And life isn’t going to be better until you say it out loud. Write me and I’ll give you my book for free. Step two is: “become the luckiest person”. You’re wrong all the time so just start doing the opposite of what you’ve always been doing.įor once, for just once, take responsibility for your own actions Take responsibility for your anger, for your sadness, for you poverty, for your failures. If it bothers you so much, don’t read that blog. Every day all I hear from you is about the government and the banks and Obama. You think they are so happy? Dick Fuld blames Jamie Dimon who blames Hank Paulson who probably blames Bush who blames Bernanke who blames Andrew Cuomo who blames Bill Clinton who probably blames Hilary but is scared to say it. You think, I’m so glad I’m not going home to whatever lousy life they have.Īnd what about you? Why are you always blaming the government for all of your problems? Who cares about bailouts and Goldman Sachs and “the Bernank” and all the CEOs who are firing everyone while taking mega-millions in salaries. And when people walk down the street you think to yourself, I’m glad I’m not them. And maybe even small tumors that are now starting to pop up in your brain but too small to see in a test.
You’re an animal made of dirt and skin and tiny bacteria crawling all over you, and diseases and infections you don’t even know about it.
You’re no good for her and its your fault.”īecause what do you have to offer? What advice can you possibly give her that can help? She’s better than you.Īnd why did you listen to your friend’s stock advice? Why did you listen to anyone? And why did you think suing someone can solve your happiness and give you a better life? And why do you give advice. “Your advice is going to make no sense and no matter what she did, you deserve whatever it is you got, I assume you had a horrible weekend with her where you guys broke hearts, and one person cried on the floor, and you both scratched each other, and remembered three good moments from years ago, and fought, and screamed, and tore, and police were called on.
I couldn’t even pretend to be interested and he knows who he is as he reads this. “Here’s the advice I have for my ex, Sarah”, my friend was about to tell me. I was encouraged to mourn the loss of the money as if I were mourning the loss of a loved one and then move on. That girl you loved so much you would’ve killed for her had an abortion and then dumped you.Īnyone who reads this blog knows I’ve lost a lot of money at different points. Your ex-husband stopped paying child support. Now you are suing them and they are declaring bankruptcy to avoid paying you. You listened to those guys on that investment opportunity. They never were going to refinance your house. I should never have listened to that guy. But man, the most I ever made on a day was 5,000. I knew for sure the odds were zero he was going to shoot me in that bookstore. A man with a gun just came up to me, identified me by name, and told me about a guy (possibly me) who told him about a stock and then his entire daytrading career was ruined. Then I lost 10,000 dollars when some guy told me about a stock. You can discount psychology all you want, but something deep from my childhood had me scared for a second. “Are you James.I don’t remember your last name.
It said, “Police Department” on a blue patch on his shirt. “Sir?” He was clearly NYPD and not bookstore security. I was guilty then so I must be guilty now. It brought back memories of being nine years old, the store manager at the Kay-Bee Toy & Hobby Shop asking me to go into the back-office so they could “arrest” me for hiding six packs of football cards in my winter-coat. When a cop approaches you so many things go through your mind. At Barnes & Noble at Union Square a cop approached me, “Sir?” right after I walked in.