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Communication skills can make or break social interactions

It was one of those pleasant spring days, where the weather is still rather cool and you can see a mellow morning sun shining through puffy cumulus clouds. It was 7 pm and I was coming back from my morning commute. I always listen to an audiobook or a podcast on my way back and this morning I was listening to Neil Gaiman talking to Tim Ferriss on his podcast.

Neil is one of my favorite authors and I’ve read many of his books such as “ The Graveyard Book”, “Norse Mythology”, and “ American Gods”, as well as relished…

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I was exhausted before I even started running. It was 8 am and I had started my day two hours earlier at 6 am, but I hadn’t done anything that was physically taxing or even remotely tiring.

The thing that drained me was the incessant chatter that went on in my head between my shoulder angel and devil; between my conscience and temptation.

Sitting on my right shoulder, looking angelic in white, was the virtuous angel, reminding me of Julie Andrews in “The Sound of Music”, soft-spoken and polite, gently prodding me to go for a run and reminding me…

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Sharp spasms of pain travel through my body, navigating down my back to my legs and coming around to my chest. My breathing has turned into rhythmic grunts where I forget to inhale for a few seconds in between gasps of oxygen. I’m starting to sweat and my mind has been screaming at me to forget the whole effort.

I’ve been trying to turn from my left side to my right as I lie in bed. My acute lower back pain makes this a herculean effort that may take up to 5 minutes. Five minutes just to turn around in…

According to your listicle I’m not a good writer.

Which makes me think you got it right. I get 2 out of 5. I’ll strive to get better. I want to reach a 5 out of 5.

Thank you for helping those who aspire to get better.

Stan Lee cameo in Thor: Ragnarok

As a kid I wanted to be Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four fame.

I used to daydream all the time about being able to stretch like him and I fantasized about all the weird things I could do with all that power.

As an avid comic book collector and reader, my special power was my imagination. I became all the superheroes I loved: Batman, Superman, Spiderman, The Hulk, you name it.

This love of comics and fantasy worlds followed me into my youth where I became what we call a “geek“.

As I became a serious (read boring) adult…

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I brought a child into this world because I wanted someone to play video games with.

Okay, that was hardly the only reason I made such a decision, thank god, but it was fun to think that the little dude would grow up to become my partner in crime, climbing the walls of fortresses, finding buried treasures, and killing hundreds of evil minions sent by the big boss.

Unfortunately, the little brat very quickly surpassed his master (moi), and I spend most of our gaming time as a consultant. Translation: he does all the playing and I do the watching.

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I wrote like a demon for a few weeks, coming up with 300 to 1500 words per day, every day. The writing wasn’t necessarily top-notch, even far from it, but it was nothing to be ashamed of, and I knew I was getting better at it.

I felt like a serious writer and I was coming up with lots of great ideas. In fact, I had so many ideas I just couldn’t find the time to work on them and they made a stack in my Trello list that kept growing.

I hadn’t seriously promoted my articles or told any…

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I’m on vacation right now.

I’m in an idyllic environment surrounded by never-ending blue skies, a soft breeze that comes in waves and makes the surrounding leaves and flowers rustle like so much confetti, the soft chirping of hidden birds, … and six screaming kids.

Maybe the term “screaming” doesn’t quite define it, I should choose my words more carefully. Squealing is another word that comes to mind, while shrieking, howling, and bellowing may be appropriate as well.

Rest assured, they’re not being tortured. They’re just excited. This is what they call playing.

For the uninitiated, this may sound like…

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“You will feel less pressure and less insecure if you just realize that everybody’s winging it.” — Ryan Holiday

It took me quite a while to realize this little fact, and it used to put a lot of pressure on me when I was younger and didn’t know better.

All around me people were busily going forward with their studies or their business, while I was struggling to find myself and my goal in life.

The only thing that I was sure of, in a flaky, uncertain, and ambivalent way (what an oxymoron) was that I wanted to run my…

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I’m an amazing actor. No, really, I’m not bragging. The other night I managed to turn a look of “What in fuck’s name did I get myself into??!!” induced by my fear of a gruesome death, into a relaxed, suave look of confidence in less than a tenth of a second.

Take that De Niro!

My son was looking at me expectantly while the zip-line guy was attaching the harness to my body. It wasn’t even a huge or scary zip-line route; we were at most 2 stories from the ground. …

Reza Ghobady

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