There’s a new rule to live by on the soils of America. The Wall Street Journal reports, “Maybe is the new no and yes is the new maybe.”
If someone says, “Maybe I’ll be at your party,” they really mean no.
If that same person happily says, “Yes I’ll help you,” they really mean maybe.
Demanding daily work schedules combined with out of control lifestyles at home have left the back door open like a giant red barn. Trust is no longer important. Friendships are temporary. Marriages will one day come with a NBA/NFL designed free agency clause?
Where we stand today is a slip knot away from that scene in the Pixar film Wall-E where humans have disconnected from reality and replaced it with free rides on traveling lawn chairs complete with wifi computer connections and endless amounts of flavorful drinks. The loud speaker above calls it a blue day and at the push of a button everybody’s fashions instantly become blue.
Bill Gates levitated the attitude of his business plan in the 1990’s by introducing the idea of eliminating the golden rule that states all employees must wear white shirts and red ties or dresses two fingers below your knees. How they united changed the face of Seattle and continues to serve as a positive link toward reaching a sense of communication with common people doing a common job with a company making billions of dollars worldwide.
You no longer have to look like a million bucks to be a millionaire.
Sadly, if you let one person get away with lesser than quality values the invitation is extended to anyone walking through the open door in the big red barn. Maybe is the new no and yes is the new maybe.
A few weeks back I was asked to leave a bright beautiful gym because my decision to wear no shoes while practicing martial arts didn’t fit well with their game plan. The manager ripped from his files the contract I signed and very loudly stated that proper clothing would be worn at all times. If he had allowed me to slip my shoes off to kick the bags, then it gave permission to a body builder to skimp out on his clothing exposing more body than respect.
Although I haven’t spoken to Dan since his display of disappointment I do understand the path he took pride in honoring.
“Maybe is the new no and yes is the new maybe.” It honestly means I.D.C. I don’t care.
A couple of chapter’s back most of the nation was chanting, “Yes you can!” While fifty four percent of the field is long longer participating, the idea of believing still exists. Yes you do care or you wouldn’t feel sick to your stomach each time something goes wrong.
We put up false walls of protectionism everyday with no hope of Ronald Reagan showing up to rip it down. The higher you build it the farther it’s going to reach when it tumbles in the wind. This is why Native American elders teach, “What you do today affects the next seven generations.”
I do care! About? Fill in a blank…
I do care about Martial Artists; that’s why I reach out to support the mental changes a student endures through the process of becoming a master. There are unbelievable amounts of questions that few can answer and nothing builds a stronger foundation than locating someone who can relate with the emptiness growth creates.
I do care about this lingering economic crisis because how we spend today is leaving nothing to hope for when my daughter’s children begin to have children. If we begin to accept second and third rate today how large will a Snickers bar be in 2056?
“Maybe is the new no and yes is the new maybe.”
Why don’t we just come clean and admit an inch is no longer an inch…its somewhere between here and there located on the corner of walk and don’t walk. The folks at Lowes and Home Depot will go insane in the lumber department, “How big is the room?”
“Oh…maybe um, as long as it takes the group Train to sing Drops of Jupiter.”
No means no. Maybe doesn’t mean no. If you don’t know then say, “No!” Or, “I’d like to but here’s what might get in the way.”
Quality no longer exists in a world where the decisions being made are by people who don’t understand the process of the product. Experience used to be golden. The only thing required is a wifi connection designed by a computer geek that doesn’t have to wear a white shirt and red tie. I’m shocked welders are still required to wear special helmets designed to protect their eyes. To a CEO that requires too much time to slip it over your head. We are losing money protecting their eyes.
Why did I write this today? I.D.C. I do care!
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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