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How My Boredom Gave Birth to An Idea

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I’ve been there.

I’ve been there. I also wasn’t born with a “champagne-

bubbly personality chip”.

Let me put you on a bullet-train to my story…

Pop goes my bio

Boy, I was up a creek!

People’s presence mad me wilt and fade away.

…I could hear the cosmos chortling, though I myself was not in a laughing mood.

Something was off.

Had I snapped?
It is with the troubled man as it is with the cow: no browsing, no milk. So I placed my ego in cold storage and
laced up my boxing gloves.

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…Fear of being negatively evaluated by others, was vigorously rocking my boat.

I was a dweeb. The world passed-by like I was a museum piece.

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I had to find a way out.

I had to Break out of my Shell

I tried iron-clad willpower. Fiddled with positive thinking.

Frankly, I was digging a hole in the ocean. With every heave of the shovel the water just flooded back in.

Nothing worked.

Was it me or these ham-fisted methods?

A poor carpenter blames his tools. True dat. But what if the tools have nothing up their ample sleeves.

Aluta continua. I kept on diggin’…

And then it happened (something good this time)

A new leaf. A fresh start. Utopia!
Thank goodness aha! moments aren’t locked inside a bottle of Irish-scented shampoo

The juice was worth the squeeze. I found the antidote and happily pruned this unhelpful ‘thought pattern’.

Now I don’t clam up (around people), I’m comfy and spontaneous. For once I’m smiling (and still in bliss).

I liked the product (the antidote) so much I decided to go into business for myself and make it available to others
just like me.

Moving on… (getting deeper& granular)

It sounds a bit wanky, but I’m what they call a digital native – I burn a chunk of my time-calories noodling in
the cyber-world. If I want to learn about, say, cenosillicaphobia – the fear of an empty glass, I pick the best
brains on the net…ideas so bright, they tan my skin. I’m a sucker for excellence. high standards. Sheer
brilliance.

To raise my “boogie-woogie antennas”

Throw in a good country song, and I'm hooked.

Why don't you have a beard?

I guess the jury is still out on that one. But I do however possess the power to
grow a full goatee and moustache…
Are those hooded-droopy eyes?

Nope, just slightly hooded. Gimme a break!

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