On many occasions, after meeting successful, well-connected professionals, I have arranged meetings with them in an effort to advance my own personal initiatives. I think people with a hard-on for diplomacy call that, “Networking”.
While my ultimate goal was money or access to people with money, timing was often such that my immediate goal was collecting relevant, actionable advice easily converted into tactical moves that were likely to increase my odds of acquiring cash.
It turns out that 5 nines really is the gold standard; in 99.999% of those “meetings”, I received no such advice.
What I got was platitudes, self-indulgent philosophy, autobiographical blather fit for an incontinent pensioner, and a week’s supply of bullshit to spoon out of my ears while I repeatedly scribbled “no wonder aliens hate us so much in movies” in my day planner.
I took a vow to never shower such nauseating excrement over any of my friends, colleagues or readers. In fact, I vowed to impart, where I was able, only the opposite: bullshit-free perspective, insight and advice.
I never said it would be my advice.
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