Of all the awful things in this world, the one that I think stands alone as the worst is uncertainty.
Today, a young woman sat down next to me.
Ok, no big deal.
5 seconds later, she stood up, walked 10 feet away, and sat there instead.
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ABOUT?
Immediately, even if she had no malintent, I cannot stop pondering the possibilities.
Do I smell? I don’t think that’s possible; I have the best possible knockoff that money can buy of Pierce Brosnan’s signature cologne.
Was I breathing too heavily? Occasionally, when I get tired, I tend to growl a bit when I breathe. Did she think I was going to attack her? I may growl, but I don’t bite.
Do I just give off a general vibe of smugness? Maybe my entire aura is just total dogsh*t.
I still don’t know why she sat elsewhere. Maybe, she thought she’d have more space to move her legs around freely there.
This uncertainty is sitting in my stomach like a chunk of radioactive graphite just recently burst out of a Soviet-Era Ukrainian RBMK reactor core.
And it’s way more than 3.6 roentgen…
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
