Scott Adams’ blog makes me laugh at least twice a week and laugh so hard I cry at least once a month. In October Seth Godin said he resists the urge to link to every Scott Adams post because his readers have probably already read it. I have the same problem. If I didn’t fight the urge, the tag cloud on the left would say “Think or Thwim is about: scott adams, humor, documentaries…”
On Sundays Adams usually writes something serious. Today was extraordinarily good, and it’s been two weeks since my last Scott Adams post. So here’s an excerpt:
I remember when Dilbert hit it big and it became clear that I would never again have to worry about money. It was a wonderful feeling, but it didn’t last. I went from happy to hollow with no warning. The first moment that I could afford any car I wanted, I lost interest in having a nice car. I simply couldn’t see the point, if there ever was one. Success is surprisingly disorienting.
One day, about ten years ago, I was alone in my office, sitting on the couch and reflecting on the fact that I had managed to become rich and famous in my dream job. For the first time in my life, I had no goals. And for a goal-oriented guy, that’s an empty feeling. Success was supposed to feel good and stay that way. But it tricked me. There was a huge hole in my soul. I sat in my office and sobbed.
Then the change happened. It wasn’t something I thought about. It wasn’t an indication that I am a good person or a bad person. It was just some sort of chemical reaction in my moist robot head. It was natural.
I turned outward.
Read the rest at The Dilbert Blog.
