You know when Wile E. Coyote crawls out from under a boulder, and he's a walking accordion, or he's blown himself up, and he's just a pile of ash with eyeballs on top? And then in the next scene he's fine, and working on his next plan? You never see the part where he reconstitutes himself and gets back to normal.

That's me, today. That's where I'm at.

You know, I try to approach every day's job hunt with a positive attitude. I really, really do. But then I pull up a job description that has this as its first bullet point:

• You are a motivated self starter with a bias towards action

And I just wanna go back to bed.

I wrote a thing: https://open.substack.com/pub/jeffedsell725188/p/how-the-greed-of-corporate-news-may?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=bgkxj

This one's about politics and news. Others will probably be about other things.

I'm an introvert who's learned to pretend to be an extrovert.

You might reasonably ask what the difference is between pretending to be an extrovert and actually being one.

I would say that real extroverts probably don't feel like their skeleton is trying to climb out of their body through the back of their neck while talking to someone they don't know.

I've always likened investing in the stock market to hitching a wagon to a flock of sheep and hoping the sheep get frightened into running the direction you want to go.

Now, we have new shepherds who said if they were hired, they'd release a bunch of wolves, promising that would make the sheep go the way we want.

So we hired them, and now our wagon is headed over the cliff.