Thursday, 16 May 2019

17/5/19 ###The Blind Apek and Cik Siti


Baby I feel like a million buck today.  I missed the run and I skipped OMAD.  Oh well, I'll get to it.  I don't feel like doing it today.

How are you doing Sarah?  Did you sleep well?

About last night...  Did this Blind Apek hit *i[s] or did I miss the target by a mile?  Whatever it is Sarah, today is a new day and we start fresh.

* So it was a hit.

There is a saying; yesterday was a cancelled check, tomorrow is a promissory note.  Today is cash, use it now.

I have outlived my usefulness.  I am now officially a jobless retired private citizen.  Basically a Nothing.  The good thing about that is I got nothing to lose.  Like before whatever I focus on expands.  Where should I focus on then?

You decide[d] Sarah.  I can talk about Thought Leadership or I can talk about People Leadership.


None of the above...

OK in that case I just ramble.  

Honestly Sarah I don't now where I am going.  I depend on you for the rightness of my direction.  So if you keep quiet then don't blame me for going off tangent.  You know, I feel bad about the whole cause set in motion.  All I wanted to do is reach out to you.

Therefore like a velociraptor trapped in a cage, I keep testing my parameters.  You may like it or you may hate it.  But Sarah, bear in mind I am blind.  I cannot see what you see,  So you cannot blame me for not hitting the target.

Unless, I actually hit the target in which case you are really hurting inside and need my help.  What is the most expedient conclusion for me?  Let's look at both possibilities.  Assume I missed the target.  The worst possible scenario is I made a complete ass of myself of which I say I am sorry and we move to *so[] thing else.

* OK I made a[s] ass of myself.  I am sorry Sarah, my darling angel, my light in the dark.

The best possible scenario is we just laugh it out, not to be hard up about it and after a walk down memory lane we get back on track.

This is called the Art of Brinkmanship.  What I did was I took the situation to the very extreme an[] see how is your response.  In order to do that I have to build some presuppositions.  They are neither true or false.  Only you can decide on that.  This works IF we do it in an environment where there is a 2-way communication.  I need feedback to do this.  The process is known as Unmasking the Mask.

Its a rapier sword.  Based on the feedback I then calibrate my presuppositions to form a mental model.  In this case we missed the fine tuning and straight away form a conclusion.  That is a crude way of doing it.  But hey, now I know you don't have any major emotional baggage and you are a pretty stable person emotionally.  Now you see how this works?

All these are *[are] the tools of my trade.  Of course it's meant to work in a face to face scenario.  In our case we are limited to the medium of our communication.

* So you like what I do for a living huh?

But baby, you can't blame me, no input is also an input,  I have to keep on poking because I rather have a small positive *[in put] rather than a no input which in my book is a big negative input.

*  I don't quite get this.  Are you also studying me?  Are you watching the fish watch you watch the fish watch you?

In the Art of Brinkmanship we purposely push it to the limit because that is the only way to offset the homeostasis and get some form of feedback.  Should *the[] be no feedback [still] I will still push it further until I tip the scale or if everything fails, change the method altogether.

* There are many ways.  The next most likely approach is the Gestalt Approach.  Another is the Pattern Interruption.  If your only tools is a hammer, you tend to look at everything as a nail - Abraham Marslow.

I guess, to be in a position of a Peak Performance Consultant, you need to be well prepared.  I use to say, to prepare for a question, I need to study for 10 answers because I don't know which of the 10 answers will the question come from.

Even when I ramble.  *The[] is a framework to it.  I am a Cyborg Sarah.  My mind is like a computer programs with myriads of subroutines.  These subroutines are actually little funnels that lead to the big funnel, much like a river with many tributaries.  What is the endgame?  None other than Shared Vision.

* Well I'll be damn.  You are studying me.

People who are like each other like each other.

So there Sarah, the secret of my trade.  Of course there are many other tricks like hypnotism; which is pretty useful.  Hypnotism is nothing more that auto suggestion and rapport building.  It is pretty useful during sex LMAO.

I'm not gonna tell you how that works.  I might get lucky with you *a[t] I probably want to use hypnotism on you HAHAHA.

* I am tempted to tell you how that works but if I do that I will demystify the romance.  So we leave it until we meet.  That is how I get one girl to come 5 times ROTFLMAO.




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Funny thing Sarah, I started *study[] human behavior because as a salesman I wanted to manipulate people.

*  Oh, I see...  Are you a psychologist Dr Sarah?  I think it is safe to assume you are.  I noticed you are more interested in my mental model than my actual work at hand.

But then when I become a TQM *[] I found out that I can actually solve organizational problems by solving people problems.  Hey remember the Paradox Principles?

* I am a damn good consultant baby.

Second Paradox Principle:  To build on enterprise, focus upon the individual.

So that's how it started.  From a magician I became a wizard.  Here is my true confession; I hate being a wizard.  I rather be a magician.

As I told you, I am not comfortable being around people.  I don't mind helping them but I don't like to deal with people problems.  A magician is different.  As a magician I leverage on people to get what I want.

I'm not really a people person Sarah.  I helped them because I have the knowledge.  Given a choice this is my ideal *li[k]e.  What is an ideal job for me?  I often wonder.  Well I was the Head Librarian in school.  That is probably most suited occupation for me LOL.

* High five baby.

Baby, I got to fetch Mopey from campus.  Did I show you her latest photo?


My little Mopey is a grown up woman now.  And yet this is how I remember her:


Later baby...

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