When I wrote the article below, I think I meant it more "to ask for help" than 'to express myself.'

I'm guessing it turned out the second way because I forgot a principle we learned in "Intro. to Advertising": The Four Steps of a Sales-Letter.

(I suppose 'The Four Steps' could also apply to anything from "asking a friend for a favor" to "applying for a business-loan," but I learned them in 'Intro. to Advertising.')

Those four steps are: Introduction ('Hello, I come from a world very-similar-to your own ...'), Problem ('... except for these very-key differences that might soon affect you.'), Solution ('This is how I might help you to eliminate those key differences; ...'), and Call-to-Action ('... now ... BUY IT!!! ... or do something to avail yourself of a solution.')

There you see that I'm a person-like-you ... forgetful sometimes. Now read the letter to see the problem:

In video #1 of Stephen Pierce's OptiMINDzation, he tells us that the main reason we aren't all 'Donald Trump's and 'Bill Gates'es is that we don't have enough "self-esteem."

I replied that, no matter how good I think I am, the world will only give me as much power as a used square of toilet-paper.

That's the nutshell-compilation though. Below is the reason and reasoning behind it.

December 12th, 2006 at 9:33 pm

I’m sure you think it’s great that we all have the same twenty-four hours a day. It’s not, because we don’t.

Well, maybe you do. I don’t.

You see, people’s time is multiplied by the experience they have in their bodies: assuming perfect health for each, a fully-lived minute for a 20-year-old is a 60-year-old’s twenty-seconds, because the 60-year-old has ‘experience’ … practice handling things.

About eleven years ago, I was hit by a car. I spent a month-and-a-half in a coma, and most of the doctors–seeing no way that I could regain consciousness, regain the use of my body, or serve as anything more useful than a very-expensive punching-bag–mostly advised my parents to ‘take me off the machines’ (machines that kept me alive).

Possibly because “it’s against Roman Catholic morals to assume ‘knowing better than God (who forced the will-to-live in me)’,” my parents kept me alive. I subsequently went on to learn to breathe, eat, walk, talk, and study again.

In less-than four years, I graduated from high-school and was accepted into Oklahoma City University … like a kindergartener. When it became undeniably apparent that I was 14 years too slow to pass, I dropped out of college; and the Student Loan people (because the College Board doesn’t believe in the Justice System enough to accept ‘an impending lawsuit’ in lieu of cash) started guzzling down my credit.

This forced me to give up my ‘power of attorney’ to my mother, who claimed ‘guardianship’ so she could “take care of my money.”

Now, if you know how all that will earn me a life-sustaining income, I’m all ears! I’ve tried the ‘earn a degree to get a high-paying job to pay off student loans and start your own business’-route, but there’s a few problems there:

a) (and this is the main one) my study/work-speed is 14 years slower, meaning that I shouldn’t go to work/college until I’m 30 … but that doesn’t mean I ‘get a break until then;’ No, stuff still costs the same whether I can pay for it or not. You’d think the Justice System would’ve handled that sometime these past 11 years, but …

b) (this is the “point” here) the case has been lost in the books. I did start going to school at Oklahoma City University, thinking that the by-then-4-year-old case would provide at least enough cash to cover the private university’s tuition and I could then go on to get a job and buy a business etc. But No, my parents tossed the case to a lawyer and forgot about it; the lawyer then kept it (collecting my parents’ credit) under a stack of other cases. My parents (mostly my dad) were insane. Now that they’re divorced, and my dad’s ‘gone’ (out-of-state, -life, I don’t care), my mom’s okay; but she’s too docile to ‘get on the system’s back’ about getting my pay.

What is my pay? I could just tell you outright, but then you would most-likely see it as the expensive-want of a 14-year-too-big 11-year-old. I’ll just present the facts: My body has lost 14 years of my time (that is the ‘duration of uninterrupted connection between it and my brain’ that was mangled and lost forever).

‘My pay’ can be seen in a series of calculations (for years [’y’s] 16 through 36) as follows: for each year, minimum-wage for every hour of the year (which I would’ve made if I hadn’t been partially-blinded), plus the-same-amount-times-efficiency-lost (i.e. minimum-wage * [y - 14 / y]); added together—you could say that’s ƒ(16) + ƒ(17) + ƒ(18) + ƒ(19) + ƒ(20) + ƒ(21) + ƒ(22) + ƒ(23) + ƒ(24) + ƒ(25) + ƒ(26) + ƒ(27) + ƒ(28) + ƒ(29) + ƒ(30) + ƒ(31) + ƒ(32) + ƒ(33) + ƒ(34) + ƒ(35) + ƒ(36)

So basically, my problem is that I need to get the money that you (the people of the world) owe me. I have to become a celebrity who makes people feel good about themselves just by 'being myself' at them.

And you can help me do that FOR ƒℜÉε by 'passively obsessing' over my writings, my recordings, my studying, my ad-exchange and the fruit of its work.

And 'passive' obsession, as compared with the other reader's "active" obsession, means something more like 'frequent viewerhood' than "ravvid fanhood"

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