The Sadiction, or for those of you who prefer to speak English the old fashioned way, the Sales Addiction, is a real, living, breathing social notion that has swept our nation clean from poor to rich to wealthy and back to poor again. It's the reason car salesman sit in suits on hot Florida summer days, smoking two packs of chiggarettes, lighting the next from the last, playing cards to pass the time between ransackable potential buyers who show up in rent-a-trucks inside afternoon thunderstorms. It's selling door-to-door fifty times over, five days in a row, all for what equates to be about fifteen dollars per hour, sun up till sun down, around town, laughing and grinding and Jammin. It's all for nothing estimates and quotes to fatcat buyers who shop drunk on the gravy that was but no longer is. It's getting the run-a-around; laughing and squinting, squeezing the forehead, and shaking it off; getting kicked in the teeth, getting up, toothless and enamored and eager but scathed all the same. It's a Real Estate hustle for over a month for the sale of just one house that ends up splitting it's commission two ways and then divides by five because "that's the only way the deal could happen." It's the constant "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, Get the F out of my store!, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, nah man, not right now, could you come back later, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, let me think about it, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, I'm Busy, It's too much for me right now, NO, NO, NO, maybe, NO, NO, NO, NO, Yesss!....Initial here, here, here, and please, Mr. Customer, sign here." It's the up-down, back-forth emotional pendulum. It's the leather skin jacket one day and 'brush my shoulders off pimpin' swagger the next. It's a day-to-day self-motivate state of mind. (Go, Go, Go, Go, not too fast, not too slow.) It's counting up ten, starting with one million, nine hundred thousand, three hundred and sixty two, in succession, out loud in the truck and in the head on the way to the door and while waiting in a Dentist's waiting room as this, the counting that is, is the only cure for you're otherwise-stammers or you're dreadfully occasional st-st-st-stutters. It's talking practice in the office with your friends on purpose and at the bank and at the grocery store and the holla, holla, holla, holla at the bar with strangers, all in second nature. It's a structured interest in people; in knowing them in a matter of fifty seconds, in speaking to lead responses, in caring for them but from a distance, in the attempt to control them, people that is, yet doing so delicately enough to shield your doing so from their knowing of the strings that are attached as you wield them in all of the directions that you want them to go; and it's being an actor, too, with tragic sighs while feeling felt-found and also in the silent bursting touchdown dances that must be held in with the face until the customer is at your back and you can finally smile outrageously and fist pump as if Tiger at the Masters. It's a killer instinct stare with flared nostrils that breath quietly as if a Lion in a tall grass field, peacefully looking for limp legged antelopes; peacefully waiting and looking and sniffing. It's being a Bull Shark in a bloody lagoon; breathing and smiling and consuming in a frenzied, jerkheaded rage.............and then silence.
And the rage ends and the sadicted salesman is full and warm and satisfied for a little while until the return of the envied NO's as they keep coming as long as he keeps going and they taunt him, building want for the stimulus created upon the execution of his will upon another, upon the world, and upon himself. Some may define this actualized notion of Allbeing as Power and still others prefer to call it Influence. Either way one may spin it, once you've had it more than once, you need it like a baby calf needs his mother's milk in the morning or as a lonely woman needs a hug and a blanket and a soft kiss on the forehead in the evening or like a twelve-year-old class clown needs a grand applause of laughter in the middle of every day that he is alive.
Don't be afraid to be the class clown,
Don't fear the word NO,
Composure is Power,
Do More Now,
The Young, Poor, and Happy Sadict
