The Potency of Words
My mother asked me, “Why bother? It’s no longer any fun for you. The only thing you’re getting is annoyed. Is it really worth it?”
Twelve years after barring me from the cult, the Grand Poobah himself invited me to take one last course. In shock, I sat in disbelief listening to gobbledygook, a doublespeak of doubletalk. It made me wonder what captivated me in the first place to spend ten years of my life and oodles of money taking courses that were essentially meaningless.
It may have something to do with that million dollar handshake.