We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I took a job selling life insurance through cold calling and in home visits. This reminds me of my first meeting with our boss and top insurance salesman in our state. After listening to him I was torn between quitting and getting out there and selling insurance to the rubes. Not any insurance but the expensive whole life policies with all the bells and whistles. We would meet with the husband and wife after dinner and if the both were not there to meet with us we would reschedule. We played off the wife's insecurities against the husband's resistance. And after we laid our trap we would shut up and let the client fill the silence. Usually the wife would do our job and sell the insurance to the husband and all we had to do was collect the signatures on the forms. Of course 75% of the time we got turned away with no sale but that only made you more committed and more willing to do whatever it took to sell the next couple life insurance that they could nnot afford and didn't really need.
Isn't everything selling? Where would a capitalist society be without someone to push the products? My younger brother is one of the most successful people I know. He realized in high school that most of his friends who lived well came from families where the dad was selling something. He decided that if he was going to be a salesman he would be in the top tier. I wish I had his smarts.