How A Drunk Friend Held A Gun To My Mindset
Last Wednesday, I bumped into an old friend while shopping for groceries.
I went in for the handshake, and BAM! Jack Daniels all over his breathe.
Yep… All of this at 8 a.m.
All of a sudden, I went from shopping for apples to trouble.
Situations like this can screw up my brain. The guilt bomb set off, and I have to pick up the pieces.
But I didn’t help him. Some might say, “You need to help him!”
I did want to help. Instead, I “Thanos snapped” my negative thoughts and kept connecting to my higher self.
My gut told me to exit out fast! If not, phantoms thoughts could infect my brain for years.
Yes, I am a selfish creature. It doesn’t include a drunk friend refusing to let me talk.
I have a choice. And it’s hard to do sometimes. I refuse to carry the guilt when others try to infect my thoughts.
Specific thoughts are like puppies on a highway… It’s my responsibility to stop the bloodbath!
I’m telling this story for a reason: I created my position as a psychotainment copywriter. My job is to teach others about using copywriting while tapping psychology + entertainment.
Everyone has unique stories and can tap psychotainment to engage their reader, especially if you want to sell a product, book, service, or anything you want to gain in life.
The key to finding your niche is by creating your niche.
It’s like finding the hidden tomb full of aliens.
Oh! Follow me on Twitter by clicking the post below.
