In full disclosure? Being the Giver seems… gross to Me, personally. On the Receiving side of things? “Yes please! Sign Me up!” [N: pun totally intended]
I have a saying – which always triggered My most recent Wife so I refrain from saying it out loud anymore – that She has “d#ck-sucking lips.” And the She in that sentence doesn’t just point to Her specifically – literally every Woman I pass on the street gets the TECH evaluation. It’s the shape – sorta heart-shaped, just the barest hint of pucker, right in the middle…
Yeah. If I was the chick? The last thing I would ever wanna do is stick the Guy’s – any Guy’s, for that matter – c@ck in My mouth. No way, Jose! And when They shoot? Spitter, for sure.
I’m lucky to be a Guy TBH. I absolutely acknowledge it. “Privilege” is a total thing! [N: again, pun intended] And Anyone who tries to say otherwise is lying. [N: Yes, this is an actual Opinion, right here]
But this Story isn’t about any of that… it’s not about physical f#cking at all, TBH. It’s about the Head [N: TECH] and the Heart. [N: PASSION]
I attended a virtual Town Hall recently, where I heard the Guy Running the Show [N: the Executive] say something about wanting His Team – the air-quotes ‘Leadership Team’ – to ‘be equal parts head & heart.’
Yeah, I call BS.
I’m sure Adam meant it – I Connected with Him enough to know this statement, as He intended it to be received, was actually very authentic for Him personally – but here’s the rub. The details. The Devil.
“Just because I want something to be a certain way does not guarantee I will get it.”
Making Staff at My organization – imagining Myself as CEO – feel “Safe” and that they belong here and have a future here all depends on How good I am at Influencing this belief in Their SB, collectively. If I don’t walk My talk? If I Myself – judged by My Own behavior and words and deeds – have lost the plot? Who would possibly believe I was being Truthful?
My Answer: I wouldn’t believe You. Not only would I Not believe You? Imma probably stop listening to anything You say. I’ll probably just continue to do “the bare minimum” for as long as it suits Me to, until I hop like a little Bunny Rabbit off to My next bill-paying gig.
That whole “I have an Open Door policy” business? Imma test those fences. I’m gonna see if Your money is where Your mouth is. Is it kissing My cheek like a lover? Or is it wrapped around My d@ck like a hooker? [N: No offense to Vivian & all the other Pretty Women out there]
It only takes one IRL Experience – ONE – to spoil the bunch. One bad apple to ruin the rest of the applies. And No, I am not obligated to give You any credit for past results – even the stock market offers no guarantees that this bull market will continue. It’s a risk You & Everyone Else must take. And You can label Me “mean” and say “I’m being unfair” all You want, DR-slash-TECH. That saying “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder” applies here. “Call Me Beholder, M#therf#cker!”
And at the same time? Every Other Person – Pearl-Clutchers, the lot of them – will blame Me for this. I’m “too sensitive” or I “can’t take a joke” or “You shouldn’t say things like that or feel this way or-or-or…”
Yeah, I already stopped listening. It started sounding like blah blah blah to Me; the Teacher in those Peanuts cartoons from back in the day. That’s what PASSION starts hearing, inside My head, when Somebody – Anybody, any Other Person – is trying to gas-light Me. [N: gas-light = tell Me how to feel about My Own IRL Experience]
So to You I say this: STFU. Or – more accurately for IRL Me – I vanish in a puff of smoke. Maybe not physically, because I can’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. I mean, I still gotta eat! But PASSION has now left the building. And You are stuck with TECH, cold unfeeling bastard.
You wanted Head, DR? You’re getting it.
You just aren’t gonna like it, much.
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Conner’s Comments: Some Folks – Rookies, IMO – because Their Own triggers spiral them outta control will go shoot something. [N: Wow, Moron. You Are Stupid!] Me? I started out being an Excellent Employee, and even through I’m making My moves to bail [N: underneath the water line, true] I remain an Excellent Employee. But… it feels different, to the Others. The friendly banter, the Good Mornings, the how was Your weekend, the interest in Your Life outside of this sandbox? Gone. The drawbridge is now firmly shut. Which explains Why I am job-hunting: PASSION doesn’t wanna be here anymore. And I back PASSION up in this instance.