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Has any "A type" person accomplished anything? (1 Viewer)
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The General
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They'll be the first to tell you.
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wikkidpissah
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Pretty much, only type-A's have ever achieved anything. Whether that mitigates the havoc productive and destructive Type-As have wreaked in the name of glory & greed remains to be seen.
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timschochet
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I am going to guess, though I don't know for sure, that Jonas Salk was an A type personality.
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wikkidpissah
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Always been a Type-B who learned early on how to act like a Type-A to get what i wanted. Never felt that which inspires Type-As to do what they do til one extraordinary day, the day after my 40th birthday. My Mary gave me a trip to Greece for my 40th and even arranged for us to be at the Oracle of Delphi on my actual birthday so the 2nd half of my life could be launched by the oracular prowess that had sent kings to victory and gods to glory.
I'm pretty attuned to vibes and all that good stuff and i was monstrously disappointed to feel butt nothin from the Omphala, navel of the universe. The less psychic energy i felt, the more it ate at me til i was a pretty noisily miserable drunk by the end of my special day. My head a gnarled, seething lump on the morning after, the quicker to Athens and a ferry to the islands, the better.
Little did i know the gods needed the twisting of that awful celebration to prepare me for my true destiny. Mary wanted to stop at the St Lukas Monastery on the way back to Athens to see some Orthodox iconography of some kind. I had to be talked into even leaving the car and we werent in the chapel long til i had just had it with art, antiquity, symbols, superstition and all that ridiculous ####. I stumbled out of the chapel and lay out on the first bench i could find on the well-manicured grounds of the complex.
Too knot-headed to even drop off, i just stared at the ground for seeming ever. After a while, i noticed a disturbance in some tufts of grass in front of me. Further examination showed it to be a dung beetle, pushing an enormous ball of stinky cargo to its hole or home or some such thing. After a while i began to marvel at the beastly tenacity of the insect as rough ground and leafy spatulas flipped it and/or its quarry off course time after time only for it to regain purchase and resume pursuit of its task.
And it struck me - here i was on a wonderful vacation in an exotic land with my beautiful wife, yet i dared be miserable because some stupid somethingorother didnt line up exactly how i wanted, when i hadnt really done much but take the easiest way out my whole life while, all around me, people and animals suffered and strived every moment of their lives to scrape wretched, bare existence from this impatient orb. HOW DARE I?
Time for me to honor the effort that made me possible and get down to cases to make great things possible for others. I made an oath, right there, to adopt the ways of the little creature which had so inspired me as soon as i got home. My first day back, i was arrested for pushing a ball of poop across the park with my nose.
I'm pretty attuned to vibes and all that good stuff and i was monstrously disappointed to feel butt nothin from the Omphala, navel of the universe. The less psychic energy i felt, the more it ate at me til i was a pretty noisily miserable drunk by the end of my special day. My head a gnarled, seething lump on the morning after, the quicker to Athens and a ferry to the islands, the better.
Little did i know the gods needed the twisting of that awful celebration to prepare me for my true destiny. Mary wanted to stop at the St Lukas Monastery on the way back to Athens to see some Orthodox iconography of some kind. I had to be talked into even leaving the car and we werent in the chapel long til i had just had it with art, antiquity, symbols, superstition and all that ridiculous ####. I stumbled out of the chapel and lay out on the first bench i could find on the well-manicured grounds of the complex.
Too knot-headed to even drop off, i just stared at the ground for seeming ever. After a while, i noticed a disturbance in some tufts of grass in front of me. Further examination showed it to be a dung beetle, pushing an enormous ball of stinky cargo to its hole or home or some such thing. After a while i began to marvel at the beastly tenacity of the insect as rough ground and leafy spatulas flipped it and/or its quarry off course time after time only for it to regain purchase and resume pursuit of its task.
And it struck me - here i was on a wonderful vacation in an exotic land with my beautiful wife, yet i dared be miserable because some stupid somethingorother didnt line up exactly how i wanted, when i hadnt really done much but take the easiest way out my whole life while, all around me, people and animals suffered and strived every moment of their lives to scrape wretched, bare existence from this impatient orb. HOW DARE I?
Time for me to honor the effort that made me possible and get down to cases to make great things possible for others. I made an oath, right there, to adopt the ways of the little creature which had so inspired me as soon as i got home. My first day back, i was arrested for pushing a ball of poop across the park with my nose.
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