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Coaching for Reality | Treino para a Realidade

Coaching for reality #6: HOW TO MAKE A FORTUNE ONLINE

Publish about making a fortune online. Create a blog and a video channel about making a fortune online. Share content from other bloggers and youtubers about making a fortune online in exchange for them sharing your content about making a fortune online. Hire ghost writers to write serial books about making a fortune online and create courses and seminars to teach people who want to make a fortune online how to make a fortune online with the tools provided by the serial books about making a fortune online by teaching how to teach about making a fortune online. Share behind the scenes clips and footage of your hard work as a content creator about making a fortune online. In case you make a fortune online, show it off like crazy. Make a TED talk. You are the messiah.

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Coaching for Reality | Treino para a Realidade

Coaching for reality #5: HOW TO WIN

Act as if you win by default. Make other people believe you always win. You don’t have to make it as a matter of perspective. Focus on making real winners feel like losers. Install guilt, remorse, shame and failure on them. Pick anything they have done during competition and make it dirty, obnoxious, repulsive and inexcusable. Very important! Do this kindly, as if you’re doing all you can to help the poor bastard. This is to be done repeatedly, and in no time you will believe to be magnanimous.

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Short Stories | Contos

LUCY BREAD

“I got bread!,” shouted a brute in high school while groping Lucy’s buttocks.

“You got toasted!,” she retorted, hitting him right in the eye with Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain.

This is Lucy Bread and the moment was magic indeed. Never more in her all entire life she would be a victim of abuse. The brute got blind, she was expelled for the first in a million times and in all of those she couldn’t care less. Expulsion, sacking and debt became natural in her life. A happy life, believe it or not.

Lucy Bread had the genius of being highly responsible without taking life too seriously. She had her moments of grief, as anybody, and let them go away. Sadness did not deserved to be clinged by her heart.

“I am leaving you,” howled her first husband, “and the kid goes with me. You better stop laughing!”

Smiling widely, Lucy Bread scanned the condescending dimwit expert on money making from crotch to eye.

“Do you really want to fight me, win me over? Are you sure?” When it came to stabbing her heart, Lucy Bread’s voice had the calm, persistence and reach of a deadly epidemic. “Are you really considering destroying your daughter’s childhood out of spite for her mother? Do you really want to drawn your money there?”

“You won’t have a chance!”

“Try me.”

He did. For years. Lucy kept on laughing, as well as her daughter. The kid learned from the best and her dimwit father had to realize no money could depress that woman.

“How can you do it?,” asked one friend at the job center. “How can you be so happy while living in tragedy?”

“Find me a better way to deal with it.”

“You’re a nut case,” said one lover. “Too bad I don’t have the balls to cope with such invulnerable joy.”

“People are taught to solemnly cry and suffer with dignity. I taught myself to let all tears pour fast and laugh it out when I’m done.”

“You’re on denial.”

“And you’re deaf. I just told you I get all the grief and mourning done in one blow. No more annoying and tedious sadness, believe it or not.”

“You should coach people.”

“I’m not that presumptuous. People don’t laugh because they’re chicken.”

The second husband of Lucy Bread had the maturity to make no judgment and learn from her. I’ve never seen a happier man. I envied him hard and my wife noticed that.

“Would you like me to be like her?”

“I would like to be like her,” was my digressive response. “We should all be like her.”

She gave me the glare of immediate divorce and I kept my mouth shut to the moment I widowed. I don’t know if I fell in love with Lucy Bread. I eat a loaf of bread in her honor every night and do my best not to care a thing.

Saturday, August 28th 2021