Public Speaking Isn’t One Fear. Ask Jackson
I would not be able to stroll casually through some parts of town for fear of getting mugged. Great comment, Anonymous — I agree. Fear levels change depending on context. If I walk safely through…
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You’re Not Afraid of Speaking
“Fear nothing, except public speaking.” That would be an honest tattoo. You could get it in cursive, slightly obscuring the last part. I once had a debilitating fear of heights. Through conditioning and obstinacy I…
Ditch the Fluff: Zap Sterile Speak and Unleash Commandos of Clarity
I stumbled across this old pic where uhm… Ok, I can’t remember what we were doing, or why. But I’m sure the language, instructing us what to do, was clear, even if our execution wasn’t.…
When You Don’t Know What to Do
This photo was taken two days ago. We prepared ourselves.Windows checked.Loose things secured. And then… a few scattered raindrops.Not every dark cloud is a harbinger of doom. But on other days,the wind does arrive.And when…
Don’t Drown Without Humor: Embrace Life’s Absurdity
We live in a world where people start online wars about whether the Earth is flat while ordering GPS-guided pizza. You can’t parody that. The parody’s already built in. We treat everything like serious projects:…
The Myth of Healthy Conflict: Confrontation Builds. Conflict Bleeds.
“Healthy Conflict” is a Lie Leaders Tell to Avoid the Knife “Healthy conflict.” That corporate sermon. Utter garbage. Conflict isn’t healthy. It’s corrosive. It poisons trust, pits egos against each other, and leaves teams bleeding…
Last Sermon of the Managerial God.
Every messiah has to die. I watched a new managerial god fly in, and while the wrapped coupe was cooling in the basement, he gathered the middle-management saints, who in turn assembled the sinners. Together,…
The Silent Machine Room Prayer
I really just wanted a coffee that Friday evening, not a sermon. The sign read, “All welcome,” so I assumed I was part of “all” and entered. A conscript’s first three-day pass is sacred. That…
THE DEATH OF CONNECTION: Commenting on the Menu, Ignoring the Meal
Do you know people who wander into a restaurant, glance at the menu, comment on every item, and then leave, telling everyone outside what they saw? Worse, some post it online, and the echo chamber…
Talking back to Sunday anxiety: No, the ceiling ain’t collapsing
Yeah, I experience Sunday anxiety because it drills into my mind, saying, “You need to do something now. Why are you resting?” Somewhere, the term linear dread surfaced. It’s an insidious message calling me to…