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For success in any project, there needs to be certain personality types to provide a complete group dynamic. The first is the creator. I always felt I’ve had a million good ideas, but no group to feed the ideas into the doer. The doer is the one who provides confidence, and resists the ease of dismissing a good idea. The organizer needs to be willing to put together all of members in order, be the hub of the social wheel, with the other members in the group being the spokes. And finally, there is the donor, the person who willingly invests time and money in order to see a profitable venture paid back.
Some people have the intellect and resources to cover multiple personality types, but many hands make light work. The more individualized the project group is from infancy, the more likely a complete project group will become successful. When I speak of a project group, it could also be a social group. I have always been surprised when my friends would organize a large group of people to meet for a fun weekend, maybe even more so than a group organized for profit. When the only motive is to fill social self-esteem, and stay connected to people you enjoy being around, it has less direct benefit.
We are at a time when all of the world’s information is just a pocket away, our connections to people has never been greater. However, the actual communication people directly utilize might be the least in human history. The movie Castaway was a heroic story where Tom Cruise befriended a volleyball and escaped before the island exploded. No, it was a movie about a man, Tom Hanks, who was deserted on a tropical island. His befriending a volleyball displayed what a human will resort to in order to retain the community of which we are primally connected. He needed to talk to people, to unwind the ball of thoughts that swim around every person’s head.
We still need groups. We still need to meet in person, and feel the senses missing from multimedia communication. It isn’t even physical contact, but being able to sense the person’s mood is much easier when the entire person is in front of you. I was watching a commercial advertising a video chat function, and the advertisement wanted to sell the idea the sharing a video call is as beneficial as sharing a space. I have always hated talking on the phone, I never feel like I was truly getting my point across, whatever the topic. When text messaging gained popularity, I shifted away from phone calls very early in my life. Not as early as the elementary school children who don’t have never needed to communicate via phone, but can create their own Snapchat accounts.
These same children are falling into any of the hundreds of different echo chambers alive on the internet. We are all connected now. When I was in elementary school, the idea of buying something from China was only for professional buyers who work for corporations with retail storefronts. It wasn’t possible to shop around the world for the best deal on a stereo system. People who lived outside of cities often had only a few options for any product made outside of the United States. In the early 80’s, there was a stranglehold on competition, and with the advent of Bill Clinton’s pro-business deregulation strategies, as well as George H.W. Bush’s NAFTA agreement, by the time I was in high school, we started to see real capitalism.
Before the internet had the proper infrastructure in place, the popularity of sites like Ebay, and Amazon became a target for shoppers thirsty to save money. In the late 90s, hegemonic oligopolies sprung up everywhere, cashing in on their vertical monopolization strategies opened up by Bill Clinton’s Free Trade policies. All of a sudden, the same business concepts we are currently seeing popping up around hip cities all around the world, got hit with a revenue problem. There wasn’t a simple way to collect money, these groups were missing the donors. Their business concepts often missed one of the key elements to the growth of a group, specifically a profit group, money.
I sat through the second internet boom, and watched 22-24 year old children get pampered and interviewed directly out of college, and I would give them rides like I was their bitch for the day, and feel their dismissal of my stature. I wasn’t dealt the same fortunate hand. I watched huge internet companies fail while I was in college, and once I got out, San Francisco was a sleeping giant. I couldn’t stay there long enough, as I could never afford to live in the City. Every time I tried, it never panned out. The closest I came was driving for Uberlyft, which allowed me to calculate the concept of have to drive 2000 miles per month, just to pay rent. It became slave labor, and despite how much I love the multicultural dynamic of the City, and I feel it has a place in my heart, as anyone who grew up within an hour’s drive of it, I couldn’t justify taking the risk. These babies were given a golden spoon, and I am strapping down to prepare for whatever slip up the old white men will devise for them.
The one personality type that can kill any group is the hater. Haters serve haterade everywhere they go. Haters are assholes, just shitting all over the place, and rarely taking anything in. They hate on pussies, who are always taking things in, with very little to say, and only spout out every once in a while. A hater will kill the creator’s confidence. A hater and a creator will cancel any creative process, and will stymie the group. I can’t pinpoint who the first hater was in entertainment media, but we now have, thanks to the internet, a capitalistic approach to criticism. When I was at university, I learned to backup my arguments with arguments of other writers. It was necessary to support ideas with previously supported ideas.
In the rule of law, this is called precedent. It is rare to find the person who does not believe in the rule of law, the law usually catches up with them. A true anarchist would oppose the rule of law, but their larger representative is the anarcho-capitalist, also lumped into the Libertarian party in the United States. However, haters also serve their haterade, and justify it through what they call belief. A believer, often a hater, knows that he or she is right, because they believe; they know they are right, and there is nothing you can do to prove them otherwise.
The believer will also kill a group, if the believer does not believe in the idea. The believer will be the most stubborn person in the group, and unless the believer is directly in the path of the creator, they will also stymie the group dynamic. Believers have become a larger part of our society who were once the hippies sticking dandelions inside of gun barrels, but now are capitalist leeches, worrying about death, and ingesting pill cocktails through an exhausting cycle of complaints and ailments. Believers fight against research, and attempt to dismantle its laws, because, “I know what is right, and how accurate can research be? Did EVERYONE get polled? I’ve never been polled, so poles don’t exist.” and other shit like that.
People are cold, calculated, move like water, and are easily swayed. Persons are warm, unpredictable, and stubborn. Ask anyone if they are stubborn, what will be their response? “I’m not stubborn”, a clearly refutable statement, as if you question the person, they will defend. Say, “I am stubborn” and watch the group wither away. I have been attacked by society, treated poorly and stepped on emotionally. I have rarely been attacked by the random individual. Persons are good, people suck. Persons will save you from dying in the desert, people will drive by and laugh as you ran out of fuel. Persons will take you in, and provide what they can without sacrificing what they need, people take what they can get.
We need groups to succeed if we are going to act like persons, and not people. We need to get ride of haters and believers, and support the creators, and doers. The biggest lesson I learned when I went to Mardi Gras on Bourbon street, in New Orleans on Fat Tuesday, was that there were far too many voyeurs, and not enough exhibitionists. It is extremely rare for a person to not be a voyeur, we are all curious, we all like to learn without being judged, we like to watch without risk, and we are rewarded by someone else captivating a moment of our time. But, there are too many takers and not enough givers. There are too many people who want to receive, but not give. In a world where we are creating our own entertainment, and filming it for the world to see, we are losing site of why we did those silly things in the first place. A true exhibitionist finds joy in attention. This new era of a competition for attention is actually shrinking the amount of actual doers. In a social setting, people would do something silly for the sake of the group, to give happiness to other people, now an event needs to find its way to Youtube in hopes of fame, and even better, monetization.
We have reversed the reason for social groups to exist. We don’t go to the festival to feel the connection of thousands of people, we do it to film it and show our friends how “fun” we are. Some idiot doesn’t do a polar bear challenge in 6 feet of snow because it was funny at the time, it’s now a planned event with at least one camera on hand. We don’t come over to play video games, with a limited amount of controllers, forcing a natural pecking order based on social skills and video game playing ability; the winner always stays on. Instead, we play online against millions of faceless icons with funny names like fartnugget69, who we will never meet in real life.
Everyone has their million dollar idea. I’ve had a million of them, but never executed any properly, because I never gained the trust of a donor, despite trying to become one. I never gained the kinship with a doer, usually because they were busy doing. And I have spent the better part of a decade getting rid of all the haters. It left me with a smaller pool than I started with once I got out of college, and after a few missteps here and there, I have found myself without anyone, because I had no professional group. There are many things that can be done alone in this world, being someone adventurous that needs less sleep than most, I have done many. Building a group from its infancy is a difficult process, and the good ones last generations of human lives. Find a group that fills these 3 types, the creator, the doer, and the donor, and you fill find success. Be a hater, and find yourself alone with a life you hate, because you will eventually be lying in all the shit.

For success in any project, there needs to be certain personality types to provide a complete group dynamic. The first is the creator. I always felt I’ve had a million good ideas, but no group to feed the ideas into the doer. The doer is the one who provides confidence, and resists the ease of dismissing a good idea. The organizer needs to be willing to put together all of members in order, be the hub of the social wheel, with the other members in the group being the spokes. And finally, there is the donor, the person who willingly invests time and money in order to see a profitable venture paid back.
Some people have the intellect and resources to cover multiple personality types, but many hands make light work. The more individualized the project group is from infancy, the more likely a complete project group will become successful. When I speak of a project group, it could also be a social group. I have always been surprised when my friends would organize a large group of people to meet for a fun weekend, maybe even more so than a group organized for profit. When the only motive is to fill social self-esteem, and stay connected to people you enjoy being around, it has less direct benefit.
We are at a time when all of the world’s information is just a pocket away, our connections to people has never been greater. However, the actual communication people directly utilize might be the least in human history. The movie Castaway was a heroic story where Tom Cruise befriended a volleyball and escaped before the island exploded. No, it was a movie about a man, Tom Hanks, who was deserted on a tropical island. His befriending a volleyball displayed what a human will resort to in order to retain the community of which we are primally connected. He needed to talk to people, to unwind the ball of thoughts that swim around every person’s head.
We still need groups. We still need to meet in person, and feel the senses missing from multimedia communication. It isn’t even physical contact, but being able to sense the person’s mood is much easier when the entire person is in front of you. I was watching a commercial advertising a video chat function, and the advertisement wanted to sell the idea the sharing a video call is as beneficial as sharing a space. I have always hated talking on the phone, I never feel like I was truly getting my point across, whatever the topic. When text messaging gained popularity, I shifted away from phone calls very early in my life. Not as early as the elementary school children who don’t have never needed to communicate via phone, but can create their own Snapchat accounts.
These same children are falling into any of the hundreds of different echo chambers alive on the internet. We are all connected now. When I was in elementary school, the idea of buying something from China was only for professional buyers who work for corporations with retail storefronts. It wasn’t possible to shop around the world for the best deal on a stereo system. People who lived outside of cities often had only a few options for any product made outside of the United States. In the early 80’s, there was a stranglehold on competition, and with the advent of Bill Clinton’s pro-business deregulation strategies, as well as George H.W. Bush’s NAFTA agreement, by the time I was in high school, we started to see real capitalism.
Before the internet had the proper infrastructure in place, the popularity of sites like Ebay, and Amazon became a target for shoppers thirsty to save money. In the late 90s, hegemonic oligopolies sprung up everywhere, cashing in on their vertical monopolization strategies opened up by Bill Clinton’s Free Trade policies. All of a sudden, the same business concepts we are currently seeing popping up around hip cities all around the world, got hit with a revenue problem. There wasn’t a simple way to collect money, these groups were missing the donors. Their business concepts often missed one of the key elements to the growth of a group, specifically a profit group, money.
I sat through the second internet boom, and watched 22-24 year old children get pampered and interviewed directly out of college, and I would give them rides like I was their bitch for the day, and feel their dismissal of my stature. I wasn’t dealt the same fortunate hand. I watched huge internet companies fail while I was in college, and once I got out, San Francisco was a sleeping giant. I couldn’t stay there long enough, as I could never afford to live in the City. Every time I tried, it never panned out. The closest I came was driving for Uberlyft, which allowed me to calculate the concept of have to drive 2000 miles per month, just to pay rent. It became slave labor, and despite how much I love the multicultural dynamic of the City, and I feel it has a place in my heart, as anyone who grew up within an hour’s drive of it, I couldn’t justify taking the risk. These babies were given a golden spoon, and I am strapping down to prepare for whatever slip up the old white men will devise for them.
The one personality type that can kill any group is the hater. Haters serve haterade everywhere they go. Haters are assholes, just shitting all over the place, and rarely taking anything in. They hate on pussies, who are always taking things in, with very little to say, and only spout out every once in a while. A hater will kill the creator’s confidence. A hater and a creator will cancel any creative process, and will stymie the group. I can’t pinpoint who the first hater was in entertainment media, but we now have, thanks to the internet, a capitalistic approach to criticism. When I was at university, I learned to backup my arguments with arguments of other writers. It was necessary to support ideas with previously supported ideas.
In the rule of law, this is called precedent. It is rare to find the person who does not believe in the rule of law, the law usually catches up with them. A true anarchist would oppose the rule of law, but their larger representative is the anarcho-capitalist, also lumped into the Libertarian party in the United States. However, haters also serve their haterade, and justify it through what they call belief. A believer, often a hater, knows that he or she is right, because they believe; they know they are right, and there is nothing you can do to prove them otherwise.
The believer will also kill a group, if the believer does not believe in the idea. The believer will be the most stubborn person in the group, and unless the believer is directly in the path of the creator, they will also stymie the group dynamic. Believers have become a larger part of our society who were once the hippies sticking dandelions inside of gun barrels, but now are capitalist leeches, worrying about death, and ingesting pill cocktails through an exhausting cycle of complaints and ailments. Believers fight against research, and attempt to dismantle its laws, because, “I know what is right, and how accurate can research be? Did EVERYONE get polled? I’ve never been polled, so poles don’t exist.” and other shit like that.
People are cold, calculated, move like water, and are easily swayed. Persons are warm, unpredictable, and stubborn. Ask anyone if they are stubborn, what will be their response? “I’m not stubborn”, a clearly refutable statement, as if you question the person, they will defend. Say, “I am stubborn” and watch the group wither away. I have been attacked by society, treated poorly and stepped on emotionally. I have rarely been attacked by the random individual. Persons are good, people suck. Persons will save you from dying in the desert, people will drive by and laugh as you ran out of fuel. Persons will take you in, and provide what they can without sacrificing what they need, people take what they can get.
We need groups to succeed if we are going to act like persons, and not people. We need to get ride of haters and believers, and support the creators, and doers. The biggest lesson I learned when I went to Mardi Gras on Bourbon street, in New Orleans on Fat Tuesday, was that there were far too many voyeurs, and not enough exhibitionists. It is extremely rare for a person to not be a voyeur, we are all curious, we all like to learn without being judged, we like to watch without risk, and we are rewarded by someone else captivating a moment of our time. But, there are too many takers and not enough givers. There are too many people who want to receive, but not give. In a world where we are creating our own entertainment, and filming it for the world to see, we are losing site of why we did those silly things in the first place. A true exhibitionist finds joy in attention. This new era of a competition for attention is actually shrinking the amount of actual doers. In a social setting, people would do something silly for the sake of the group, to give happiness to other people, now an event needs to find its way to Youtube in hopes of fame, and even better, monetization.
We have reversed the reason for social groups to exist. We don’t go to the festival to feel the connection of thousands of people, we do it to film it and show our friends how “fun” we are. Some idiot doesn’t do a polar bear challenge in 6 feet of snow because it was funny at the time, it’s now a planned event with at least one camera on hand. We don’t come over to play video games, with a limited amount of controllers, forcing a natural pecking order based on social skills and video game playing ability; the winner always stays on. Instead, we play online against millions of faceless icons with funny names like fartnugget69, who we will never meet in real life.
Everyone has their million dollar idea. I’ve had a million of them, but never executed any properly, because I never gained the trust of a donor, despite trying to become one. I never gained the kinship with a doer, usually because they were busy doing. And I have spent the better part of a decade getting rid of all the haters. It left me with a smaller pool than I started with once I got out of college, and after a few missteps here and there, I have found myself without anyone, because I had no professional group. There are many things that can be done alone in this world, being someone adventurous that needs less sleep than most, I have done many. Building a group from its infancy is a difficult process, and the good ones last generations of human lives. Find a group that fills these 3 types, the creator, the doer, and the donor, and you fill find success. Be a hater, and find yourself alone with a life you hate, because you will eventually be lying in all the shit.

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