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I believe there are only two types of people in the world - the watchers and the doers. Oh, and those that think they are one, but are really the other.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Soapy

I have just realised that in my first post I have promised not to get the soap box out and rant about anything I happen not to approve of. But guess what? I'm human and therefore prone to changing my mind.

A lot that I call injustice plagues my mind. If it weren't for the likes those that try to fight for a good world, we would all still be in the Dark Ages.

"Wake up and smell the coffins, Rob, in many ways we are" - I hear you say.

Degrees Of Delusion

How often do people get caught out thinking that their case is special? Businesses, or any organisations in need of some kind of advertising for that matter, need to make the customer feel like they are the only one worthy of attention. Make no mistake, this is simply a ruse, albeit a necessary one that keeps businesses afloat and organisations in people's minds.

The only thing I ask is that when the customer is in that moment of glory, treat them how you would like to be treated yourself. Yes, they may have made the purchase already, but not only will they come back and get their friends to be customers for you, but it makes life just that little more bearable for all of us.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Riding The Waves Of Despondency

It is a rather sad fact of life that depression hits everyone - some more often than others admittedly. Without the occasional reality check, majority of us would have remained inane idiots incapable of controlling our emotions.

I have made no secret of my tendency to spiral inwards. What makes it difficult to accept is that I do not always have a reason. Perhaps it will forever be the cross I'm destined to bear. Perhaps it makes me more human, perhaps less so. I do not understand it nor can ever accept it fully, but have definitely learned to live with it, however painful.

Now one thing must be made absolutely clear: I do not for one moment believe that it is solely my singular predicament - this is precicely my point. We all are sufferers in some degree. And the only credible medicine for this illness of the soul is real love of another human being, but do I really need to state that?