The Many Works of Pat Hatt
January 23, 2017
Don’t you love when people have no clue what they are talking about but they pretend that they do? Furthermore they actually believe the strat they are shoveling too. I roll my eyes and at best give a whoopdi friggin doo. At worst, it is usually something revolving around pound sand.
Anyway, as I was sitting at the 9-5 nonsense in comes Mr. Nobody, we’ll dub him that for the purpose of this. First he started on about the whole “are you a success” thing with the writing. Of course his version of success is a million dollars in the bank. So an eye roll is the best he got.
And then, as I’m sure many of you have discovered, he proceeded to tell me how to do things when he probably couldn’t string together two sentences. Heck, he needs a book to tell him how to do basic tasks. The latter is true, sadly.
Oh, you should be out here and there and here. You should be on the news. You should be going everywhere. You should be leaving them under windshield wipers. What about sending them to publishers? You should send the whole thing to as many as possible. (Clearly proved right there he has no clue when it comes to such things)
I’d be selling so many. I’d be this, I’d be that. Blah blah, woof woof, is all I heard after that. I’ve had more stellar conversations with the cats. And then when he started again I shut Mr. Nobody up once and for all.
“Guess what? No you wouldn’t. No matter how good it is, to 99.99% of the world you are a nobody. Unless you have Oprah or the like in your back pocket, you stand more of a chance of winning the lottery.(which come to find out he thinks he can actually win. Not hopes and dreams, but actually win.) You have no presence online anywhere so no one would look at you for even a second. You’ve got no clue. Simple as that.”
Then he tried to back pedal and he got a “pfffft” and “pound sand” and that was that. Never said a word since. Sooo nice and quiet now.
Have you ever had a Mr. Nobody at your sea? Did you ignore or tell them to pound sand with glee? The older I get it seems the less I deal with such people’s BS. Works for me.
Enjoy life, forget the strife.