I dropped out of the game 20 years ago. After the wicked witch looked up my name on the internet and saw a similar name belonging to a white supremacist (Aryan Nation, Christian Identity, ties to Chevy Kehoe, and a big time child molester), she went ballistic. She put four gallons of water in the gas tank of my truck, called my employer, and spread the lie throughout the bicycle racing community. By the way the person she accused me of being is currently in a Federal Prison. The damage was done. I don’t even want to be bothered with any relationship.
What really threw me for a loop was when I was in supervisor training at a major engineering company. One line from the instructor was “Ninety percent of all communication content is emotion.” So ninety percent of a discussion about the material balance in a process unit of a refinery is emotional content. SMH. Who is John Galt?
How does one put that toothpaste back in the tube?