes

Why's.

They're personal.  Why you're married to guy or gal, its complicated.  Why you do what you do- is it really just for money?  No, you made a choice.

In todays complex society, our privacy is eroding.  Soon the next frontier will be to analyze the why of what you did, and rely less on an inference engine of AI sensors that attempt to gleam a would be 88% accurate profile of you.  What technology doesn't know and will never know really, is that realize that you're fucking complicated.

We like to think we're easy.  

Its a defense mechanism.  We don't deserve the credit of complexity.  We cast it off like a skin.  We embrace the math, or the simple notions, all the while regretting or irrational and somewhat conflicted self.  Its easier.  

Research your inner why's.  Why you start.  Why you do, and make not of them.  Realize your why's are part of a deeper story as what and who you are, and this thing you're attempting to make is merely a cast of skin of your own personal momentum.