The worst gets worser: Have turned into that which I detest. Yes, a self help guru. Not that I want to help myself. I have friends who do that. No, I want to help you, dear sweet Reader.
Every self help starts with a question. Mine today, and to be serious for a moment, this is not as fruitless as it looks at first glance: Cast your mind back to school: Which subject did you detest most? And why? Which one did send you into spasms of yawns so wide you feared jaw lock? Which one did you bunk at risk of being sent to headmistress’ office? How creative were your excuses if you needed one? Were you ever marked down as a liar when, in truth, you had told the truth? Did you ever write one hundred lines or delegated it to someone gullible who was in awe of you and your foot print? Last but not least, and please do not answer this in the affirmative because you’ll go down the greasy pole of my esteem: Did you chew your pencils?