how much have you spent?

It’s that time of year again. Suicide numbers will go up, temperature is going down and my wife has no other care in the world than hanging my balls in a tree. Angels, blinking lights and a fat guy with a red suite and a white beard. It’s the celebration of a branded holiday. As I was sipping on a Glühwein this weekend, it occurred to me: all of this forced merry behavior has nothing to do with any birthday of some dude 2000 years ago. No…

Santa Claus is red and white, because some brown lemonade brewing giant decided it would fit better in their ads. We send each other wishing cards because a card printing company tells us its a good idea. Well, it isn’t. Sending or receiving a card has never ever made any positive difference for me. On the contrary. When I get the card, I am supposed to send one back and if I don’t, people say I am killing the spirit of Christmas. Oh come on, if you wouldn’t have sent me a card in the first place, I wouldn’t have to act as if I cared! If you want to send me something, send me frigging shares of Coca Cola or Hallmark.

However, I am not against the whole Christmas thing. I like the wining and dining, together with so-called friends. This year, I will be in good company. We are doing it Italian style. Elio Di Rupo will be cooking and my old friend Silvio Berlusconi has invited us in one of his villas. Elio didn’t seem that interested, until he was told that Giorgio Armani would be coming dressed as Mrs Claus.

Anyway, in case we don’t meet in the crowded streets of Christmas infected London, I wish you spend a lot of money on gifts for your friends who will most likely put it up for sale on Ebay the day after.

Sincerely mine,

Mr Victor Hale

Look at yourself first.

I have seen it so many times. People feel put down, wronged, betrayed… well, blame yourself. I myself have never experienced the likes of it. You know why? It’s easy, no regrets. A key of living already discovered by the ancient Greeks. There is no magic about it. I hate self-pity. That is reserved for the losers of this earth. And let’s be clear, I am not part of those.

Screw those who are convinced that bad things are happening to them because some outside source of cruelty has decided it so. No, you have your own faith in your own hands. I will give you an example, since you don’t seem to be grasping what I mean.

Not so long ago, I met a woman who found the nerve to come up to me and ask me the following : “Mr Hale, my husband stares at other women. What should I do?”. Well, first of all, that is not a problem, that is only natural. He does not like or love you less for it. There is a clear analogy with the business world.

I love my clients, but I am more interested in the clients of my competitors. The underlying feeling is, how do I get them interested in me. Well, if you have a partner, suddenly, other singles just magically seem to grow an interest in you. Personally, I never had that issue, since everyone is always interested in me. Why? Sorry, that’s my secret.

Sincerely mine,

Victor Hale

My name is Victor Hale, but you can call me Mr Hale.

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Sincerely mine,

Mr Hale.