I didn’t go for a “run” today. I kept meaning to. I wanted to do it first thing in the morning. Last night I thought about going to bed at 9pm. But my dad was watching TV. And then at 10pm a guy in San Fran wanted to call me to tell me about his company. He saw me ask a question to Michael Ovitz in a zoom call this week and wanted to talk to me because his company is involved in advertising and comedy, and I’ve worked in both. Anyway, I went to bed at 11:30pm and put on a podcast. Woke up at 7am, but was still tired, then woke up at 9am. Checked emails. Then at noon, did a zoom call, then another zoom call, then ran to the bank. So that was sort of my run. Took about 20 minutes to get there, and then 20 minutes back. Slowly along Elgin Street. I thought of running again later, but never found the time, because I watched a zoom call and then did another zoom call. I wanted to go to bed at 9pm tonight, but have spent 2 hours on Quora, reading answers to people asking “Is ___ too old to become a teacher?” Because I’m thinking that being a teacher would be the only thing that could make me happy. This week I did a stand-up act in a comedy club contest and it dawned on me how hard doing stand-up comedy is. And I don’t know if it would even fulfill me if I was doing it all the time. Oh, and I started answering questions on Quora, to things like “I’m a 21 male and have a 4 year old daughter and I miss going to bars with my buds and I’m depressed about it.” and “My 13 year old daughter is sad that nobody texts her.” I think I dolled out some good life wisdom. Do you want me to share my answers on Facebook? And do you have any questions for me? Maybe this is a small way that I can do some “teaching”.
Here’s the post on Facebook: