FADE IN: Two women, one smokes.
A: I was in a Uber car, well, really Lyft but you get what I mean. The driver, Jamal, asked me what I do. I said nothing. No really, I said, “Nothing,” all nonchalant and shit. He took a second to understand, much like me, really, I mean who says that?
I said nothing. Ugh. What kind of despicable human, am I?
A week later, I’m at this yoga retreat and someone asked me again. I was just about to answer Nothing, when I stopped myself and took a sip of my organic hot apple cider, and pretended I didn’t hear them. Or maybe I pretended to react like I was still thinking about what we just talked about. I looked stupid, is all. Well, if I’m not sure what your intentions are I’m going to blow you off.
[beat, she smokes]
Why do I do that? I know damn well who I am. Why is it hard to say it, “Who me? Oh, sure, I’m an Artist, with a capital A.” Or, “What do I do? I do greatness. I am greatness.”
[she laughs, and smokes]
You know, Mohammed Ali would say that, “Who me? I’m the greatest.” So why can’t I?
B: You can.
A: Well, we had a good conversation though.
B: You deflect well.
A: No, we talked. I can be friendly sometimes.
B: I was listening to NPR the other day and they said that under-earning is an economic disease. Truth is, when we feel inferior to what we desire, we want to disappear, and then show up again when we have it. It’s an issue of visibility. So, the question is how do you stay visible and authentic when someone asks you that?
A: People don’t care unless you’re successful.
B: Nah, what they show is that they’re not your tribe.
A: Well, I did eventually say what I do but there was no follow through on their end.
B: They’re showing you they’re not your tribe.
A: Ok, smarty pants, so, how do I find my tribe?
B: Dip your toe into the Unknown, like Mr. Ali.