Reading The Signs

I have done many things in my life. I know I did them. I was there.

I don’t feel a need to brag. I don’t have to point and yell “Hey! Look what I did! Look!”

I did it. I know it. It’s done. I have moved along, as they say (if not do).

There are people out there who DO feel the need to incessantly trumpet their meager “accomplishments” every day of their lives. I don’t think these people are trying to inform anyone of how accomplished they are. I think they crave external validation. They need that pat on the head, the little hug, the “Hey, great job dealing with the luck of the draw getting on The Price Is Right, winning a sewing machine and some much-needed mouthwash on a blind guess, and then going 0-for-12 in the one game that you could have won with a tiny bit of actual thought.”

People like this are begging to be propped up, to be told they matter, to be told their failures are actually successes.

(Hint: in a world where anyone can publish a book, it’s not until one counts the cost in time and effort and measures the return on that investment that one determines whether work has turned a profit. But if you think your time and effort has no value, who am I to judge your calculation of profit?)

Why? Who needs to be told they’re not an abject failure? Who needs constant validation so desperately?

Weak people. Uncertain people. Inadequate people.

But hey – it takes all kinds to make up a world.


Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man's Zombie

10 thoughts on “Reading The Signs”

  1. He really does like all his books and hold them up as proof of accomplishment.

    It's only really an accomplishment when the sales are significantly more than can be accounted for by friends and family.

    Now I'm off to bed so I'll have a decent voice in the morning, now that I finally let them talk me into joining the church choir. It's not a proper professional choir like my last one, but I need to get back in practice before I start auditioning again.

      1. What would possess someone to (1) hold on to that tape for 30 years, (2) bother converting and downloading it to a computer along with adding and intro and (3) upload it to youtube?

        Bill, is that really that important to you, considering even I was embarrassed to watch it?


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