So let’s call a thing a thing. In this case, the thing is that I haven’t written on this site since just before last Christmas. If this site were a job, I would have been fired for job abandonment. If this site were a plant of mine, it would have long since died from neglect, or gotten mad, mutated into a swamp monster and eaten me. If this site was a web site and needed to be updated regularly to mean anything and be effective…
Who are you when you walk into the room? When you really walk into the room -- the networking event, the dinner party, the sales meeting, the company picnic. Who are you? To differing degrees, we all have different versions of ourselves. Speaking for myself -- mostly to avoid sounding like a psychology lecture I’m not qualified to give -- I adopt looser, more casual behaviors around close friends and at home with my family, and a more formal and professional demeanor when performing my work duties.
And as the boundaries between career and home and self blur, or even vanish altogether for me, I find an increasing need to project confidence. To ask for what I want. To be myself. The 15-year old version of me would cringe if he saw who I’ve become. From wallflower to aping Don Draper is a big jump. To push shyness aside and reach for your slice of a larger world is exciting, fun. A challenge. We all need a cheerleader like Vince Vaughn is to Jon Favreau in this clip.
“When you go up to talk to her, man -- I don’t want you to be like the guy in the PG-13 everyone’s really hopin’ makes it happen.
“I want you to be like the guy in the rated R movie, you know? The guy you’re not sure whether or not you like yet; you’re not sure where’s he’s coming from. You’re a bad man, you’re a bad man, you’re a bad man. A bad man.”
