You don’t grow it, you wash away all that’s not gold
I’m in a pretty enviable position in life where, for the most part, get to cherry pick my clients. If I don’t like a client, I don’t take their work.
However, my issue’s that I have to work with support staff of other parties that I don’t necessarily like to deal with. As I get older, find that my tolerance for total horses__t gets lower and lower.
Recently got into a heated argument with someone that was plainly wrong on the law.
I find the more explaining one has to do, the less likely what’s being said is the truth. After a few hours of wasting time, just had to get on with my life and told her such.
The worst lies in the world, I think, are the lies we tell ourselves about ourselves.
Female: (irritated) Who you do think you are? I’m trying to help.
Me: I think I’m the guy that’s right here. And miss, are you trying to help our mutual client or yourself?
Leo Tolstoy once said that, Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, by washing away from it that is not gold.
Man, I miss wrasslin. It’s gross, sweaty, stinky, and gross (did I say that?)
But it’s also pure. If something doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. You can’t explain it away, you can’t cover it up.
You can always land a lucky punch in boxing, you can’t land a lucky clinch or armbar.
And as gross as wrasslin is, it’s less gross than the often piles of horses__t I find I have to wade through sometimes.