Join my army of hope starved sycophants
At age 14 I aspired to become a cult leader. Not a scary, Jim Jones sort of cult leader, but more of a Bajwan Shree Rajneesh (sp?) type. People give me money and stuff in exchange for a bit of happiness and hope. One avenue for achieving my ultimate objective - getting as much money as possible in exchange for as little work as possible.
Several factors redirected my aspirations:
- Lack of resources on how to become a cult leader. Nothing in the library at Spring High School or in the Harris County Public Library System. Too shy to ask the librarian. Allegedly, I checked out a book from my high school library on brain washing techniques and never returned it. I convinced the librarian someone else put my name on the check out card. I never dotted my i's with little hearts. That and I did not remember checking that book out or even seeing it on the shelves. The loss of that book did not become too much of a roadblock in my life.
- Very high scores on the introvert scale. Cults require people - lots of them.
- A lack of charisma, public speaking skills or the ability to exert a lot of control over my own life much less the lives of others.
- Can't fake it forever. Consequences of exposure too great.
- Lots of potential, not so much ambition.
- I actually care and have a conscience.
- Realized it was kind of a weird ambition and that I can affect the world in a positive way without minions. Minions would be nice once in a while. Maybe I can rent some.



