Last night I went to a party at a rather large house, borrowed by friends for the night while they were out of town. Walking in I was introduced to some people and one fellah responded “I know Cardman, he’s a really good bike rider”. I tried through the night to remember the guy to no avail, but is a skater a couple of towns away. Back a few years ago I rode in one spot, for some time alone. Interestingly over time I was surrounded by mostly skaters near every night I went out. He was one of those skaters, and said some names I recognized, so he was legit in his stories.
Later he responded one of the best compliments one can recieve in my opinion. “You inspired me to be a better skater, at the time I didn’t know such things were possible, bike or otherwise”. In not boosting my own ego people recognize me quite a lot, and in return I can’t recall them from Joe Blow. It’s amazing when one can inspire another on such levels without drawing attention to ones self.
My personal road map has always been of such. I’ve never validated or judged myself as really skilled, better or worse than anyone else. Just one that does what he knows and likes.
On another level, perhaps one that only makes sense to me on those lines. A lady there had gotten back from Vegas and said she saw Criss Angel in a corner at a place they ate dinner, and was alone. I was perplexed and asked if he had body guards or a bimbo with him etc. He was just…..in the corner….alone. She showed me a picture and sure enough it was Criss alllll alone. While showing the pic she said “what a douchebag”.
Strange world we live in. So he’s got more money than us all, but if your in a corner with a mope face alone, what’s it all worth. Sure, he’s gotten compliments and awards over the years, but it validates again the shallow nature of fame. While I sit on my end with no want of fame and the like…getting good vibes from people I don’t even remember or know are truly from the heart, rather than the illusion of grandure due to television and whatnot.
Though the masses I’d assume figure I’m some stoner, I smoked last night and my tolerance is null. Last I can recall choking one down was about Oct. I was pretty blazed in the best of form. It was bound to happen, and someone asked if I’d do some card stuff…..loudly. I refused. Personally I have line in which I won’t perform because I admire our art too much. Alas I created a fair disapontment with those folks. Then I giggled and thought how Criss must get that all the time, sober, with little to nothing to truly offer magic wise. Perhaps a shot glass through a table.
Inspiring others is more complex than first glance. When it happens though it’s a compliment that is hard to compare.