Dr. Dinar

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The Definition Of Insanity

As I think back on the show Survivor I can’t help but notice the similarities between that “game” and its players and all of us fortunate folks playing the RV/GCR game.

In fact, I was actually astounded by how similar the two endeavors truly are.

Admittedly quite a few of those folks have a huge head start on us.

Most of them claiming to be nearly life-long fans of the show, which, considering how long that show has been on TV, is easy to imagine.

Knowing they’ve been able to watch numerous seasons, endless episodes, award ceremonies, all helping them gain an edge over us in just how to play the game.

What to do… and what not to do.

And when or when not to do it.

Strangely enough, even with all that prior knowledge at their fingertips, more often than not many of them play as if they’ve never seen a single episode prior to first jumping ship and swimming to shore.

I mean, how else can you explain people showing up in sport coats and ties, summer dresses and high heels, only to spend the next 39 days (if they’re lucky enough to survive) in their underwear.

Who does that! ?

Well, apparently many Survivor contestants do.

I enjoy watching all of the games within the Game play out.

Always amazes me how people won’t think twice about saying this and promising that and in the very next breath, grab a bamboo covered felt pen and do exactly what they promised they wouldn’t do.

Yes, I’m referring to the good ol’ Tribal Council.

My absolute fave part of the show.

I can’t help but pick out the many similarities between the two journeys.

For them, it’s a trip from Sandville to the CBS studio.

For us, it’s from Dinarland to Exchange Center.

Let’s delve a bit further into the similarities between the two journeys.

Stranded on a deserted island? Check!

We’re basically stranded, sometimes feeling all alone, on RV/GCR Island.

Our family and friends long ago having declared us clinically insane and from there forward choosing to keep their distance, straight-jacket at the ready.

Crazy weather? Check!

The mood-altering, hopium induced “weather” on RV/GCR Island changing just as quickly as the next piece of crazy intel hits all the “boards” and websites throughout Dinarland.

Left with only the clothes on our back? Check!

Sure, we all have a closet full of clothes but chances are, we’re all still wearing the same clothes we were wearing when we purchased our first batch of currency a decade ago.

Yes, some of us still have our “Cash Out” bags sitting by the front door, ready to go at a moments notice.

After all, we’ve gotta be ready to make the mad dash to the Bank Bus as quickly as possible once we receive our notification that it’s finally time to bum-rush the Banks and demand the Contract Rates.

But honestly, after sitting next to the front door all these years, chances are the clothes in our Cash Out bags are super crusty and wrinkled beyond repair.

In serious need of a shower, shave and a haircut? Check!

Yeah, we take the random shower when necessary but we simply can’t afford to be away from the computer for too long, otherwise we risk missing the “announcement” that the USD has now “officially” become the USN and it’s time to start scouring our Inbox’s for an email.

And FYI, I’ve made the mistake on more than one occasion of bringing my phone with me into the shower and trust me on this one, they’re not as waterproof as one might think.

Extremely limited food supply? Check!

Unfortunately for many of us our “Menu’s” are extremely limited.

Be it because of a low money supply or simply not having any desire for a large meal.

Whatever the case may be, we’ve long ago given up eating healthy, opting instead for just enough to get by on for now.

Surrounded by people we don’t really know? Check!

By now most of our family and friends have made it known they think we’ve pretty much lost it.

Global lockdown or not, choosing to keep their distance in case whatever it is we have just might be contagious.

Yes, we’ve basically gravitated to our chosen “Tribes” as it were.

Those believing it’s a global thing, those still thinking it’s all about Iraq, and those that couldn’t care less who or what is responsible for us still waiting, they just wanna cash out!

Not quite sure who our friends are… and aren’t? Check!

At this point our only “friends” are people we’ve never actually met in real life, only online.

Similar to Tom Hanks in “Cast Away”, for all we know we’re conversing with volleyballs posting as if they’re real people.

All we know is that they’re currency holders just like we are, all headed in the same direction, with the exact same goal in mind.

To exchange our currency, once and for all.

Limited contact with the outside world? Check!

Pretty much the only contact we have with the outside world is what we read on the boards or hear on the various conference calls.

That’s pretty much the extent of our “outside the box” thinking.

As far as “limited” goes, we’ve been hearing basically the same rumtel for so many years now that what we are hearing is limited at best.

Not sure who we can or can’t trust? Check!

All of the people that tend to share their opinions, passing along intel from their “sources”, all of which has to be taken with a huge dose of sea salt.

The mis-disinfo is rampant, especially this late in the game.

Very little, if any of it, has ever proven itself to be true.

Not to say that it wasn’t true at the time it was posted but there’s not much of a chance of proving it, one way or another.

Faced with weekly Challenges? Check!

As every week passes, timelines passing by, more and more “windows” being slammed shut, we face a new challenge.

The challenge of continuing to hang in there, to see this journey through, to make it to the finish line, currency held high in victory.

Those are just a few of the similarities that immediately come to mind.

I’m sure if I thought more about it, there would be quite a few more “links” between the two games.

To be honest, that’s more than enough.

The one thing they have going for them that we don’t is they have a Back Wall.

Thirty nine days and they’re done.

A point that, no matter what, they will know they’ve reached their finish line.

And whatever the results are, they’ll be able to shower, shave, grab a burger and get back to life.

Us Dinarians? Nope.

We don’t have that luxury.

We don’t have that working in our favor.

Actually, when you really sit back and think about it, that puts us a Tier or two above them.

On an entirely different level.

That’s proof positive that we really are the true Survivors.

The one’s that will win big time in the end.

And deservedly so.

Thirty-nine little ol’ days?

Huh! We could do that standing on our heads.

And at this point, most of us have.

If only to help take the swelling in our ankles down.

Talk about brutal, that’s what you get for spending too much time on the computer.

Fat ankles.

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Well, if by doing the same thing, they’re referring to giving it all I’ve got, day in and day out, doing my best to make sure I’m there at the finish line.

Whenever that may come.

Then that’s fine. Guilty as charged.

Please feel free to call me insane.

I’ll wear that badge with honor.

Hang in there friends.

Every day we survive puts us one day closer to our own version of an Immunity Idol.

All my best,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I’m not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor in any way connected with the show Survivor or Hollywood in general. I’m simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I’m there at the finish line to enjoy it.