let's meat

If you have been browsing these messages for a little while, you might wonder if all those things I say are really worth the effort. If you have: good for you, never trust the experts J

On the other hand, If you do follow all my posts unconditionally, then I have bad news for you: I am not (yet) a licensed witchdoctor, so some of my posts are based on presumptions and general truths. Why? Because it isn’t always easy basing my advice on a general audience, without even knowing who is reading it… Well that’s not entirely true is it? You’re reading this, you take the effort to skim through my bad puns and filter out the wisdom.  So I do owe you to test out my own theories every once and a while.

Not so long ago (yesterday in fact), I was in a rather melancholic mood.  Yes, I too have my dark moments, just like you. We are only human after all. There are only a few persons on this world who are always happy… and they usually wear jackets with very long sleeves.  

Still, a foul mood can have a disastrous effect on the creativity (among other things), so instead of closing all the curtains, unplugging all social devices, and watching  cannibal the musical for the 5^th time, I decided to follow my own advice. I picked up my phone and browsed through the contact list. I found a few old friends; you know the ones: you haven’t seen them in ages and still you solemnly promise to meet them any day in the near future. In fact… you have been promising yourself that for the past decade. So I gave them a call. Yes, a genuine phone call; no phasebook, no hotmale, no what’s upp…  a call when you dial the number, hear the tone and hope for the love of jebus, that you won’t have to speak to a voicemail. Of course I ended up with a few voicemails, left a polite message and continued my calling spree. The ones who did answer were, as to say the least, surprised to hear me. And you know what? I really can’t tell who was happier to hear the other ones voice.

Never EVER underestimate the power of a personal call above any means of instant messaging. The tone of voice says so much more than a bunch of carelessly typed smileys.  

Needless to say after a few of these calls my melancholy (and perhaps even theirs) was nowhere to be found.  So there you see it, people are the key, you just have to pick the right ones.  So why don’t you give it a try? There must be one lost contact from ancient times that is waiting to be called. Have fun, and don’t fear the voicemail, we all know how silly we sound on it, no big deal.