Good evening, guys. Good to be back again and I’m glad you all seem to have made it, too.
I recognise a few from last week, but let me just refresh. Jim you’re here because you’ve been chasing the top job and you just found out last week that you’ve been bypassed for promotion. You knew you were the Next Big Thing, Mr Big Shot with the skills, the hand gestures, the disarming smile; you always reached your quotas first and thought that you were a certainty. But it turns out that you were the only one who thought like that in your company. So I bet you’re the one who eats his lunch at his desk, keeping your head down.
Jill, you’ve just about lost your house. You signed with one of those shysters who are telling us all that we can put a lousy five per cent deposit down on our dream home and after paying it off for five years, you’ve lost your job and your house. Miss Real Estate Supreme. Now you can’t get off your mother’s couch.
And Jack; the would-be famous guitarist whose been strumming songs since you could lift the guitar. Your mother thought you were a protégé the way you could just sing a song and strum a tune; she thought you had the looks to go with it and put you on the pedestal; Mr Big Star; you practised on the decking; entertained your neighbours and your Dad got you the best teachers. So what happened?
To varying degrees we have all lost touch; we are all, like Holden Caulfield in another seminal bestseller Catcher in the Rye, in danger of falling off the cliff.
As Holden reminds us, it’s not our fault. It’s the goddam phony society in which we are living. It’s the materialistic rat-trap that’s warping our values and twisting our souls and feeding us a diet of confected lies. But does that make it any easier for us to deal with?
As my good friend Terrence McKenna says, who I quote in my bestseller, “Get a degree, get a job, get a this get a that and now