Hello. Good day. A little quiet?
I’m feeling a little blue myself.
You know, A little anxious for no particular reason
A little sad that I should feel anxious at this age.
You know, a little self-conscious anxiety resulting in non-specific sadness.
The state that I call blue.
– spoken by the narrator (“Man In Chair”) in the awesome musical “The Drowsy Chaperone”
Today I am a little sad because of a small heartbreak.
And a little anxious because, well, I should not be admitting this in public.
don’t do cry. But real businessmen… the type who are strong, who manage or mentor, who think of respect and solidness and promotions… they are not bloviatingly blathering on a blog, blissfully or blamefully or otherwise.
Think. Think of someone you look up to at work. Do you want to know his private foibles, hear of his personal struggles? Really? No. You want someone to look up to. Someone at least a little bit larger than life. A rock, or minimally a damn large stone.
You have your own problems, and when you want to schadenfreudically delight in someone else’s problems, you have your TV or paper or favorite internet gossip sites within an arm or eyeball’s reach.
When your current or future dear leaders are feeling blue, they ideally do not show you, much less tell you.
Then again, maybe it’s different today. Maybe the Live Journalers of the modern era will grow up to be respected leaders… warty angst, noserings and all. Perhaps someday we’ll view an executive’s late night facebookings with indifference rather than annoyance or scorn.
Or maybe not. Maybe he or she will methodically scrub, hoping the last trace of emotion is gone. Here, look, a résumé. A fine, level-headed portfolio indeed!
And only a strong, competitive, safe, and secure heart.