Yet Another Random Bloviation

I have a friend, whom we’ll call Mark, because that’s his name as I’ve previously discussed, that I simply don’t understand. I could make a list here, however, I’ll proceed to delineate in a grammatical manner, as opposed to the Modern Major General. One day I’ll record that song for you. Beware. Or….

In an attempt to stay on topic, as I do indeed have one, he’s one of the people in my life that I’ve known the longest. Met him in high school, actually. He was a grade behind me, however, as I was a year ahead of myself, he’s slightly older than I am. By all accounts, especially, bank, he’s more successful than I am, as he has more money. Enough to the point where I approached him for a donation for this year’s 168 Project film.

And that’s where the confusion started. And, for the most part, continues.

He called me today, and we had almost the same exact conversation we had the last time. He’s telling me how he’s a day trader now, and looking at Apple at around $227 a share. I asked him what he’s going to do with all his money, and he said simply, “I’m going to make more money.” Ok, then what about after that? He told me he bought a new car, that has only 203 miles on it. That would be fine if he bought it last week, however, this was apparently right after our last conversation almost 2 months ago.

I again solicit a donation for 168 Project films, as I’ve decided that at least for me, this needs to be a year round ministry. He politely explains that he’s not into church as I should know, to which I simply reply, “It’s not about church, it’s about filmmaking.” This really didn’t get me anywhere, so I pressed on, “What are you going to do with all your money???” Make more, came the same reply. Now, he still lives in a one bedroom apartment, and furthermore, tells me he has no friends.

I am, as I stated above, confused.

Money at its base, is a tool. Its value is whatever you believe it to be worth. In and of itself, your dollar bill is really a fancily printed by the government piece of paper, that most have agreed can be traded for goods or services. I was having a conversation with Warren Whitlock about this recently. Is your time worth money? I bill myself at $150 an hour, minimum 2, meaning that I value my 24 hour day at roughly $3600. Which is now, my speaking rate. There’s a rider attached that you probably can’t meet, therefore, I’m destined to not receive any speaking engagements….

But this isn’t about me.

I simply pointed out that Mark is going to grow old and die alone, unless he does something with his money. He apparently decided a long time ago, that he’s ok with this. My guess is that this conversation that I had today will preclude him from calling me for another three or four months, so I won’t have to have the same exact conversation again.

Adjust your expectations accordingly.

Having Already Tried Different…

As Seth Godin suggests, I have to say, my failure rate was smaller, however, I still failed. I guess having high expectations isn’t always the answer. The Law!!! enforces itself at the strangest times. All roads don’t necessarily lead to Rome, or any other city for that matter. Some of them are dead ends. However, you can’t know that, unless there’s a signpost stating such. “At the signpost up ahead, your next stop, The Twilight Zone!!!” As Rod Serling used to narrate.

Remembering that if things were different, they wouldn’t be the same, and that I’m unique, just like everybody else, I submit to you the following: I’ve been put on a path by whomever you believe is a divine entity, and I firmly believe I’ve been put there to do great things. It’s just that sometimes, you get knocked down, therefore, you should get back up again.

But what if you can’t?

Well, that’s a problem.

Not really, simply ask for help. The key is in knowing who to ask, when, and for what kind of help. An offer of help is different. If you receive an offer of help, make sure there are no conditions. And make sure they’re offering to help you, and not in reality, themselves.

I’m pretty sure if I ruminate some more, all of this will make sense, however, there’re no guarantees. Sometimes, one must bloviate all the bad writing, in order to create genius, however, most of the time, it’s simply bloviation. And the dictionary still doesn’t have this word in it, even though, does.

Where were we? As always, I’m in Redondo Beach. It may or may not matter where you are. Where are you going? My acting coach used to ask that whenever someone rushed him. The question itself has several implications, which I could spell out for you, if you’d like. The sense I always took was, “Your career in the industry is already there. You won’t get there any faster.” Now of course, the industry in this case is, the business, however, your industry may vary.

So, in conclusion, you haven’t been put on the wrong path. You may however be spinning in place. Don’t get dizzy, as two things will happen, maybe more if I were into lists, however, you’ll lose your balance, AND it may take you longer to get where you’re going. Stay the course. Move ahead. Try to detect it. It’s not too late.

Wow, Devo flashback. Oh, that’s right, we’re in the 80’s again, as everything happens in 30 year cycles.

Adjust your expectations accordingly.