This family tradition was one I did not like. I tasted root beer, and to me it tasted exactly like it's name. Root's with beer. Surly I had done that a million times in the backyard playground. Stick your face in mud, add water, and suck and you have root beer! I didn't like it. As a grown up I tried this special pop again, and still it tasted just like it's name. Dirty roots with beer.
Problem was, I'd ask for an orange pop and my family just tore me to shreds because I didn't like what they like. They would put me down because I had to be 'special' to request an orange pop. They delighted in the root beer float and they thought I should too. Plus the fact that they wanted to purchase some special gallon root beer float special that we all could share. With me requesting a small orange soda, well that was a horrible thing to do. If I can't go along with them, than I'm a loser.
This could be the sum of my childhood. As much as they thought that I was trying to be different they were wrong. I just didn't like root beer. Still don't.
Sometimes I think my quest to invent something people want is only a self centered desire to prove that I'm not a loser. If I just had one special thing that I could do well at. If I succeeded at something that these root beer loving bullies could not succeed at, well then I'd be an orange success! I'd finally be a worthy person.
Is this what all my entrepreneur desires are for? Am I just attempting to prove to my childhood family that I am not a loser? Is my entire life based on a family outing that I did not surrender my preference to?
It probably is. If I do not succeed at something then my family wins. The label they gave me will be true. I guess I'll invent Orange Cheer Floats. The drink that makes every loser a winner! ; - )
Don't give up. Building startups win or lose, is better than root beer bullies.
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