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Go to the mirror and look at your reflection.
Oh, yeah *jokingly*
Now I'm going to describe a stituation to you. You ready?
*Nods*
Its the future. You're forty years old. Can you imagine that?
Yeah
You're forty years old and you're a failure as an aritist. I mean you haven't completely stopped fighting, you haven't completely given up the ghost, but it's been years and years and your work hasn't achieved any real acclaim-
I don't care about acclaim just as long as I get to keep working
Of course which is why you haven't quit, but today you're feeling particularly fragile. It's morning and you're getting dressed for work.
Where do I work?
You work for your uncle selling cars in New Jersey
Wow...*sarcasm*
It's a long commute; you're running late.
I'm a cars salesman-
Used cars
Oh...
Now this is where you have to use your imagination what you're wearing. Look at yourself. Imagination that your wearing a Dress shirt, boxers, Black socks and nothing else. And you're tying your tie
I don't know how to tie a tie
Exactly you never learned how, that's why you need me to help you.
And who are you Louise? Are you my wife?
I am. I'm your wife and usually I tie your ties and I hang them on the door knob so all you have to do is slip them over your head, but I forgot today, so, you need my help. And here's another thing you have to imagine; you've gotten chubby over the years... and your hair is starting to thin. Can you imagine that?
Yeah
And today is one of those days where you look in the mirror and wonder if you have any *beep* purpose at all in life. You're having a moment of serious doubt.
I'm scared
You're terrified, you're terrified
And here I am, I'm standing behind you and I'm tying your tie. You, a grown man in your boxers and black socks. I'm standing here like your mother, and I look down at your stomach and you have love handles, and they're oozing out over you boxers and I reach down and I grab them and give them a jiggle and say, "Darling, Why don't you take up jogging?" Imagine me saying that to you, just like that; sing-song, Like a joke.
And what do I say?
Nothing, you say nothing. There is nothin you can say. You just have to stand there until I finish. You just have to suck it up.
That's pretty harsh.
You bet, and guess what? That's just the tip of the iceberg.






Thanks guys, you really came through in a big way....
Any way, I've posted it for anyone else who wanted it.