If that’s too complex a question, then who are you spending quarantine with?
Are they wildly successful, dangerous, hyper-intelligent people? Or the regular hoi polloi? There’s nuthin wrong with average people, per se, except that average people tend to just make you average.
Who you spend time with is why you sit where you sit and someone else sits where they sit.
Ideally, you want to be able to sit at any table you want.
Years ago, I realized that I was hanging out with people that weren’t going anywhere with their lives. Most were fine, they were looking to get into some middle-level white collar job, make six-figures in some name-brand firm, and provide a good life for themselves and their kids.
Nuthin wrong with that.
But, at the time, I wanted to be amazing. And I took a hard look at the people that I spent the most amount of time with. I wanted:
- friends that were wildly successful, physically (Health)
- friends that were wildly successful, financially (Wealth)
- friends that were wildly successful, socially (Relationships)
So, I got rid of the dead weight and added on people that could help me be who I knew I could be.
The thing is, I genuinely like and appreciate alla these friends. But, you gotta care about someone, why not have it be someone that’s at the top of their game?
Pac joked once that I have a need to be a mentor and that’s not wholly accurate. What I have is an internal desire for equity; to wit, I feel a need to pay it forward.
Chad’s been coming by lately and teaching me BJJ; in return for a much lower hourly rate, I help him understand finances.
Me: …and that’s compound investing.
Him: (quiet) Wow. I never knew that. I’m blown away.
Me: (nodding) To paraphrase Denzel: There’re only two types of people in the world. The trained and the untrained. Be trained.
I met someone else, who lives in the middle of nowhere Brooklyn, recently whom I teach more general things about relationships and health.
Me: Try to eat mainly protein, fat, and fiber and stay outta the sun.
Me: Do you know Shaquille O’Neal?
Her: Of course, why?
Me: He’s one year older than I am. I’m 47.
Me: (nodding) Try to eat mainly protein, fat, and fiber and stay outta the sun. Here’s a vocabulary book I read as a kid. It’ll help you with your career when the world starts again.