So...this is a strange one.
Last Thursday, on my way to some sort of appointment at Juste pour rire (too many that day to remember precisely which one), I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My hair was long and unruly; I was wearing mirrored round sunglasses that accentuated the three breaks of my nose (hockey, baseball and a bike accident), and my manner was somewhat less-than-jovial (hey, it's stress season, folks!). Here, take a look:
My immediate, instant reaction though was uplifting.
"Hey," I thought, "I kinda look like John Lennon in that famous 'New York City t-shirt' photo!" Here, take another look:
So, buoyed by this resemblance, I happily bopped along to my rendez-vous. Along the way, I was accosted by a woman working one of the Festival's interactive outdoor activities. Trying to engage my participation, she pointed at me and shouted the following two ego-inflating words:
"Hey Ringo!"
So, the point here, the lesson? It's an old one...but an important one, and well worth never forgetting:
It's your public that sets, and owns your public image.
There may be a massive disconnect between what you think you are sending and what's being received.
Or in other words, your walk may be John Lennon, but your talk may be Ringo Starr.
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By the way, nothing wrong with Ringo Starr. Nice guy, fine drummer, sweetheart and a Beatle. It's just that...come on...I don't really look like this, do I?