I have a bouncer in my inner ear. This guy is in charge of what gets into my brain. He thinks my brain is this extremely exclusive club, similar to Studio 54 in it's heyday, and his job is to sort through the line of spoken words that are waiting in my ear to get through to the club.
Remember the images of the line outside of Studio 54...the bouncers scouring the line, looking for the beautiful people, the interesting people, the wealthy people...
The bouncer in my inner ear does the same thing. He scours the things that people are saying to me, and makes a judgement call. The words that are incredibly interesting, or really intelligent, or gut-bustingly funny, those words go right to the front of the line, and are ushered through the main door. These words are shown straight to the bar, and are taken to a great table where they can join the party.
This bouncer, just so you know, isn't easily impressed, but he is also very open minded. He's not looking for any one thing. Most everyone has the ability to get in, but not many people put any effort into getting in, probably because they don't realize how exclusive the club is.
Now, there is another door into this club. The bouncer uses this door for words that don't fit any of the previous criteria, but are so unbelievably ridiculous or unintelligent that they have entertainment value. These words don't know that they're getting in via the alley door. They just think that they're in! These crazy words are allowed to mingle downstairs with the beautiful words, and their presence adds that great spice that every party needs. What's a party without freaks to laugh at!??!
Those words that have absolutely no value are sent to the door marked marked "exit to the other ear". That door is a swinging door, as it is continually in motion.
Of course, there is a secret line. This line is for certain aforementioned people's words....those words get immediate entry, through a private door. These words are immediately ushered into the VIP lounge upstairs, and just like Studio 54, this is where the real partying goes on...the rumors of cocaine and orgies just might be true. These VIP's occasionally look downstairs at the partying words on the dance floor, and sometimes a lucky word is plucked from obscurity and is given a pass to come upstairs and join the real party.
Here's a quick example. A year or so ago, my sister brought her new friend Ed to meet us. I had no expectations (sorry Amy!), but within just a few minutes of talking to him, Ed's words were easily being ushered into the club through the main door. It didn't take long for the VIP's upstairs to notice Ed's words, and in no time at all, he was given the much sought after pass. Why? Because everything word had some weight to it. Every word provoked some thought. No word was nothing (and yes, that what I meant to say).
Ed is an example of someone who didn't have to work very hard to attract the bouncer's attention, his words stood on their own (cause trust me, it wasn't his outfit that got him in...!!!!). Unfortunately, some of you are going to have to work harder than that. Take a second and dress your words in a chic outfit, a funny clown hat, make your words passionate, or thought provoking. Just make your words be SOMETHING, and you have a shot at making it past the bouncer.
And let the story of Ed give you hope. You, too, could someday make it in to experience the mysterious world of my brain's upper realms...
Or you can be one of those who decides Studio 54 is the devil's playground, and should be avoided at all costs.
Your call.
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