I felt the icy cold familiarity of proliferated small talk. The sense of needing to prove yourself through a conversation meant for strategy and help. Then came the lies.
Then came my favorite of time all, “I bought your book.”
No, you didn’t. I can check to see if someone’s made a book purchase. Obviously, for someone trying to be in my corner, you haven’t been paying attention. Traffic is driven to my website. And the book you pretended to buy is now an animated series, with so much more to come.
I don’t need your pity.
I need your respect.
I felt it though. Through the screen. I had this nagging inkling something wasn’t right. Speaking what you supposedly did with no proof. The technology for screenshots has existed for a longtime. I recanted my prancing with Rockefeller, and she doubled down with not one but two kids that have chronic illnesses.
Okay. What do we say to that?
I mentioned the interviews, the success, the walking away. Somehow, magically, she had a similar story 🤔
It isn’t just me. Others are far more talented and further ahead. But I don’t glean off of them. I do my own thing. I am where I am…because that’s where I am. I’m also in a league of my own. It isn’t complicated.
For as far as I’ve gotten and for as much as I’ve done…you don’t have to lie to me 😂 maybe find someone on your level instead of piggybacking on someone light years ahead of you.